This is anecdotal evidence and I haven’t done any stats on it or anything, but I’ve noticed that the majority of bloggers are women.
There’s nothing wrong with this except for the fact that I’d like to see more guys out there writing about their lives, loves, and something else important that starts with an “L” that fits in with the previous two (I couldn’t think of a good one). I’ve learned quite a bit about what goes on inside the head of women from reading a fairly diverse range of women bloggers and I think repaying the favor is the least men could do. I haven’t exactly done this, so I think I’ll do my part right now with an impromptu post that will hopefully shed some light on the male mind for my female readers. Men and women both, feel free to criticize or add to the discussion in the comments. Now, on with the show.
—A precarious situation—
So here’s the abridged background. Thought it would be a good idea to get married at the age of 22. Three years later my wife and I decide to get divorced and she moves out of our Chicago apartment into a more expensive apartment. She loses her job less than a month into her new lease. We decide to live together in “my” apartment to save money even though we’re in the process of getting divorced.
Sounds like loads of fun, right? One good thing is that I’m currently on vacation and staying at my parent’s house for a month, but soon I’ll be back living with my soon-to-be-ex-but-still-technically-current wife. The tenuous part of all of this is that while I have made up my mind about the divorce I think she still believes in the recesses of her mind that it is salvageable even after our many conversations that ended in “this is not salvageable, we make better friends than spouses.” So now we’ll be living together again, and that means human needs will need to be satiated.
Stereotypically, I have a problem with keeping it in my pants. In fact, I have a tendencey to flat out lose my pants if I’ve been drinking, so typically the first thing I’ll do when waking up is check to see if I have pants on. Yes, good. No, fuck (this hasn’t happened while I’ve been married though). The only problem is that now I’m going to be living with someone I’ve been with for years who has the same needs and desires I have but may think there’s more to it than just sex. That’s not good for anyone, and yet I know there’s nothing that I can do outside of loping off my junk. This is going to last until August when our lease expires and I find a new place to live and start over in grad school.
Dear god what have I gotten myself into?
And that, ladies, is the male mind. Well, part of it. You’ll get the rest at a later date.