It’s All About The He Said, She Said

Or otherwise known as, They Get What They Want, And Then Never Want It Again

Went to bed last night, with a train wreck of a headache.  All from the partying I did Sunday night…

Just kidding.

I’m not sure how I did it. [ Maybe staring at code all day would do that? Nah, That couldn't be it ;) ] But, I could really use a good back cracking about now.  This of course reminded me…

Ah crap. I don’t have anybody here to do this.

Warning: My back is way more awesome than this one.

Warning: My back is way more awesome than this one.

So I’ve been trying crazy things.  Like laying off the end of the bed with my head off the edge and slowly lifting to see if it crack…

ugh, that didn’t work.  I could see if the butterfly splits will work.  I was a track runner in one of my past lives and I could get my back to crack like nobody’s business.  Of course I had more strength in my back in those days, so I didn’t do it as often.

But here I am trying to get it to crack… And then I hear it, it sounds like my back was cracked with a sledgehammer.  And I stop.  Owww.

Not the bad, oh my heck I should be at the doctor’s bad, but the kind that made all the blood rush to the brain.  I just paused…

AhhOwww… sigh … Much better.

One of the things I spent time thinking about while I was figuring out how to fix my back [ Yeah, I will crack my own back if it's all I got ] was how a lot of conversations out there on the Internet where discussing infidelity.  What people’s views are and how people really opened up to their own personal experiences.  It’s been a melee of awesomeness.

Some people don’t get how someone could commit to marriage, and then cheat  [ Because admitting that you don't love someone anymore and fear that you would hurt their feelings... Is oh, say easier than cheating and making it all worse? ]

Some people have been on both sides of the cheating fence.  And sympathized with others who cheated. Which seemed to be followed with the aura of “mistakes don’t define me” .

I was thinking of a reply to a commenter  [ Linda ], the previous day about what I should say to the thought of a mistake, and it came to me… mistakes are the exact same thing as conditional love. Mistakes don’t define us, as much as love is defined by conditions.

Okay, I admit, as I was submitting comments to a lot of blogs on these subjects, I realized… these are all women. I am going to get torn a new one.  But surprisingly [ yet not as much as I was expecting ], I’ve been pretty welcomed to these sites.

[ Odd ]

Was the word that kept coming into my mind.  I’ve been nervous about expressing thoughts of a man, on a blog of divorced women.  What a haven for the heartbroken and the growing numbers of women seeking strength and relief from their journeys in the battles of broken marriages.  With a great deal of them dealing with infidelities and abuse.

Yeah I would like to add my own thoughts? What? No?  You don’t allow men on? Your afraid that I would be a disgruntled ex and would wreck havoc on the forums?

Yup, I was denied entry to one site.  When I was reading a thought on a forum, I was thinking, “Hey, I know what’s going on there, I could answer that”

Well look at this? Look familar? It's my go to for everything awesome in relationships.

Well look at this? Look familar? It's my go to for everything awesome in relationships.

Nope. that door was closed.  Not surprised.  I’ve stood up to many a women who rattled my brain about how badly men suck.  And I  withstood the berating, and walked away with them feeling at least better about me, and me just a bit more insightful.

And this was no different, I recognized more of the pain going on with these women.

One the biggest things that I’m learning [ at least I think so ], is that the whole idea of Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, is faulty.  I think people need excuses to think that women are so different, that we can in no way understand them.

This is just a load of crap. It’s just a really poor excuse.

What proves this to me is when I read an article where a he gets her.  He focuses on her.  He responds to her needs and listen.

And that, is the answer.  If we just sit back, and actually listen.  Ask questions, and move in rhythm. If we do this, we will actually have a chance.

Have any one witnessed someone do the Tango?  You are seeing the ultimate in reading the body and understanding what the next move will be… Why would any other area be any different?

Of course learning the Tango can be difficult for some, as it is to learn to understand women.  But, I would recommend, that first, you actually learn to communicate with your words first, and then learn to communicate with your moves.