There are articles in abundance on what women want and need. There was even a movie recently, with Mel Gibson, about our secret feminine thoughts and desires, men spend hours trying to figure us out and what we need, but do we try to figure them out? You donât see many about what men need and want, and they can be as mysterious to us, as we are to them. All women think they need to do is, rope âem, hog tie âem and throw âem in the barnâŠwell men ainât cattle girls, they know how to open that barn door even if we get them in there.
Usually all you read is bitter accounts by angry cold women, about why men arenât worth much, and how to avoid the ones who may not be easy to catch, complete with titles and types and assessments of why you donât want one like THAT⊠Well, ladies, I catch themâŠand if you want a good one, well, you better start figuring out what he wants or you arenât going to get him, let alone keep him. My men are trying to figure out how to keep me, not escape me.
Every woman knows men are into chemistry, although what it is, is a bit unclear. What it is is sex appeal, it is, they want to appeal to us sexually, and for us to appeal to them sexually, is really all that is, itâs not looks or weight, or height or make up, itâs how we look at them and how we make them feel, if we make them feel like males, deep inside, theyâre attracted to us. Theyâll admit to that readily enough, but to get inside the mind of a man, to learn what it is that makes him choose to stay and commit? Thatâs the secret ladies, they have to want to commit to us. Most of us can all do enough to get them to stay for breakfast at any time. Itâs keeping hold of them thatâs tough. And to us, we want that commitment and they know it, but many of us want it because their paycheck comes with it. They want their moneyâs worth, and that is fair, girls, it is. They arenât about to tell us this though, because they know we can be determined and devious. The line the bride sings walking down the aisle, of âPhew, Iâll never have to do THAT again!â Is a little too often true. They want truth and beauty, not to be a victim of some woman with a need for income. They believe in love more than we do at times.
Men hit about 35 and begin to wake up to a silent urging to procreate and nest, they reassess their life in the wild, and begin to consider settling down, they get as broody as any woman does. Or if they have procreated and nested, they begin to feel the urge to stretch their wings and fly, to seek out more, and feel the wonder again. Men arenât one dimensional, is part of that, they need both, passion and comfort, home and freedom and sensuality, theyâre really somewhat simple, theyâll give us everything if they can just be a star in their own lives. Thatâs really all it takes. That and they want an interesting life. Give them that, and theyâll line up to commit to who ever gives it to them.
Youâll hear wives lament and whine that heâs cheating on her, but what you donât hear is why he is, and itâs not just some younger body, itâs⊠sheâs interesting and the wife isnât. The wife has become dull and boring, and to her, all life is about is vacuuming the house now, and she yells at him and whines at him, just like she does after he flies the coop! and heâs tired of sleeping with the maid whose got attitude, whoâd want to sleep with a bad tempered tyrant!
Half of that is she berates him, itâs never enough, take out the garbage, fix the car, when are you going to mow the yard, she becomes this chore monger, another boss, so he has two jobs, not a home and a career. And she only lives to do chores, herself, he earns, he works, he takes second place in his own life, he is the gadget man, the vacuum cleaner with a mind, the guy who keeps life orderly for us, and not much else. The kids matter more, and Little League does, hey, girls, if they did that to US, weâd leave, in a second! And do. Weâd never put up with working all day and handing over our check only to come home and get yelled at? And she wonders why he left?! Someone was nicer to him is why, and she wasnâtâŠYou canât keep cows in the barn if you leave the door open, ladies! Get a clue wifey, you werenât what he needed, you were too busy making cupcakes to notice him, you said no fourteen times a week? And you didnât keep your buns firm or your underwear sexy. You bored him into leaving and you berated him for not liking you that way. And you follow it up with insulting him after the fact that heâs shallow, and he has the problems! So were the cupcakes for the bake sale really THAT important? Cause you sure act like they are!
Men want fantasy, they want entertainment, they want the princess we are, they want the fairy sprite, the little girl in us who dreams, they want eternal youth from our INSIDES, but they also want the slut lurking within us all, they want excitement and to fly, and then land safely, they want to be our wings, our angels of destiny and if we deny them that part of us, if we refuse to go with them or let them take us on their flights of fancy, they lose, but so do we, all we are is housekeepers then, neither queen or whore, and not their partner in life either, we become grounded as the world moves on without us. We just exist to make dinner, when we could be going on exotic trips and living a life of dreams. We choose to be dull and boring, and then whine they donât.
Classic sex symbols, from Mae West to Madonna, from Liz Taylor to Brittney Spears, are women men dream of, women of passion and fire, women who are playful and adventurous and have a natural sexuality. Men, dream of a nymphomaniac in their lives, or at least one who can be one at times? They want to be cherished, and adored and worshipped, and they should be! They want to be teased and pleased and played with. They want a playmate, a friend and a confidant. They want a woman who makes them proud, who their friends go WOW, whereâd you find THAT one, you must be a stud huh? To keep HER! Itâs a man thing, itâs pride, its competitiveness, itâs what makes them happyâŠits what makes them manly, ladies, if you want him to be more of a man, be more of a woman!
They want a princess to provide for, they want a woman who sparkles at them when they do things for her, and sighs and coos. They want her to be pleased, and surprised by their efforts to win her and appease her. They want to chase her and feel her give in to them. Ladies the guys want romance, not pink lace, real romance, the kind with feeling, the kind that has candlelight and soft music, and sighs, they want the longing glances and the deep involvement. And we sort of end up handing them Chef Boyardee and saying Whatâs your problem? Well, gosh, dinner from a can, might be some of it, the Dog eats dinner from a can, and we pet the darned dog at least? Or I pet mine, but maybe my dog lives better than your man does too? Consider that. Thatâs sort of sad isnât it, for him.
They want her to be glamorous at times, slinky and sexy. They want her to be natural at times, and able to get ready in less than an hour, they want her in baseball caps and jeans, as they sit and fantasize about how hot she was last night, and watch her looking like a tomboy now. They want her to like their bodies, and revel in them, as males, to act like a greedy sexual creature who canât get enough, at times, as well as listen to their thoughts, and try to make their dreams come true.
They want her to be all the women in the world at once, pure and innocent, devilish and dangerous, squirmy and high spirited, needy and soft, nurturing and comforting, and sexually awake and aware of sensual pleasures. They want the mother in us, the sister, and the slut, they want us to be as multi-dimensional as they are. They want the lady in the living room, the whore in the bedroom, and always have. Be that, and able to carry on a conversation about something other than yourself and your interests, and they will all eat from your hand, with pleasure.
