The Truth About Men

Men are simple creatures. Frustrating, beguiling, exhausting, simple creatures. If there is one thing I have learned through a five-year relationship, six month marriage, relationship counseling, and affair recovery retreat, it’s that.

I never understood the games men played until I realized a staggering truth: they don’t play any. If a man contacts you, he probably wants to have sex with you. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t. There are no conversations between him and his best friend on how he should “play hard to get if he really likes you.” There are no phone calls to his mother for advice. There is only one thought in his mind, and it’s a yes or no question that he doesn’t need anyone’s help to answer.

Whether or not we want a man to call does not factor into the equation. Men don’t care if you have been waiting for them for weeks or you never want to hear from them again. They contact you when it’s convenient for them, and are as persistent as they feel like being. I had a friend whose creeper extraordinnaire actually used Google Latitude to track her through the bars in San Francisco.

In the world of dating, if a man you are/were seeing contacts you, it’s usually because he wants something. Likely suspects include: sex, potential for future sex, or food. Does it matter what this message says? Absolutely not. “I am in NYC”  “Crazy weather, huh?”  “How bout those egg McMuffins?” – it’s all the same. It’s an in. Once every couple of weeks, I receive a message from my ex-husband akin to this one:

Call me ASAP, it’s important.
-What do you want?
I got the cable bill forwarded to me and I think you can get a better deal by switching plans. We need to talk about it.
-No, we don’t. Goodbye.

Yes, men are simple – they talk to us when they want to and avoid us when they don’t. But as mentioned, I am of the opinion that the act of them reaching out trumps the actual message content. Those who claim that men say exactly what they mean are full of shit. Case in point:

Let’s watch a movie at my place. Let’s have sex.
Let’s make dinner. You can make me dinner, then let’s have the sex.
Want to go to the movies? I’ll pay for your ticket if we can have sex after.

You see, men are simple – but not stupid. They have learned to adapt to us female folk. They can’t say how badly they want to jump us aloud, because then we won’t let them. As a result, when we think they are playing games to “keeping us guessing,” they are in fact just taking the time to try and form “sleep with me?” into a more socially appropriate question.

So now that we’re clear on that, what does it mean when a man doesn’t call? Not interested. Move on. 

And what does it mean when he won’t stop calling? Desperate as fuck. Run.

Recently, I have become an expert in the latter type of man. Now that my ex no longer has my income to fund his wine & dine sessions with white trash girls, he is the aforementioned desperate moron. Last night, he was on my turf with friends and wanted to know if he could come to my place and visit the dogs. Only if I have a hit man waiting for you instead of the dogs, buddy. After he called seven times and sent text messages containing only question marks, I kicked into expert avoidance mode.  I replied with a simple “No, I am not home,” thus defeating the possibility of his visit.

Pleased with myself, I arrived at the bar to meet my friends. Then suddenly, it dawned on me – he could be there. Okay, it wasn’t very likely – there are hundreds of bars in Austin. But I was afraid nonetheless. Logically, I hid in my car until I could get a hold of a friend to make sure I wouldn’t be solo. As I got a hold of my friend and started to walk to the door, I saw that he texted me. He had just left the very same bar – probably less than a hundred feet away from where I was standing.

The Twilight Zone theme song cued up in my head and I tried my hardest to sink into the night with the help of my black jacket. In true avoider fashion, I didn’t dare reply for fear that he would burst back into the bar and start crying (he cries a lot). In the end, the crisis was averted. Ex avoided. Winning all around.

Yes, he was being a stage five clinger- but can I truly blame him for it? The truth about men is they are not bad people. They know what they want, they do their best to go after it, and they try – however poorly – to disguise their intention to deflower you. Men don’t ponder the meaning of your text message, they just choose whether or not they feel like responding. They are not going to sit around and tell their BFF about every detail – they will take action. Single men see the fact that they are not yet sleeping with you much like they see everything you ever complain about to them: as a problem to be solved.

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10 thoughts on “The Truth About Men

  1. Whitney says:

    What is this Google Latitude tool you speak of? Haha

  2. I love your honesty and look forward to each one of your blogs! I’m actually kind of excited to go through this life journey with you and see each stage as things get better for you. And even though I’ve been married for 21 years and with the same man for 24, I agree with a lot that you had to say. Especially the “men are simple” part. We really try to make them so much more complicated than they really are. And probably also agree with the “exhausting and frustrating” part too. Ha!

    I guess when you get to the point when you know you truly love someone is when the “simple, exhausting, and frustrating” aren’t in the forefront of your relationship and somehow it mostly just all fits together for some weird reason with all the good stuff.

    I want to wring your ex-husband’s neck for being such a dumb ass.

    • Haha, get in line! I have a special neck-ringing device with his name on it. Thank you so much for all of your kind words. I am excited to continue on this journey until I get to the less frustrating and exhausting part with someone who is truly worth it 🙂 You are very lucky to have such love in your life!

  3. Meg says:

    I also finished this post thinking, “What in the world is Google Latitude — and how can I use it?”

    Haha, no — just kidding. (Although in my own desperate creeper days, I might have done something totally weird like that. Er . . . maybe. I’m not proud of it.)

    Totally agree with many of your points, and finally learned to accept that men call when they want to and don’t when they don’t a few years back. It’s really hard to accept, especially when all I want to do is analyze every little interaction we have, but it’s totally true.

  4. singlenocats says:

    Men are simple. Ah yes. I learned that the hard way with my ex. I would say, “I’m going to stop by after work if that’s cool.” He would say, “Sure!” I would then overanalyze the hell out of that “Sure!” And wonder why he didn’t say, “Excellent!” or “Can’t wait to see you!” Ugh. I cringe when I think of the overanalyzing I did.

    What’s really funny is that I text him (yes, my EX haha who has become one of my best friends) this morning, and he didn’t text me back until a few minutes ago. I was pissed all day that he was CLEARLY mad at me for something and trying to prove a point. Um, no. He just didn’t want to text me back until now. Wow. I guess I still have a problem. lol

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  6. I wish I had learned this a loooooooooooong time ago, before I had spent way too many nights/days/hours/minutes wondering if the losers would call. Sigh.

    Am loving your blog; I feel you are a younger, but kindred spirit! Keep it up, and look forward to more of your adventures.

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