What The Hell Is a Manly Man?

In my online dating adventures, I’ve had to read a ton of profiles. Most say the same things – the person is cute, funny, honest and is looking for someone who is the same. Since everyone says the same things about themselves, you’d think it would be a simple matter to find someone of like mind.

However, a lot of the profiles ask for a ‘manly man’.

I have no idea what the hell that even means. Do they mean the 50’s guy? Do they mean the mechanically inclined dude? Or the guy who doesn’t show any emotion because it might make him look like a pansy?

So because I don’t like tearing apart cars and stuff, does that make me less ‘manly’? And who comes up with the standard of what’s considered manly and what isn’t?

There are a ton of articles and blog posts about stereotyping women. I read one recently about how people shouldn’t use pet names if they don’t know you because it implies misogyny.

Now, in certain circumstances I’d agree. I saw a well-to-do guy say to a secretary the other day that, ‘Honey, it’s just business’. He dripped condescension. You could tell by his body language and tone that he thought she was beneath him, and I think it a fair bet that had a lot to do with her being a woman. I doubt he would have been speaking that way had she been a man.

So I get that, but women can be just as guilty. Lots of women call me pet names in a non-condescending manner.

For example, I get called honey, dear, baby, love and all sorts of other names by women. They don’t know me from Adam, but it’s just a term and nothing to get bent out of shape about. I don’t care if they want to call me those things.

However, you can use those same terms using a tone that I would mind – same as a man can when addressing a woman.

Telling people you want a ‘manly man’ is both meaningless and forces a stereotype on men.

Instead of typing such drivel, why not tell people what you really want in a man. If you’re attracted to men who know a thing or two about mechanics, then by God say that.

Just say it! Stop beating around the bush and making us guess what it is you find manly.



Do You, Baby

IMG_20151117_162230713_HDRIt’s been a while. For some reason my internet WiFi stopped working and I had to run a 100 foot wire from upstairs to my place in the dank basement. It was a frustrating process. Lots of flashbacks to when I could light a cigarette up and pretend it was helping me cope with the stress.

I’ll spare you the horrid details.

Anyhow, I’m doing okay. Lots of weird adventures in the dating world. Because I work afternoons, it’s super hard to have any sort of social life.

Don’t get me wrong, I freaking love being able to sleep in and stay up late. I don’t want to trade that freedom in or anything, but meeting new people or potential love interests is much, much harder. That’s all I’m saying.

I have managed to figure out the online dating thing. I’ve been out on quiet a few dates with different people since I last posted to this blog. There were two that started to get serious before things went off the rails.

And thus a blog post was born!

Do you people. Don’t let people or society tell you how to act. The first fledgling relationship I had, the woman told me I had to ‘act my age’ because I like to goof around. I also have an Avengers cup in my bathroom and a few action figures as well.

Sue me.

That’s the crap I like. Those things interest me. They entertain me. They make me happy. Is there some invisible line I missed that demands we give up the things that make us happy so we can grow old bored and miserable?

Screw that!

The second one just went all bizarre. I don’t even want to explain it. I think I might have some of the worst luck in choosing a mate on the planet.

But whatever. I’m not going to change who I am. I’m not going to ‘grow up’. I’m going to do me and live my life doing the things that make me happy.

If you’re still reading this, I hope you do the same. Don’t let people or society dictate how you should act. Don’t be miserable so others can feel better about how you’re behaving. Screw them.

Just do you, baby.