Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts

Friday, January 14, 2011

Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man

Rating:★★
Category:Books
Genre: Romance
Author:Steve Harvey
Warning. Adult themed content.

OK. I read a “chick book”. I had stumbled upon Steve Harvey’s second book at the store and I took a look. I only read a few pages and was amazed that he was so insightful. I couldn’t find the book at the library so I reserved it (I want to read the Tom Clancy book first and I hope that comes in first, (and it did this morning!)) and I checked out his first book, “Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man” instead. It promised to be a fast read. I’ve always been fascinated by relationships. It might be because I’m married to a marriage counselor, or it might be that I flamed out so often when I was dating and I try to reconstruct it. It might be that I work with computers and I like the randomness of people. That might also explain my fascination with forensics, the merging of science and people with an extreme randomness. I don’t know. I do want to see how normal or abnormal I am. I keep trying to convince Tracy that we have a dysfunctional marriage but she isn’t buying it. Darn it, that just makes getting a divorce that much more difficult.

http://www.amazon.com/Act-Like-Lady-Think-Relationships/product-reviews/0061728977/ref=dp_db_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1

Anyway, I want to review some things on the book and perhaps provide some insight into my own twisted world.

His first comments on love are interesting, and pretty close. Men and women don’t love each other the same way. The focus of the book is for women but there really needs to be a companion book for the men. He places a lot of emphasis on women adapting to men and little to no time on how men need to adapt to women. I understand that considering the focus of the book. Still, it isn’t descriptive for all men. I know I’m a bit different than the man he seems to describe. Still, I have a pretty successful marriage of 22 years. He places emphasis on Profess (a woman the man is proud to have), Provide (the need of a man to provide for his family), and Protect (The need for a man to protect his woman/family). He spends a lot of the book justifying those things. For the most part, he does describe men and the way we think, but with some differences, at least for me.

First, I do like intimacy, and not just the physical kind. The non-touching, non talking man that he describes isn’t me. At least, the non-public me isn’t described well by the book. I can give a determined scowl to most anybody but at home I’m different. I’m chatty, loud and a general nut. I like to hold my wife’s hand, mess with her hair and talk for hours on topics that have no relevance. So, the stoic male assumed by the book isn’t me, but you would never know by my public behavior.

Second, I’m not as much a “fixer” as described. I wouldn’t think about making changes in our home without Tracy’s input. While I do have the advice behavior, meaning, don’t bring up a situation where you don’t want a solution. I will try to fix that. In other things around the house or the environment of our family, Tracy is the authority. I’ll take her direction, but I won’t do anything without her approval. If you want a new dishwasher, pick it out, have someone install it (‘cause I won’t do it right) and I’ll pay for it. If you complain about the dishwasher, be prepared to do what it takes to fix it but I won’t pick it out for you. It is your house. I’ll make sure it is operational, but you need to do the selection.

He does give some good advice about how to properly date a man, to set the tone of the dates. I can’t fault him there.

His statement of a man’s needs was also accurate. Our needs are very simple. Support (2 pages), Loyalty (1 page), Sex (6 pages). He was accurate in how much time spent on each too. Sorry to reinforce stereotypes, but stereotypes are there for a reason.

“No-brainer. Men. Need. Sex. We love it. Ain’t nothin’ on this planet like it, nothing else we want that bad on a continuous basis, nothing else we simply cannot live without. Take our house, take our job, the ’69 Impala, our last pair of gators, but please—puh-leeze—don’t hold out on the cookie. We don’t care about anything else; we need the cookie. We need to be physically engaged with the woman we love, the woman who is loyal to us and supports us, and the way we do that is by making love. …But please understand: the way we men connect is by having sex. Period. It’s how we plug in, recharge, and reconnect. I don’t know of a man who doesn’t need this . Ask any guy if sex is important in a relationship and the one who says no is lying. I just haven’t met that guy yet. When you meet him, let’s get him in to the Smithsonian—he’s that special and rare. But the rest of us men? We need sex like we need air.” (page 43)

Some other good excerpts:

“Why don’t men like to cuddle after sex?
Because we’re hot. We’re exhausted. We put in a lot of work, we’re sweaty and burning up and we just need you to hold on a minute before you come climbing over to the our side of the bed talking about holding something.” (page 215)

“What is the international man signal for ‘I’m no longer listening to you’?
Once a man gives his answer to whatever question you’re asking (or he thinks he heard, even if you never asked one), he’s probably not listening to you anymore. Your cue is when he gives an answer. As far as he’s concerned, his solution will fix whatever it is you’re talking about, and if you’re still taking after that, he’s not listening anymore.” (page 225).

I liked the book, but its value is dubious. Like I said, he doesn’t talk for me. I’m not his ‘typical’ guy. Still, to have this from a comedian…but I guess behavior is what comedians notice.

Monday, September 27, 2010

On Cosby, Football, and Home Improvement

Had a wonderful weekend. First off, Tracy and I cut the last of our pegboard and Saturday morning, I put that up and finally finished the garage. I’ve been waiting for over a year to finally get that done. Once that was finished, I went off to the Elgin-Larkin high school football game. I have had difficulty going to games because of a few things that are increasingly annoying to me. I’m starting to not enjoy going to live sporting events because of the atmosphere. First and foremost, these are kid’s games. They are fun to play and to watch, but ultimately, just a kid’s game. The level that some people work themselves up to, over a kid’s game, is disturbing. Yes, I understand there is rivalry, but these kids are mostly good kids. Their parents are just as good as you are. There is no need whatsoever to “Boo” these kids. IT IS A GAME! This isn’t a battle of world domination. Second, the language. Now, I’ve had my own issues with language and I do sometimes have a problem, which is one reason why I don’t talk all that much. Best to keep the mouth shut. However, the language and the “universal adjective” being used by parents and kids alike make me wonder about the education of all involved. Really, I understand situational profanity. There are times when I think it is probably appropriate, unlike some might think. However, those times are hitting your finger with a hammer, or getting shot at. It shouldn’t be involved with kid’s throwing a football. It shouldn’t be involved with children at all.  There are times when I realize that it wasn’t too long ago we crawled out of the trees. I often have a low opinion of humanity. Anyway, I left the game shortly after halftime because of the other thing I have noticed about going to the games. I get lonely. My kids aren’t interested in watching the games, and I’m reluctant to take them to games where they will be assaulted by the language I experience.  My wife watches the kids. So there I am. In a crowd wishing I had my wife with me. The last 10 years or so has been like that.

Something else, and perhaps I am too hyper sensitive to this kind of thing, but I was walking to the game and next thing I realize, is that I’m surrounded by cheerleaders. Perhaps that isn’t a bad thing. Still, a man clearly in his mid fourties, with no woman accompanying him, walking amid 20 teenage girls in short skirts, with police all around…I decided that I should start fading back and separate myself from that group.

That night we had a friend’s child babysit and Tracy and I went to Bill Cosby. This was a last minute kind of thing. Tracy had looked it up and purchased the tickets. It was quite a personal event also. Back in 1986 I went to his concert with another wonderful woman and now 25 or so years later, went with my wife of 21 years. He had a good act. He uses the bible for much of his material, and I did like the piece about Adam getting a helpmate…not a boss. God could have given him a shammy, but the “mate” part might have been a bit more difficult. He compared childbirth to men getting stuck in their zippers, which was particularly funny. For all I know, it was probably the same material he used 25 years ago. However the venue was more intimate than the Marriot Center and the 25 years have made him a bit less active on the stage, but it was still a wonderful show.

It did highlight how much I enjoy being with Tracy. I just can’t get over how lucky I am for being married to her.  We have beautiful, if not somewhat frustrating, children, a wonderful home, a job that I thoroughly enjoy with a company I’ve wanted to work for since college. Yes, we’ve worked hard for it. We’ve had to sacrifice a lot of things to be where we are. I’m not rich for all of it either, but I am happy. That is more than some people, I guess. If I’m lucky, my life is reaching its midpoint…or perhaps it might be lucky if it is less or more than that. Still, aside from some short bouts, it has been a wonderful time. I’m glad I have such a great woman to share it with. I’ve associated with truly great people. I wish I could adequately tell them how much I appreciate them.

I realize I get overly nostalgic in my posts, but perhaps it is the thought that I never know when I’m going to check out and I want my last thoughts and communication to be positive and thankful, and, because I am.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

From Facebook, keep for the ages

 Barry, I want the world to know how much I love you. After 21 years of marriage, I still get butterflies every time you walk in the door. With every breath I take, I am filled with gratitude for the day I realized I love you and wanted to spend forever with you. Thank you for working so hard to make a beautiful life with me. You're an amazing husband - happy anniversary!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Divorce

Divorce

 

No, I’m not planning one. I just think about the concept occasionally, as some of my own relationships have nose-dived. It also helps when my wife does marriage counseling for a profession.

 

So, my main thing is when somebody thinks this is a good idea? I know you can’t control the other person in a marriage but I just can’t fathom wanting to go through that. I am at a real loss of words here, so please bear with me. My wife told me that I’m much too introspective to have this happen so I can only look at this from the outside.

 

I disliked dating. I was no good at it. I view myself as a complete klutz at relationships and the prospect of leaving one perfectly good woman for the quest of finding another is too daunting and too difficult for me to contemplate. Why would I ever want to do that? Especially now, when I’m overweight, balding, and about as adventurous as watching paint dry? I don’t want to go through my life on this earth alone, so going solo would be out of the question.

 

The kids. My kids would be absolutely devastated. I couldn’t bear doing that to them. I also couldn’t suddenly start using them as some sort of pawns in a custody battle. Good night, I don’t want to screw up anyone like that.

 

My wife as the enemy. I know some divorces don’t have this little wrinkle, but all in all, my life with Tracy has been pretty good. We’ve gone through a lot together. She’s my best friend, confidant. There isn’t much that I’m uncomfortable discussing with her. Of course, I think that in a marriage, that is what is needed, so I’d probably be that way no matter who I married. Still, what would happen to my psyche if I started to view her as the enemy? I can’t imagine what kind of damage that would do to me. What it would do to her…don’t care, she’s the enemy, remember?

 

Now, I realize that sometimes you can’t help it. As Tracy once commented, you can’t control when the other person is a jerk. I’ll give you that. I would hope that jerkdom could be determined before the sealer says “Amen” (mormon lingo), but I guess it sometimes can’t. Tracy had a relationship with a jerk once, or so she says. She’s better at telling that story than I am anyway. I guess jerks hide their jerkdom in many ways. They say the right things at the right time. They play on your emotions, work the system, so to speak. Tracy says that I don’t have the disposition to be a jerk. I’m too willing to repent and change. I don’t hide behind a façade of acceptability. I am just me. God help us all.

 

That isn’t to say I didn’t have brushes with jerkdom or sometimes deserve the title. I did crash and burn once but in my defense, I was fighting off a prolonged depression (madder than a hatter) and couldn’t really change my situation. I had to embrace my jerkdom, repent, and overcome it. By the time I came out of it, situations had changed and I could go back to my adorable self. My breakups with those I dated might qualify me for jerkdom, but how do you do that and not appear to be one? Marriage is a much more serious situation.

 

Still, the confusion and wake of other’s divorces affect me, even though I’m far from the events. Who do I side with? What happened (not to the point of gossip, I really just want to see if I’m guilty of some fault and purge it)?

 

So, I stand on the sidelines and wonder. Why would people do this? I don’t understand it. I’m an engineer. I practice the art of approximation, the art of making it work. I figure I probably will never understand it.