Last week, I wrote about how it’s important not to assume that all men are the same, or even that they harbor the same ideas about sex. Coincidentally, I had an experience on Saturday evening that made me even more passionate about this.
I was in Manhattan to celebrate my father’s birthday. He wanted to go for dinner at a casual Irish place on Third Avenue.
When we got there, the place was pretty empty (typical for an early Saturday evening in the summer). An attractive couple sat at the bar. And then, a woman’s cackling laugh assaulted us from way back in the restaurant.
My father looked at me. I looked at him. We shared the same thought: This might be a bad idea. Seriously, the woman’s sharp and sudden eruptions cut through our skulls like a hatchet.
We asked to be seated, anyway.
As we approached our table, we couldn’t help but notice the perpetrator of the laughter (and subsequent shouting), who was a quite pretty person I approximated to be no older than 27.
She was sitting with three other young women and an attractive guy, but hers was the only voice I ever heard. Every other sentence went started, “Guys think this… but girls think this…..”
She seemed to be directing a lot of her observations to the guy, whom I couldn’t quite hear but didn’t seem to agree with her. She accused him of being gay.
After about five more minutes of this, the couple at the bar had enough and departed.
Meanwhile, the cackler got drunker. She proceeded to reel off a series of recent sexual adventures — in colorful detail (at this point, I could no longer take it; who wants to hear this stuff when they’re having dinner with her father? Unfortunately, the waitress was heading our way bearing grilled salmon and fish and chips).
Each of the stories the woman told ended up in disappointment. Interestingly, she seemed to be soliciting advice from the guy she’d accused of being gay.
She relayed the latest of her romantic disasters, telling the table (and us, the waitstaff, and some fresh suckers who’d just sat down at the bar), “And then the guy had the nerve to tell me, ‘That’s why you’ll always be alone.’”
At this point, my father looked me in the eye and said, “In 15 years, she’ll be telling the same stories, and she’ll definitely be alone.”
Why will she be alone?
First off, she believes men and women are different species. She has very definite ideas about what men think and how to attract them (solely through sex, and if they don’t appear interested, they have to be gay). She also has definite ideas about how all women see things (we’re all the same, as far as she’s concerned).
In other words, she never gives anyone a real chance. She makes assumptions. She doesn’t get to know a guy. Or a girl. Or anybody. She knows everything. After a thousand failures, she still plays at sex to get love.
Secondly, during one of her very explicit monologues about her sex life, she detailed a conversation she had with one of her liaisons, which indicated that she probably has very deep fears about letting a man get close to her.
She’s not self-aware enough to realize it, but she pushes men away. She’s trying to protect herself. She refuses to make herself vulnerable.
None of us can be loved until we make ourselves vulnerable. Being vulnerable can be terrifying, and we may end up being hurt, but it sure beats telling war stories in a bar and wondering why we always end up being alone.
TO DISPEL SOME OF THE FEAR OF FALLING IN LOVE, GET MEN’S PERSPECTIVE ON LOVE.
Resist stereotypes. Open your mind. Discover the truth. Here’s how:
-Talk to a variety of men. If you don’t have any friends who are men, make some. Treat them like actual humans.
-See Crazy Stupid Love, a movie that tells the story of a guy who adores his wife and fights to save their marriage.
-Read fiction by men (try Michael Connolly or Dennis Lehane).
-Listen to men. They’re not all the same.
-By all means, forget what you see on Jersey Shore.
WHERE CAN YOU MEET MEN?
-Coffee shops. Don’t ask me why, but men seem to love coffee shops. And I mean men from ages 21 to 80. Find a place where you can be comfortable and become a familiar face. Get to know the owner. Get to know the regulars. Get to know some men.
As a side note, Ronnie Ann Ryan posted a good piece on deciphering a man’s mixed signals yesterday. Take a look here.