Here’s why he disappeared
Mia and I were wrangling over the “special” thing last week. Was it wrong, greedy or needy to want to have someone make us feel “special”?
Do we need to feel “special” past the age when our Moms and Dads told us that we were?
Do we abuse the idea of what we “deserve”?
I don’t know on the “special” thing, and I’d say, sure, we probably can and do abuse our notion of what we “deserve.” Still, most of us don’t want to be with someone who makes us feel like crap. So, why do we tolerate it?
Good question.
So I felt somewhat validated when I read this:
“If you want true power and control over your love life, it’s about breaking that pattern of trying to fix relationships with broken men who treat you like crap, and making healthier decisions about about men. … (Y)ou’re going to realize that you don’t want a guy who doesn’t make you feel special. You’re going to be free to have a relationship with a man who actually gives you the love you deserve.”
It’s from dating coach Evan Marc Katz‘s new ebook, “Why He
Disappeared.” 
Disclosure: I was approached by Katz to become an affiliate in the book, meaning I could stand to profit from its sales. I have nothing against making money, but I won’t endorse anything I don’t believe in. So, I asked if I could read it first, and I have.
Do I believe in it?
I’ve read my share of self-help books, and so many of them are filled with stuff we already know!
But do we follow through?
Not so much. And that’s the reason why we keep making bad choices in our life when it comes to relationships and other things.
Perhaps it isn’t bad to have a reminder now and then; it’s kinda why we read some blogs anyway, right? To check in on
whether what we’re feeling is “normal” or not.
So, there are a few things Evan’s got going for him.
- Evan’s blog is on my blogroll — not something I take lightly.
- He’s a guy; as I’ve said before, most of your gal friends are going to be “yes” women; they’ll tell you what you want to hear, not what you need to hear — which is whatever responsibility we may have in a guy’s disappearance. Not because they’re being manipulative or disingenuous, but because they’re women, too! If you want to know how you rate as girlfriend material, ask a guy. Blowjobs, too.
- Evan gave Lori Gottlieb dating advice, and, boy, does the girl need it — she rejected a guy for his name! His advice is part of her book “Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough.” Now, I didn’t love the book (too long, self-absorbed, blah, blah), but some of it makes a lot of sense to me (although I still shudder, as so many others do, at the word “settle”; it’s a loaded word), and I’ll bet the parts that make sense to me are the parts Evan’s in.
- Just the other day, I wrote how we gals have it all wrong; we’ve accomplished so much, we’re making big bucks (well, not me, but others are!), we’ve got fancy titles at work and maybe we have the coveted corner office. You go, girls, But, guess what? Women’s degrees and ambition aren’t aphrodisiacs or turn-ons. Evan has been saying that, too: “Ambitious, successful, strong — the qualities in which you may take the most pride — are not your most desirable assets to most men. It’s not that they don’t matter. It’s that what most men want on a first date is a woman who is easygoing, fun, and appreciative.”
He is so right about that!
Other things he says that I like:
- The qualities that attract us to each other also repel: “We love your feistiness. We tire of the battles; We love your active mind. We tire of the arguments; We love your passion. We tire of the drama.” (OK, guys can have drama, too, but whatever.)
- If you want a masculine guy, embrace your passive feminine side.
- Most guys aren’t bad guys, some are just clueless; cut them some slack.
- Don’t live by arbitrary rules, like you’ll only have sex after x-number of dates. All we have to do is figure out if a guy is interested in us or sex. If we don’t know the answer, don’t get naked!; go ahead if we think we do.
- Don’t rush through a relationship as if we’re trying to get to the end of a novel; let things develop organically, not with insecurity and fear of what’s next.
- The best we can do to keep a guy around is by enhancing his life — “making it better, easier, and more pleasurable than if he was single.” Kinda like wanting to feel special.
- It’s not like Evan wants us to be doormats, but choosing the battles — as any mom of a teenager knows — is key; “by letting go of control of the small things, you get to win the big ones.”
- When it comes to a man accepting who we are — Meredith Brooks’ declaration that a guy should “take me as I am; this may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man” isn’t always the right way. “Alter the perception of who you are.” We all tend to focus on our own needs, not always our guy’s needs. Hey, he has them too.
Ultimately, here’s the book’s take-home message:
“(I)f you were dating a good, solid, relationship-oriented man who suddenly disappeared, chances are not that he’s threatened; but that he’s looking for someone who makes him feel better about himself than you do.”
That’s hard to hear, but hear it we must. Guess guys like to feel “special,” too.
So, do you need to read “Why He Disappeared“?
If you can figure this stuff out on your own and stick to it without downing numerous pints of Ben & Jerry’s or Lemon Drops, and burning out your girlfriends as you “process” for the umpteenth time, probably not.
If you want to have a comforting “I know what you’re going through” voice to keep you true to yourself, then by all means, buy it.
Here’s the link to “Why He Disappeared“; the ebook, audio and video package is on sale through Sunday (with a one-year money-back guarantee, longer than many relationships!).
Just tell him you were sent by Kat …
… who probably should be writing, “Why She Disappeared.”
- Do you believe your partner should make you feel “special”?
- What does feeling “special” look like?
Take a lesson from Cleopatra
“So, what do you think of my date?” my friend Dan asked, sidling up to me as the stunning blonde went to the ladies room.
Sara and I had run into them when we’d popped into the new brewpub to get a beer after a long
sweaty hike this weekend. Dan waved us over, and I hung around when Sara had to leave to pick up her daughter.
“Well, she’s really pretty.”
“Yes, she is! But, what do you think of her?”
I didn’t quite get what he was getting at, so I went with the Wonder Bread assessment.
“She seems very nice.”
“C’mon Kat. Tell em what you really think.”
I’m always nervous when people ask me what I think of their love interest because being honest often doesn’t work out well. So, I fudged it.
“Dan, I think I should be asking you what you really think; you know her a lot better than I do, and besides, that’s all that matters, right?”
“True. Well, she’s not too with it, you know?”
“You mean she’s not too smart?”
“She’s smart, she’s just …”
And just like that, she was back at the table, all dimply and freshly lip-glossed.
We chatted some more, and I listened and watched a little more closely before I said my goodbyes.
Then I realized what she was “just” about.
She was just beautiful, but dull — there was no charm or wit to her, no curiosity.
Does that matter?
“It’s essential,” Dan said when we chatted on the phone later. “And that’s something women have forgotten.
“What do you mean?”
“Women nowadays act as if their degrees and ambition are aphrodisiacs, but they’re not.”
“Don’t guys want women who are smart?” 
“Smart’s not enough. They need to think like Cleopatra.”
“Uh, she killed herself with a snake. How smart is
that?”
“Go read about her.”
So I did. Evidently the Egyptian queen was quite the hottie in her day (although as people debate whether Angelina Jolie is the right person to portray her, Egyptologists insist she was actually “short, fat and plain”), but it really wasn’t her
beauty that captivated men or her age — although she was just 21 when she hooked up with the 52-year-old Caesar, and really, you can do no wrong at 21.
It was her wit, charm and, as Plutarch says,
the “sweetness in the tones of her voice” that made her a guy magnet.
Oh, dear; well, good luck, Valley girls …
Not to mention that she could “make herself agreeable to everyone,” as Cassius Dio says — which nowadays we’d probably have some silly self-help guru telling us to stop being such a “pleaser.”
But, is that what men want?
Dan says yes. Beauty and intelligence? Sure,
but if you can’t be playful and charming …
Guys may or may not want their intellectual equal, but they want someone who’s low-maintenance and makes him feel good, someone who’ll “make herself agreeable.”
Is being “agreeable” another word for doormat? Could be, if that’s how you feel about it. Can “agreeable” also mean manipulative? Maybe — I wouldn’t say Ms. Cleo had just her man’s best interests in mind. She had a few people offed, including her own sister, to keep her power.
But, haven’t you ever noticed that when you have a little “sweetness” in your voice that a guy will do pretty much anything for you?
Maybe to be treated like a princess we need to act like a queen!
- How important is charm and wit to you in a potential mate?
- Have women forgotten how to be “agreeable”?
- Is being “agreeable” giving up your power, or using your power?
Would a disability make you better or bitter?
I’d gone into uber-Kat mode this weekend; Roxy and I took a long hike, I did a yoga class, I’d danced like crazy, and then Sara and I hopped on our bikes for a long ride out to West Marin.
That’s when something went wrong. My legs got all freaky on me.
“Ow, my legs are cramping up,” I said as I pedaled fast to catch up with Sara.
“Let’s stop so you can stretch them.”
So we did, and after resting, splitting a Luna bar and ogling some awfully — or wonderfully — fit and attractive cyclists as they sped by, we got back on our bikes.
Two minutes later, and my legs were a mess.
“I’ve never had a pain like this before,” I moaned. “What if it’s something serious?”
“Maybe you have MS or something.”
“What the hell, Sara?!”
“OK, OK. I was just being stupid. You probably just pushed yourself. You’re not that young anymore, you know.”
That was supposed to make me feel better?
Not that I’m obsessive or anything, but for the rest of the painful ride home, I thought, what if?
What if I had MS?
What if I was no longer able to do the things I love?
What would I do?
Would I still have the strong will to live and thrive? Or, would I feel trapped in a body and a world that didn’t understand me?
On the plus side, there’s lots I love to do. Much of it is cerebral; I’m a daydreamer, a yapper and a reader. But, what I love the most is moving my body in big ways — hiking, biking, dancing, walking, swimming, kayaking — and small ways — cooking, gardening, goofing around on guitar — and perhaps the best way: sex.
What if all that was gone? 
For a while, it was. There
was a period in my life when
I was in a wheelchair. I learned a lot about myself and the world from that experience; even though I wouldn’t go out of my way to be back there again, it
helped me see the world from a different perspective.
Of course, the world viewed me differently, too — I got more smiles and kindness,
as well as pity, than I
probably deserved. And what the hell was that about?
Probably because most
of us feel awkward in the presence of someone who’s not “normal” like us, although we don’t often know if someone’s disabled if it isn’t clearly visible.
It made me think — who’s the real disabled one here, me or others with their closed minds?
Thankfully, it wasn’t permanent, so I didn’t care — anyone can endure anything if it’s temporary.
But, what if?
I’d like to think that I wouldn’t let my disability define me, that I would use it to make me better, stronger, more focused on what matters, like Stephen Hawking, Helen Keller, Beethoven and hundreds of others.
That’s how we kinda want disabled people to be; somewhat heroic.
But maybe I’d just be pissed off and bitter, and on top of it feeling guilty and ashamed about that attitude because so many others haven’t been pissed off and bitter — they accepted it, embraced it, rose above it.
Maybe I’d just be a disabled mess.
Of course, I think back to the time right before and after my divorce — a pretty messy time emotionally. It’s easy to become a physical mess, too — you’re either eating too much or not enough, you can use booze as a crutch, you can stay immobile in bed all day, you can put yourself in all sorts of “who cares, anyway?” risky behavior.
I’m so thankful I came out of my divorce intact and healthy. Not everyone does; some people live with the scars of their divorce as much as anyone who’s permanently disabled.
It’s silly to imagine what you would or wouldn’t do if you were suddenly disabled; we really have no idea what it’s like (even if we have close friends/family who are), and we often think we’d handle things better/worse than we actually do.
I sure hope I don’t have to face that challenge. Ever.
But as Sara so indelicately pointed out to me, I’m not that young anymore. Aging naturally takes away or reduces many of our abilities; eyesight, memory and lately, the collagen in my skin! And, my friends, aging is permanent.
So when people ask me why I seem so happy all time (which I’m not, really), all I can say is, I’m still able to do all the things I love.
What a blessing that is!
- If you’re living with an illness/disability, has it given you a new perspective?
- Do you wonder, “What if?”
- Do you think you’d thrive or crumble?
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