About being a man: the thrill of discovery fades a little over time, but not much.
When you’re a teenager and first slipping your hands under blouses, everything is unfamiliar.
Now, the expectancy is tempered by experience; you know what you’re about to get.
However, a new woman rejuvenates the explorer’s wanderlust, adding to the thrill and thereby amping up the experience to near-teenage levels. Role-play can have the same effect.
Time spent understanding men – if you’re a woman – or women – if you’re a man – is part of being human. We are different, and difference piques our interest.
* Why is the female orgasm such an elusive (some might say slippery) catch?
* What’s with guys leaving (or sleeping) immediately after sex?
* Who the heck understands why one-night-stands so often remain one night affairs?
Although I have spent a great deal of time contemplating and writing about motives and proclivities, almost everything about women is a mystery to me. Inquiry is good, but I have learned that in some respects answers are best left un-found.
Answers are an end point. If we don’t have answers, we’ll keep coming back to the questions, and my suspicion is that nature intends it that way. In other words, sex and relationships are by design always about the road to discovery, not the destination. We need to keep coming back to each other.
So I believe that while a measure of clarity about ourselves and our partners creates a good foundation, not knowing is a part of the deal too. Loving your lack of understanding might be the best part of being with someone.
From up here high on middle age I see two vistas, one on either side of the mountain.
To the left is the plain we have already experienced. Sloping away to the right is the terrain we are about to explore.
The two don’t look too terribly different, but from one very important aspect they are: Fertility. Once you reach the age when you are no longer able or interested in having sex ever turn into babies, everything relationshippy changes.
Forgetting what we already know isn’t possible, but recasting it for an altered circumstance will likely be valuable, don’t you think?
The point of Breaking Bad wasn’t that good people can bust out. It wasn’t that evil can lurk inside a milquetoast. It wasn’t even that civilization neuters men.
The point of Walter White is that we need a point. We need to belong, to be recognized and to stand apart.