Girls Can Be Nice

As a perpetual bachelor, you, after a while tend to lose grip on the actuality of the female nuance.  You get kind of indifferent in a lot of respects.  The female gender reverts back to being the oddly interesting on the other side of the grade school gymnasium or in more bitter moods the chance to get involved in a monotonous, on going exchange for sex and money between two people. But women do all these wonderful little things, and it may be possibly more of a rarity now a days, but there is a world of men out there who perhaps may be jaded by a unfair illusion of the female figure do to the media, but they are also out of touch with the nurturing aspect of women that a lot of modern women struggle to hide more than their cellulite.

When I mastered applying suntan lotion to the middle of my back with a spatula I thought women to be no more a need, but sort of a dividend. Where you got what you only invested.  I was doing my food shopping at a dollar store so I had little to invest, and therefore quite proud of my skill will a spatula.

Single men don’t want to reflect on all those little things because they are cracks in our foundation, or independence and pride.  To actively dwell on wanting all those little things in a needy fashion is weakness.   I had completely forgot a lot of things.  Some things I had never experienced.  And it’s like “whoa, what a sweet little creature.”

I can be a little bit of a dingbat and tend to misplace things.  There was one such creature where as I would randomly put down my, cigarettes, wallet, keys, beeper (oooooh remember those!) in several random places, she would calmly pick them up as I dropped them.  So when I was about to start the ten minute plight of finding all the crap I put down a few minutes before, this creature would be standing calmly by the door with all my stuff in her hands holding them out to me.   Gerg the cave man goes, “Ooh, that good, Gerg silly, Gerg go find you flower.”

There was another who would pin me down and pop my blackheads.  I first thought, shouldn’t that be gross? But it was really a touching act or strange habit, but I don’t think she was pinning people down in the subway to pop their zits.

That type of grooming, and baboon bug picking maintenance really grabs on to a man primal side and Gerg the cave man goes, “Oo Oo I go kill bear, make you coat.”

Even those who seem to have little feminine instinct, the effort is enough.  Cause they try something that they lack the nature for.  Like if a supermodel or nuclear engineer girlfriend tries to cook and burns the turkey, that’s fucking hot, I’d clear the table and take her right there.  I’d bottle the burnt turkey and make it a fragrance. And Boy! What I would do with the cranberry sauce.

When they jump like a fish out of water and give your cave man things curious interests or coddle complaints they might not even understand or truly support. Gerg says, “Ooh Ooh, I get you little Bed Rock Badger skin, is cute.”

They do a lot of adorable little things.  Which, the dude who goes from girlfriend to girlfriend, I guess takes for granted. Or the mama’s boys demand (cough Italians cough cough latins cough) The perpetual bachelor may not even know that women do that shit and it can be a little scary.  Gerg says “errr, not ready for wife, you not just want money?”

Of course there’s a fine line like if you come home and the girl you have been dating for a month had put pink curtains in your bathroom, you may want to move and change your name.  But be aware, they do some incredibly sweet things.  It’s not because one of them realized you are the god you always thought you were, and you should expect it because you deserve it.  Nor is it that they necessarily do it to try to “capture” you.  Most of them can do that with pussy alone.
They are into you, don’t be blind to it, appreciate it, and if you’re a perpetual bachelor who’s discovering new behaviors, don’t panic.