It’s Raining Alien Men

You may not have noticed but I like science fiction. I think about alien life. What they might be like, physically, mentally and culturally. There are endless options, more than we can know with our small database from our own experiences on this one planet. One fun thing is to imagine alien men. It’s fun.

Put some time into designing your own alien male. He can be anything, any look, any behaviour, anything at all that you can imagine or have ever desired. It’s kind of like reinventing men, but better. They don’t even have to be green, though you could find them easier that way.

How to Fire Elastics from your Fingers

There are things boys just seem to need to know. They seem kind of silly, they make women wonder why boys/ men have some kind of death wish and they make us remember, yet again, that there are some very real differences between men and women.

Today my nephew borrowed my computer to look up how to shoot elastic bands like a gun with your hands. Why did he need to know this? His Uncle (my brother) came to visit and Zack had taken the elastics from the rolled up newspapers and now wanted to fire them off at his Uncle. I sent them outside, both fully loaded, into an area where I would not have to be picking up (and tracking down) elastic bands when they get tired of goofing around. Most likely that will be when Zack remembers he is hungry, again.

I kind of like these little things boys do, even as I cringe at some of them. Putting lighter fluid into the handle bars of a bicycle to light it and have flame shoot out. Having another boy hold him up by his hair until his entire butt was out of the seat and his whole weight was being supported by the hair on his head alone.

I grew up with a brother, I have a nephew and I’ve heard about brothers and others from women I know. Sometimes the men themselves will brag about stupid seeming things they have done. Proud of their achievements.

What are some you have heard of (or tried yourself)?

I Think We’re Alone Now

You see a woman eating alone in a busy restaurant. What does she look like, how is she dressed? Picture her in your mind. Is she older, middle aged or a young woman? What is her story? Did someone stand her up? Is she a quiet person who prefers to be alone? Is she just having a quick bite before she goes home to a house full of family? How do you see her and what expectations do you get from seeing a woman alone in a restaurant?

What changes if the person is a man? Do you get a different feeling, different assumptions and different expectations about a man eating alone?

Do either of them bring something to read? What are they reading, does the man read a newspaper while the woman tends to read a novel?

It is interesting how we perceive people. I like to compare men to women too, cause we always see each one differently even when they are doing the same thing.

Communicating or Broadcasting?

Women like to communicate. Men like to broadcast.  –  Red Green

This is so true. I’ve noticed how men seen to need to make some kind of noise with everything they do. On another level someone who broadcasts is putting all their noise/ communication outwards. There is a lack of two way communication in just broadcasting. Meanwhile communication is two way but needs more time invested in it. Do women communicate but not end up having said all they wanted to?

Fix That Bad Boy

I think it’s odd how much comment spam I get about drugs for sexual dysfunction. Yes, I’m divorced and not dating but that doesn’t mean I’m like a cat in heat or a dried up spinster. I’m just fine, thanks for asking.

Actually, sometimes I’m kind of evil. I like daydreaming about men as sexual submissives, the situations they get into which bring them low. Today I was thinking of a group of women who bet each other their boyfriends will cheat, if given the opportunity. One woman stands up for her man. Of course, she loses that bet. Not because I think so little of men but because it makes a much more interesting story if the boyfriend isn’t an angel.

He gets picked up and taken back to “her place”. Once there the woman ties him to the bed frame and then, when he is stuck, she lets him know about the wicked plot. Also, just for fun… your girlfriend is coming over and is she ever peeved with you!

Can you see it in your mind? The scene, the set up and the consequences the boyfriend may suffer? Could you write it? Or would that be just too sinfully delicious?

No Girl Needs a Husband Seven Days a Week

At the back of a book I finished reading last night, there is an ad for several other books. One, by Nina Foxx, was titled “No Girl Needs a Husband Seven Days a Week”.

Write out a list with each day of the week. If you don’t have a man in your life create one, even if you do you might like to create one just for fun (or use the one you’re with). Plan out a week of things you need a man around for. (If your’re a man, plan for a wife and this does not include sex and laundry and cooking).

Think about what men and women really need each other for. Things you can’t hire someone to do for you.

A Tight Glove

Don’t confound a tight glove with a well fitting glove. – From 17 Don’t s for Men, 1890’s. See the full list on Kitschy Kitschy Coo.

There is a small margin between a glove that fits well and one that is too tight. If you squeeze your hand in a fist you should quickly know whether or not your glove is too tight. In writing, you need to read your words out loud to hear if they fit well or are too tight or too loose.

Jonathan Swift

  • And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid…
  • Proper words in proper places, make the true definition of a style.
  • Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.
  • The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable; for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.
  • Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of.
  • May you live all the days of your life. – Jonathan Swift

All quotes from Jonathan Swift. My favourite is the last one. You can also read his satire, A Modest Proposal.

Why Do Men Make Themselves Undesirable?

Conversation was interesting. He talked on and on which was good in this case. But he hardly looked at me. Kept looking out the window away from me. It was strange. I always look people in the eye when I talk to them. A few times he asked what I thought about him/ where I wanted to go from there with him. He’s the same guy who sent me two digital photos of his cock and then apologized. So he is looking for a commitment for sex but trying to pretend he has more to offer. Meanwhile he didn’t bring me so much as a flower or offer to buy me a second coffee or say anything complimentary about me. Couldn’t even look at me during the conversation. There was nothing about him or his actions that made me want to jump into bed with him.

These are my real comments about a date I went on last night. This was a man I had tried to meet 3 times before this but each time something happened. Once he was late and I had already left. The other times he did not show up but had valid reasons. Anyway, last night he was there. Said he was nervous and talked almost non-stop. But I was glad for that as I didn’t feel any romantic interest right from the start and it was easy to sit back and listen rather than try to fill in empty spaces.

No romance. He didn’t even look at me when he talked, just short glimpses to test if I was still there I guess. I think the one thing that shows the character of the date was when he (fiddling with his own glasses) turned to look at my face for a moment and asked me if I wear glasses. They were on my face, not hidden by hair, and I had been wearing them the whole time as mine are not reading glasses.

As a date it was not a disaster. A disaster would have been something aggressive I think. Or something where I left with coffee or something spilled all over me. As a date it was sad, a sad excuse for romance or passion or even mild human interest. Each of the men I have tried to meet through dating have been the same kind of story. They don’t really put any effort into the whole thing but like a spoiled little boy they still think they have every reason to expect a treat at the end. As if treats are just handed out automatically to every spoiled boy who actually shows up.

Being that I am the treat I don’t see any reason to give myself away to spoiled boys who can’t offer at least a little romance, show a little real interest and see me as a person rather than a tool or a candy treat. I think every single woman in this day and age has a story or nine about the same kind of behaviour. So lets write them down and post them to your blog of choice. Women tend to not say too much when they really feel let down by other people. Maybe that is why men think their behaviour is perfectly acceptable and can’t be bothered to even try to make themselves seem desirable any more. Write about it and post your link here so we can share stories back and forth.

Good luck on any and all future dating endeavours.