According to a male friend of mine, loving a man is just like loving a dog…I think I might be able to do it.
In a recent discussion with a male friend I was given the secret to loving a man. My friend avowed that loving a man is just like loving a dog. It’s all so simple.
A dog, a most straightforward and down-to-earth kind of creature (as any dog lover will tell you) asks so little, and seems to be actually content getting it. A scrap from the kitchen table. An occasional pat on the head. Not even throwing a stick to go fetch is mandatory. A dog wants food, a couple of walks, a floor to curl up on, a belly scratch from time to time and to be left alone so he can lick his private parts in peace. And the good ones will even let you be the boss, if you need to.
Years of complex, unclear and unanswerable data about men in the files of my brain become immediately irrelevant. What’s he want? What’s going on in that brain of his? What does he really mean by that? What’s his agenda? Delete. Delete. Delete.
Okay. I know how to love a dog. I can do that. It’s not complicated; it’s not taxing. There are no convoluted concealed mysteries to unearth. No torturous trials to surmount. It’s so easy. So much fun. Just being. Hell, I could love a man.
Sixties Chick 
September 26, 2008 at 7:28 pm |
As long as we don’t have to walk them, and clean up their poop, I could go for that! Renee