The Flatiron Syndrome

I am livid. Pissed the fuck off. Frustrated.

And I am not interested in being soothed or calmed down.

I have recently had an important revelation:

Most of the males I have met are fucking shallow two-faced assholes.

Especially the ones who talk the talk otherwise.

They are the absolute fucking worst.

During the last year, I have been single. I have not been “on the market” for a mate, instead, I have been enjoying the single life. It has been full of meeting new people and flirting with guys. I adore my newish apartment and living solo. My neighborhood is a wonderful place to live and work.

New friends have come into my life, and overall- it has been a blast.

So why the kvetching?

I am surprised that at 38 fucking years old, I still find the men I meet to be the exact same as they were at 23. And I refused to date men when I was 23 because I found my male peers to be insipid idiots. I found female peers to be much more honest and sexy. [Duh,We ARE!]

I am just as angsty today about my male peers, perhaps more so than when I was younger, since for some fucking crazed reason, I expected guys to grow up.

Does this ever happen?

I shall paint you a picture.

I have been going to cafe's, parties and local haunts and having such brilliant interactions with attractive, funny, seemingly-smart men. Some have shown interest in me, exchanging contact info with me after what came across as meaningful intellectual conversations richly steeped in deep subject matter. In intimate settings, or with a small group [see: comfort zone] these guys were throwing the signals out.

Perhaps I misread them.

But after seeing them out and about, they ignore me somewhat or act completely different than when we conversed last. Especially if there is a female with them. Even my guy friends whom I believed were more sensitive and evolved have proved to be corny fucking stereotypes.

Here is what I have seen:

ALL of them like the same type of women- petite, demure, vacuous “pretty” little mice, mostly with flatironed hair. These women act coy and play silly, predictable games with men. 

I have no time for that shit.

Sweet Brown ain't got time fo that...

Will someone please give me a break?!?!?

Although these men enjoyed chatting with me and spending time interacting personally, they have absolutely no interest in me otherwise. Like 23 year old dudes, they still want the same type of girl- just a little girl. Are there any men out there who want a real woman?

Having always been dynamic and independent, I have been interesting to be around. This is fact- I am not being an asshat and bragging. I have confidence in my social and intellectual skills. I am keenly aware of my sexuality and bravado. I enjoy humorous exchanges and entertaining those around me.

Is that a crime?

I am versed in interests which have been labeled “masculine” by some. I own and operate power tools. I can weld metal and wield torches. I can fix a flat, change oil and filters and have a sophomoric sensibility about car problems [having owned lots of shitty cars will do that.] I can fix a toilet, re-wire electronics and do many minor home repairs. I do not mind manual labor or getting dirty doing so.

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I am also versed in interests which have been labeled “feminine” by some. I adore cooking and sewing. I excel at decorating and gardening. My primary mode of getting clean is via bubble bath. I have long, full, curly hair and wear more dresses and skirts than pants. I am quite nurturing and sensitive.

Balanced masculine and feminine sides is the only option

In every relationship I have had, be it with a man or a woman, I was the stronger one- both physically and emotionally. Even though the males were bigger than I, they would complain about their bodies hurting after doing far less physically than I do on a daily basis. Oh sure, they could lift a few pounds more than I could, but they would bitch the entire time. What the fuck? Man up dudes!

Does a man exist who is attracted both intellectually and physically to a talented, strong independent woman like I am? Is this merely a myth? I am not buying the cop-out excuse that I am too strong. That is utter bullshit. It took me a long time to appreciate myself inside and out, and I am not about to go backwards now- or ever!

I do not primp or wear heels to feel like a sexy Goddess. I look everyone straight in the eyes when they speak. I need no rescuing or saving of any sort. I enjoy my own company and alone time immensely. I am not afraid to be single- but would greatly enjoy a partner to share the preciousness of life with and have a regular, healthy sex life.   

I am not looking for a knight in shining armor. For the most part, I was that person in my past. I am done with that charade. I want to meet my equal. I prefer to next have a male lover/partner, for a variety of reasons which I need not discuss at this time. He must love my curves and boldness, be attracted to me inside and out-

But he has to be more man than I am.

My Mr. Yes list:

{In no particular order}

~ Is available and naturally faithful.

~ Keen sense of humor and socially adept.

~ Has balanced masculine and feminine sides.

~ Is creative & passionate about making art/music/writing etc.

~ Is open-minded, spontaneous and fearless.

~ Sexy as fuck and has great chemistry with me.

~ Bigger and physically stronger than I am.

~ Respects and loves his mother/sisters [and therefor, women.]

~ Enjoys being in nature and likes camping.

~ Is affectionate and tender, thoughtful and caring.

~ Has an adventurous appetite for sex that matches mine.

~ Is employed and working on future career goals.

~ Has a strong shared spiritual belief system and actively expresses it.

~ Knows how to fix things/build stuff.
~ Is an intellectual match for me & inspires me to grow smarter.

~ Enjoys cooking [I desire a vegetarian/vegan man- for once.]

~ Loves animals- maybe he has a cat, too

After talking with other women, some single, some married, I do not know where to even begin. Many think I am asking too much. I am not. Some think that I need to open the parameters of the type of guy I want, be open to a less-artistic type. But only an artist understands the philosophical mind workings and moods of an artist. I want a mate I can work with on projects together, even if only small ones. I do not ever wish to be reliant on a mate for validation of my creativity and worth, I have that within already. Nor do I wish to have to explain why I am doing what I do creatively.

Am I crazy? Am I deluding myself?

Does he exist?

... Any thoughts?

patrio-blob

to honor what we usa-ites call independence day- i wanted to share with you my own thoughts little brain farts @ this day. 

i will do so using the talents and creative geniuses of others though. 

recycling, if you will. 

what can i say, i go green whenever i can!

simply put: "team america: world police" is amazing amazing stuff- the entire thing, start to end. 

if you haven't seen it, you must have been living under a rock or in north korea with the cutest dictator ever... so, i suggest that you go now and rent it buy it. 

america, fuck yeah!

aaawwwwwww. isn't he fucking adorable?

here's a great quote from the film "dazed and confused" from teacher Ms. Ginny Stroud: Okay guys, one more thing, this summer when you're being inundated with all this American bicentennial Fourth Of July brouhaha, don't forget what you're celebrating, and that's the fact that a bunch of slave-owning, aristocratic, white males didn't want to pay their taxes. 

i think many usa-ites are dazed and confused. i know that i can be.

we all have *"american" heroes, and some are super.

you're a wonder, wonder woman! 

and i know that the romanticism of our national anthem with it's fucking rockets red glare, and bombs bursting in air, combined with people's love to explode shit gives cred to this shit:

ooohhhh and ahhhh, etc.

but it smells like shit, is awful for the environment, 

and truth be told... gives me vietnam flashbacks.

so, i can only deal with them in small doses.

yeah yeah yeah, i know it's pretty.

shut up.

nothing is more american than apple pie, or so i hear. 

but for the love of god- eat it plain or with vanilla ice cream only! 

who puts cheese on their pie?

lunatics, that's who!

and it has to be made 100 % by scratch, or it's not worth eating.

i make the best apple pie on the planet. fact. 

*america is a continent, not a country. i think the fact that "we" call our country america makes "us" look stupid. couldn't the forefathers have come up with something better?

that and some a-hole who named his son JEB. fucking really... jeb? 

gawd bless amurikah.

 happy fourth, bitches!