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Sep 9

Do you tell your partner everything?

Posted on Thursday, September 9, 2010 in Honesty, Men, Relationships, Women

I knew Rex was going out of town for business, so I called Mia to see if she needed some gal time.

“Nah, thanks. I have plans.”

“Hope he’s cute,” I joked.

“What do you mean?” she said with an unusual intensity.

“I don’t mean anything, but now you’re making me feel like it is meaning something. What’s up?”

“Nothing, really. I’m just going to get together with Peter, that’s all.”

“Peter as in your old flame Peter?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Uh, I don’t know. That’s cool. If it’s cool with Rex, it’s cool with me.”

“Well, I’m not going to tell Rex.”

“How come?”               

“Because, why should I? I mean, he’s
just a friend and I love Rex and I would never do anything to hurt my guy or our relationship so … what’s to tell?”

Good question, I guess.

But what if it were Rex meeting up with
an old flame and he didn’t tell her? How would that feel?

I’m guessing she wouldn’t be so OK
with it. Unless, of course, she didn’t find out.

Which is what most of us hope happens when we don’t reveal something that we’re not sure if we should share or not. Or know that we should, but don’t.

Otherwise, we’d just say it.

Which gets into the bigger question — should we tell our partner everything?

And if we don’t, why aren’t we?

It’s simple to say, well, just tell the truth. But as Oscar Wilde says, “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”

Especially in relationships.

We can’t be in a healthy relationship without trust and truth. And yet, we don’t always tell our partner everything. That’s not necessarily lying, but it isn’t necessarily the “whole truth,” either.

And then, if it’s discovered something was omitted … watch out!

I pretty much assume that whatever guy I’m with will be fantasizing and checking out women and feeling tempted daily — maybe hourly.

Either he’s going to be the kind of guy who acts on it or not (and if he does act on it, he’s not my guy for much longer).

But sometimes when we’re confronted with reality  — Hey, I saw your sweetie having lunch with an attractive women yesterday — we feel a little twinge of, “hmm.”

Coworker? Boss? Client? Old friend? New friend?

Should we care?

Should we be sharing every little thing, especially if it involves time, however brief, spent in the company of someone of the other sex?

I know I haven’t.

Of course, I know that when I spend time with a male friend or a former flame, well, nothing’s going to “happen.” I trust myself, know my boundaries, and therefore my sweetie can trust me, too. (Yeah, yeah, I know — I once cheated on someone, long ago. I’m not “that girl” anymore).

Still, do we ever fully trust another person the same way we believe we can trust ourselves — and the way we want them to trust us?

  • How much do you share with your partner, especially about time spent with the other sex?
  • What if it’s time spent with a former flame?

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Jul 12

She says romance, he says porn

Posted on Monday, July 12, 2010 in Happiness, Honesty, Men, Relationships, Sex/sexuality, Women

“What’s this?” I said, picking up a book from Sara’s dining table before we headed out for a gal’s night.

“What’s what?” she said from the other room, finishing putting on her “face.”

“This book on your table.”

“Oh, that’s Nora Roberts’ latest.”

Nora Roberts? Oh, please! Isn’t she one of those sappy romance writers?”

“Uh, someone gave it to me,” Sara said somewhat defensively, surfacing from the bathroom, “face” intact. “Why?”

“I’m just surprised to see such porn in your house, that’s all.”

“What are you talking about? It’s a romance novel, not porn.”

“Same thing, baby.”   

“It is not!”

Hmm, well, I guess it depends on what you
consider porn.

Porn isn’t just a bunch of naked people having a really good time with various body parts — especially certain wonderfully super-hard and extra-huge parts — and exchanging bodily fluids until everyone’s smiling and happy after all’s said and done — although that’s certainly the kind of porn I like.

But that porn’s not for everybody. A lot of women don’t like that kind of porn because the porn babes are beautiful and have massive boobs and tight perfect butts and luscious bods, and honestly, few
of us really look like that and never will look like
that.

And, many of us aren’t going to say “give it to me, there — hard,” and really mean it.

So we tend to worry that the man we love is going
to expect us to get all Jenna Jameson on him.

But, if we gals worry about men having totally unrealistic expectations about women based on porn stars, how come men aren’t freaking out about romance novels, the kinds Nora Roberts and hundreds of other female novelists write and that thousands of women read?

Don’t they give us the same unrealistic notions about love and romance? Are they any more reality-based than, say, a Jenna Jameson film? Is a romance novel addiction (I don’t know of any 12-steps program for that, but if you buy every new title that comes out of Harlequin, I’d say, yeah, you need rehab) any better than a porn addiction — if it means a woman’s going to look at her guy and get all pissed off that he isn’t reaching for her gently, even though his muscular arms are strong and tan, letting his arms caress the small of her back as he lifts her up to his full, moist lips, never letting his gaze leave hers …

Ahem, well, where was I?

Do we women dislike porn because we’re insecure about our sexuality and beauty, and jealous of others?

OK, maybe it’s because everywhere you look, from the mass media to the Internet, you’re more likely to see porn star-like babes as the norm than, say, Fabio, and the expectation from men that we’ll look and act like them, too — and, you know, we may not want to! I know a lot of men are into porn but the sales of romance novels is a pretty close second. And, amazingly enough, even though there are more college classes on porn than there are on bodice-rippers, Yale — Yale! — offered a course on romance novels this past spring, so I wouldn’t doubt that we’ll see more.

I’m not into romance novels. Not that I have anything against romance; I love romance, love being courted, love a long seduction. Nothing is sexier than having a man want me so much that he grabs me forcefully, rips off my clothing and desires nothing more than pleasuring me for the next few hours. In fact, where is he — I’d like to him to start now!

But, is it a double standard to be OK with the unrealistic expectations of the romance novel and not porn?

  • Guys, do you worry about romance novels the way women worry about porn?
  • Gals, if you read romance novels, do they help your relationship or make you dissatisfied?
Jun 7

Why men give better advice than women

Posted on Monday, June 7, 2010 in Advice, Honesty, masturbation, Men, Relationships, Self image, Sex/sexuality

“Which looks better with this?” I asked Sean, holding up two black shirts,  a sleeveless turtleneck and a V-neck.

“They both look good.”

“So, one doesn’t look better than the other with this skirt?”

“They’re both black, right?” he said, although I could have sworn I heard his voice tense up a bit.

I sighed, a little louder than I probably  should have.

“OK, OK, the turtleneck. Sheesh!”

“Thank you,” I said as I blew him a kiss.

And so on went the turtleneck, and off we went to a dinner party at Mia’s.

When we arrived, fashionably late, Sara sidled up next to me.

“I love that skirt: I’m so glad I talked you into buying it.”

“Me, too, but it would have been even nicer if you offered to pay for it, too,” I joked.

“You wish. But, what’s with the turtleneck? It isn’t working for me.”

“It’s working for Sean; he picked it out,” I sniffed.

“Kat, you know better than to ask a guy
what to wear.”     

She’s right, of course. Despite the fact that most uber-fashion designers are men, whenever I’ve followed a boyfriend’s fashion request in the past, I’ve typically ended up looking like some skanky Hooters waitress.

That may be OK in your 20s, but at my age?
Uh, not.

Men are good for a lot of things, but not everything. However, I often trust guys more than I trust a woman; we gals are so programmed to be “nice” that it’s often hard for us to look a girlfriend in the eyes and tell her the truth. And nice is sometimes a cover for some really not nice behavior — the bitchiness, jealousies and petty cruelties women can often resort to under the guise of being “nice.”

My girlfriends aren’t like that – they wouldn’t be my girlfriends if they were — but there are some things that I think men “get” more than women. So, when I need help, here’s what I go to them for:

  • Anything mechanical — I used to think it was genetic, those “blue” jobs, until I married Rob, whose idea of fixing things was to get out the Yellow Pages and let his fingers do the walking and check-writing. I’ve gotten quite handy as have some of my girlfriends, but when the dishwasher starts making a weird grinding noise, I know who I’m going to call.
  • Car maintenance — ditto.
  • Beer —  I like my vodka and I like my red wine, but on a hot summer day after a long hike, a cold beer is awfully nice. But since I have beer like two or three times a year, I don’t want to waste those calories on something that tastes crappy. There are too many varieties; I need help!
  • Sports — I play some sports  and I watch some sports, but I don’t know all the intricacies of the games, like ground rule triples (however, I do know how to make triffles and truffles, so perhaps it’s a toss up).
  • Money matters — until women stop drooling over things like $10,000 Birkin bags and $700 Louboutins, I’m going with what the guys say (unless his name is Madoff).
  • Me as a datable women — gals think like gals, so we can’t possibly see our flaws from a guy’s perspective. Guys will tell you straight up where you’re falling short. It may hurt, but it’s honest. If the goal is to be with a man, you gotta go to the source and ask, “Would you date me? Why or why not? And listen carefully.
  • Handjobs — best thing a gal can do is watch her guy masturbate (it’s a very lovely sight, BTW). If he’s not your BF yet, ask — I’m pretty sure they’ve got it down from all that, you know,  practice …
  • Blowjobs — Ideally, you’d be in a threesome with two hunks who are attending mostly to you, but who might want to have a little fun themselves. Not working for you? Ask; since they own the equipment, they know what feels good.
  • Gynecological stuff — I’ve always had males gynos, which may seem weird because you’d think women would know their own bodies better but many of us don’t (that’s why many women don’t enjoy sex). I figure any guy who’s become a gyno did so because, like most guys, he’s really, really interested in a woman’s body and he’s trying like hell to figure it out. Women? Not so much …
  • Boyfriends — I rarely ask a gal’s opinion on a guy I’m seeing because too many care about things that I don’t, like income and power, and let that influence whom they find attractive. Since guys understand guys, I going to trust them to tell me if a guy I’m interested in is the real deal or not.
  • Breakups — Same thing. The gals are mostly going to point out all his faults; I want to know where I messed up!
  • Sons — Sometimes The Kid absolutely confounds me; why does he do what he does? Since kids don’t come with operating instructions, I have to turn to guys to find out if I’m mommying a male member of the species properly. On the other hand, raising a boy has helped me understand men, like forget about asking them what they’re thinking about once puberty hits; sometimes it’s really nothing.
  • Career advice — the worst bosses I ever had — ever — were women (see above for bitchiness, jealousy and petty cruelty remark). Plus, most women don’t know how to negotiate raises and contracts — I sure don’t, and it’s cost me plenty. When it comes to being aggressive about work, I want a guy to tell me how to do it, unapologetically.

Still, there are some things I’m just never going to ask a guy and take his advice seriously, like:

  • Techie stuff — OK, they may know all about the iPad and latest Blu-ray whatever,  but too many guys love all the bells and whistles on this stuff so they can — well, I don’t know what they want to do with it! Probably watch porn. All I know is, I don’t want it, I most likely don’t need it and I’d rather not have to even think about it.
  • Directions — Uh, I think this one’s obvious!
  • Weight — Never, ever, ask a man about your weight. If you have to ask a guy if something makes you look fat, you either 1. have really bad body image issues and would better off going to get some pro help, or 2. are really fat. Either way, he’s going to break out into a sweat just having to think about it, let alone answer truthfully. I think most of us can figure it out without dragging the poor guys into it.
  • Fashion — duh, unless you’re going for the skanky Hooters look.

Everything else, I rely on my gals.

How about you? What do you trust women for when it comes to advice, and what do you trust guys for?

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