A Few Good Men

I once went out for pasta with a guy I will call Mr. Boy.

He, like most of the men I’ve dated, was tall, dark-haired, and had one of those smiles that’ll make you look twice. To be completely honest…that’s about all I remember about him. I can’t recall how we met or how long we hung out. I have no idea what he’s up to now, what he did after we split, or where he’s living. This isn’t because he didn’t make an impression on me, but rather because of the poor taste he left in my mouth.

As we were chatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other on our second date, Mr. Boy brought up a topic that was sensitive to him. It wasn’t anything too personal or too traumatic (as far as I could tell from knowing him a few weeks), but right there, in the middle of our dinner, he started crying. And he didn’t just get a little misty-eyed, but actually, literally, sobbed and shook. Stunned, I didn’t know how to respond other than turning on my mothering methods by patting his back and shielding him from the stares of other patrons. I may have even “Shh”ed him and encouraged him to finish his ravioli because it’d make him feel better. He eventually calmed down, yet continued to pout as he soaked up the leftover sauce with pieces of bread he tore up into tiny pieces.

When the check came, he did not offer to pay for it or reach for it, even though he had invited me to be his company for the evening. In between sniffles, he asked, “So, just split it down the middle then, yeah?” I gave him a little grin and complied, though he must have been oblivious to not notice my disdain. As we were both signing on the dotted line, he suggested under his breath, “The service wasn’t great, so don’t feel like you need to give 20 percent or anything.” At the time, I bit my tongue to protect my class, but today, I would have replied with, “Well, the company wasn’t all that great, so I don’t feel like I need to stay any longer.” Eh, coulda, shoulda, woulda.

After he walked me home and I gave him the cheek treatment instead of a good-night kiss (or a night-cap, as he was hoping for), I closed the door, leaned up against it, and slid down to hug my knees. I didn’t, in fact cry, but I heaved a sigh he could probably feel as he headed back to his place. Probably to wrap himself up in a big blanket and fall completely to pieces while eating ice cream and listening to a Celine Dion on repeat, I thought at the time. Out of nothing but utter frustration, I glared up at the universe and directly asked a question, fully expecting to receive an answer:

Where are the men? I’m so sick of dating boys.

Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not one of those women who thinks her man must be a cowboy, a jock, or lead the free world to victory. I believe a man should display his emotions, isn’t always responsible for picking up the tab, and shouldn’t always be tough, rough, and direct as dudes are often portrayed or raised to be. However, no matter how many street smarts New York gives me, I will always be Southern sweet and hold myself (and others) to the goodness of manners. And frankly, crying on a date and being rude is unacceptable. Though I sympathized for him and the subject that broke him down, I also thought it was something he shouldn’t have brought up if he felt so strongly about it, and maybe more so – he shouldn’t expect me to console him. Or fix him or act like his mother.

I’m not sure what I would call this preferred method of conduct, but David Good (who you might know from The Bachelorette & The Bachelor Pad) – would call this The Man Code. Recently, Good and I shared a glass of Merlot and Maker’s Mark so he could explain to me the rules, according to dudes.

Good’s a Midwest guy who was raised to be a man. If he was outside sporting only a t-shirt in the weather New York’s been entertaining lately, he would have never shivered. If a lady needed an arm to steady her step, he’d graciously offer it. And when it comes to insecurities, though he has them – he’d never ask a woman to cure them or boost his confidence. While he believes vulnerability is an important element to developing feelings (he goes as far to say brutal honesty is the key to healthy love) – it is also something that’s reserved for a relationship.

When tears and the introduction of personal fears becomes intertwined in dating, and even at the pick-up stages at a bar, Good thinks men are playing on the fact women are caregivers to attract them. Because they know a girl will automatically say, “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you okay? What can I get for you?” they use it to their advantage to make a gal feel comfortable. And to think, well, he’s actually in sync with his emotions – when in reality, Good thinks the guy just knows what card to play.

I”ve met a lot of boys who wanted me to tidy up their messes and let them lay in my lap of comfort. And when it comes to playing Ms. Fix-It with practically each man I’ve been serious with, I’m guilty as charged. I once witnessed Mr. Idea cry for 45 minutes over a cat that hadn’t even passed away, but was just more lethargic than lately. Regardless, for me, as independent and self-sufficient as I am, when Mr. Boy acted nothing like the man I picture myself being with, I couldn’t have escaped from his faster. So if he was using that little trick on me, he should have not played with a grown-up lady who wants to meet a partner, not take care of a child. For the record, I never called him back or responded to emails or text messages. He sent me flowers to let me know how “understanding” he was to my busy schedule, and I gave them away to my friends. It wasn’t really the crying that did me in – we all have moments of weakness – but the pity he sought from me, when we weren’t in a place where that was appropriate. I do, however, hope he found a chick who will dab the olive oil and tears as they drip down his face. It seems to be his preferred choice of luring a gal, anyways.

Good says guys should have “testicular fortitude” which is interesting way of putting: men should have balls. Or as I’d like to say it, men should come to the table as I do. We’re all human, we’re all full of flaws, we all have things we hate about ourselves, and personal qualities we adore. We all have a past, we’ve all felt the burn of loves that were, and we’ve all had the often wayward hope of all that’s to come. But, if we’re constantly looking for someone to complete us, someone to take all of negativity we project or have off of our shoulders, and bear it themselves – then we’ll never learn how to stand on our own. Or how to be a dynamic duo, instead of an overly dependent couple.

Because we’re not looking for a mate who will tuck us in at night, comb our hair, and tell us right from wrong. We aren’t looking for parents, we’re looking for our match. Someone who will step up to the plate with us, someone who will challenge us to turn our mind to face new lights, someone who will encourage us to let it all out, no matter what it is, but then move on and learn from it. I don’t want to be taken care of or depend on a man for my sanity, my finances, or my future – I can handle that just fine on my own. I would rather be with a guy who’s as in-tuned with himself as I am, and thus, instead of being half-people searching for each other to piece one single person together, we have two people to bring to a relationship. And as any sale at Barney’s will tell you – half-off is not nearly as incredible as two for one.

So while I’ve put up with a long list of boys in my dating history -I’m not giving up on the belief there are a few good men out there. In fact, I’ll demand nothing less than one. After all, I’d rather treat myself to dinner for one, the rest of my life, then to suffer through pasta with a pansy, even once more.

P.S. Confessions of a Love Addict is celebrating Valentine’s Day a little differently this year. We’ll make it more about the single ladies and less about flowers that’ll die in a day. To get involved, click here.

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11 thoughts on “A Few Good Men

  1. I got to about half-way through your post and I thought ‘what if I’m not a carer?’ What happens to someone like me who doesn’t fall for the tears? That isn’t to say that I don’t care, but I was sure there were certain rules of dating that suggest that for the first few weeks each party has to remain composed? How would men react if the tables were turned and the girl was the one crying into her ravioli? They wouldn’t have stood for it; they would have been embarrassed and would have feigned some emergency that they absolutely had to attend.

    Anyway, I carried on reading and feel much better knowing that I’m not asking too much to want to be dating a man.

  2. A lot of guys are conditioned by crap on television and in movies to be more “feminine” for some reason. Thus they become emoters which is all fine and good to a lady (except on a first date obviously) at first and then it becomes old quick. Case in point, your Mr. Boy. We have a term for fellas like that down here in the Bluegrass. We call them girls. Because that’s usually how women act (not on a first date obviously). Women are the ones who emote and need to express their feelings. Not guys.

    I find it very funny that women want men to be more sensitive and vulnerable and then when they get that kind of man, they wonder why he isn’t a man anymore. I perhaps a woman wants the best of both worlds, but sadly that kind of man doesn’t exist.

    Guys like Mr. Boy need a swift kick in the ass and a lesson in how to be a man.

    • @Mike, I disagree with your opinion. Why can’t there exist men who are strong and firm yet have the ability to be sensitive and vulnerable? I think there are tv shows and movies that portray this too. One that comes to mind is Jason Bourne from the Bourne trilogy. I think he’s an example of a real “dude” and he shows both a strong and sensitive side… don’t you think?

      I agree with you that some men do need a kick in the ass! (though not sure it would even help them)

      • Let see if I can explain this correctly. Some men are sensitive and vulnerable. They just don’t show it. Or they show it WAY to much and that is when you have a “girl” or a pansy as I’d like to call them.

        Men really are the best of both worlds. When you find your real partner, he will be sensitive and vulnerable TO YOU. When I say this I mean, he’ll find your feelings important and even though he may not understand them, most of the time he’ll be sensitive and vulnerable to your feels.

        You have to realize though, being strong and firm is what drill into a guy from birth. They are sensitive and vulnerable in their own way. Some not at all, some very little, some hide it, and some just blubber all over you on the first date.

      • I think Jason Bourne is a creation and not an example. Guys can be sensitive and vulnerable but I think the main thing is that many women want men to comminicate like women communicate and they don’t. At least the average man doesn’t communicate that way.

    • I think women (at least the ones that I know) expect BALANCE. I for one, do not want a man who is only “strong” and “manly”. That in itself can become old (and weird, really) real quick. I don’t know anyone who wants only that side of a man. I think a real man, needs to have balance (as with most things in life). There are times when a man should be sensitive, and times when they should not. To be only one or the other is plain silly. I think “I perhaps a woman wants the best of both worlds, but sadly that kind of man doesn’t exist. ” is an incredibly strong statement, and one that I completely disagree with. I know several men who have the best of both worlds in that category. :)

  3. I had one of these. Except. I actually dated him and he never really cried… well yes he did once… I think. It got so bad (no the crying… just how he acted at times) to the point where I openly asked him if he was gay.

    He was a really sweet and nice boy. He was trying to “manly” and just ended up being pansyish.

    I really love reading all your posts, they always make me want to fistpump, dance around and go “YAYYY!!!” mainly because they go with how I’ve felt most of my life about relationships. Keep up the good work!!

  4. I can’t tell you how much I needed this post! Especially the second to last paragraph. I can’t tell you how many times my BF has acted like a parent instead of my equal. He once even asked if he could take over responsibility of my mail and bills (like him literally having me just transfer a certain amount of money to him, and he figure out where and how much should go to what). I was, of course offended and snapped at him. He really has a problem as viewing me as his equal. His excuse is that he’s just “helping me”. I don’t need help…there are certain things that I need and WANT to experience myself…learn for myself. It may be the 8 year age difference, or maybe he just doesn’t trust that I can take care of myself. Either way, it has always been an issue. One that has gotten better, but still lurks.

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