From The Male Room: One Man’s Confession

From The Male Room

One Man’s Confession

by V. Carson

Like most single brothers out here, I’m on a mission to live my best life. This includes a fine home, an awesome ride, good income, peace of mind, and the woman of my dreams on my right arm.

However, like many guys, I often run into trouble because, in the romance department, it’s been a severe challenge trying to find all that I want in one woman.  Therefore, I tend to jump around a bit, bore easily, and make commitments I find hard to keep.

Case In Point:  I met Stella* at a party and I was immediately attracted to her.  At the time I met her, I was already dating Barbara* and Wendy.*   Stella and I hit it off well.  I liked her sense of humor and the way she handled herself.  At the time I met her, though I was dating other people, I was not emotionally attached to anyone.  Therefore, over dinner, when she inquired as to the presence of other women in my life, I was honest and explained that I dated, but I wasn’t involved with anyone seriously.  Based on her response, my answer seemed to be music to her ears.  She said one word.  “Good! And I experienced an ominous feeling that things were about to get wild and they did.

The next day, she called and invited me to go with her to a game to watch our local basketball team from a box seat at the stadium.  I already had a date with Barbara that night to see a play, and I explained that I already had plans.  However, Stella wouldn’t take no for an answer.  Therefore, because of my lack of interest in seeing the play and the excitement of doing something I’d never done before, I gave in.   So, I called Barbara and lied.  I pretended I had to work late on a fictitious project and promised to make it up to her at a later date.

I did this because I knew Barbara liked me enough to forgive me for breaking the date.  I  didn’t like what I did, but I rationalized that I was single and on a perpetual “fishing trip” until I caught the “prize fish” and ended up at the altar.  For three straight weeks, Stella surprised me often and I was enchanted with her unpredictability, while I worked to fit Barbara in where I could.   Meanwhile, Wendy, who was the least exciting of the two, was left on standby for a “massive work project” that was taking up all my time.

But it all ended when at the end of the third week, Stella offered me cocaine while we were watching movies one night at her house, and the excitement faded instantly on the spot.  I don’t do drugs and I don’t fool with women who do.  I left abruptly and I never called her again.  When I got home that night, I remembered Barbara was out of town, so out of boredom, I called Wendy and she accused me of being a fickle, insensitive jerk, and hung up.  My ego was smashed into bits until I realized the validity of her statement.

 I decided to become more serious about a woman’s feelings and less of a game player.  I knew I needed to define what I was looking for in a woman and stop jumping around like a jackrabbit.  I decided I would stop playing games with women until I could find everything I wanted in one soul. Therefore, I will continue to “fish,” but I won’t bring anything home until I catch the real thing

*Fictitious names.