Leather and Lace

I have written before of the loss of real men…it’s something that distresses me greatly. I remember what men were like when I was younger: strong, stoic, reliable, protective of those around them….pretty straightforward. I like that. What I am not digging these days are the high-maintenance lads walking amongst us, the overly complicated ones that make life with them a friggin’ nightmare – and, let’s not fool ourselves, ladies….they are everywhere these days. I just don’t get it! Let’s recap some of them, shall we?

A woman I know had a first date with a new gentleman recently – they met at the Flying Saucer pub here in San Antonio, they walked up to each other, hugged hello and started to sit down. He looked at her and said, “Wow! You look great!” — she smiled a genuine teeth-flasher and said, “Why, thank you so much!” She then put her purse down and grabbed the drinks menu (you can see why this chick and I are amigas). He became sullen, was really quiet and awkward for the first 15-20 minutes of their date, which left her wondering what the ever-loving hell was going on….until the truth burst out of him: “Hey,” he said, “Um, I’m kinda offended that you didn’t tell me that I looked great, too.”  She was horrified – both at her apparent lack of manners, and at his clear lack of testicles, and instantly apologized and tried to make it better. Her efforts failed. They ended up having one drink each, which she downed, while he looked sadly into the depths of his glass (probably admiring his own reflection). When they said goodbye, he shook her hand and didn’t make eye contact – they have not spoken since.

Isn’t that something else???! I can’t speak!! I was so disgusted – but yet not that terribly surprised. This is the kind of stuff that I keep noticing more and more…I have heard of more men with hurt feelings in the past three years than I have heard of in my entire life. Their feelings seem to be smarting from the littlest of things – we aren’t talking massive tragedies like their dogs dying or a bunny rabbit ending up in a pot (I told you I watched ‘Fatal Attraction’ a few weeks ago, and I’m still traumatized); instead, they seem to be hurting from much less significant things – which often revolve around them not being the center of the universe. WTF is that all about?!!!?!? Can somebody please help me with this one?

While driving the other morning, the Stevie Nicks/Don Henley song “Leather and Lace” came on the radio – I loooooove this song, and started singing my heart out. Let’s give ‘er a listen, shall we? I’ve put the words below in case you want to sing along (and I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t – it’s so great):

Is love so fragile
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words
Impossible to follow
You’re saying I’m fragile I try not to be
I search only for something I can’t see

I have my own life and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be walking out the door

Lovers forever face to face
My city your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace

You in the moonlight
With your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a man like me
And you were right
When I walked into your house
I knew I’d never want to leave
Sometimes I’m a strong man
Sometimes cold and scared
And sometimes I cry
But that time I saw you
I knew with you to light my nights
Somehow I’d get by

Lovers forever face to face
My city your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace

Lovers forever face to face
My city your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace
But take from me my lace
Take from me my lace

 

Don’t you love that song? I sure do – it’s kind of the romantic ideal, isn’t it? Someone who will come along, be strong and give you their leather-like strength and toughness, and take some of your delicate lace from you…It’s kind of what I’ve always looked for – and I know that I’m not the only one on this quest. It’s harder to find than friggin’ Carmen Sandiego. Finding someone who comes to your house and never wants to leave (that you actually want around as well)? That’s golden. 🙂

 

Here’s another story of the lack o’men around at the moment:

Another one of my girlfriends was set up on a blind date with a guy (you know that these rarely-if-ever work out), they exchanged pictures, he seemed all into her and texted a ton. They went to meet each other, she thought it went really well, there seemed to be sparkly things flying in the air around them, the goodnight kiss was HOT (with tongue!), all seemed to be a go. The next day? Radio silence. She ended up asking him if all was okay, blah blah blah – this is what he sent in response: You know, I’m sure you’re a really nice person, but I just don’t know. You kind of like work and stuff, which I’m not always that in to – plus, um, your butt is kind of like this:

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That was the last she heard from him. Thankfully, this girl looooves her fat bottom (I do, too, for the record) and did not give two shits what this fool thought, but….man alive, and I use the word ‘man’ loosely, what the hell has happened to people and society today? Why on earth would someone think that it was okay to behave this way? I don’t get it…and, honestly, I really hope I never do. I don’t want to know about a world where crap like this happens, and I don’t want to find myself navigating waters infested with shitty peeps like this. Forget the whole damn thing. Why can’t people be straightforward, honest, kind, compassionate, empathetic, and just decent human beings? It’d be a delightful change. Grr.

So….to the few remaining real men in this world: grab your leather and come on down…. 😉

xxx

 

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