Well, balls, and parts closely associated with them….
Ok, so the segue is a stretch…
So what’s the point? There is a point, honest.
The point is, we each see things from our own eyes, thinking that our partner sees us, as we see ourselves. I don’t think that’s true, at least for the majority of people. We each see the other differently than that person ‘sees’ him/her self.
Ladies, when you look at the man in your life do you ‘see’ the weight he’s gained, or the hair he’s lost (or sprouted)? Do you see instead the man you fell in love with, love and want to make love to? Do you see that man you’re happy to see come home from work each evening, to share dinners, movies and life’s ups and downs with… or the ‘changes’?
I don’t believe the majority of men (or women), are so shallow as to actually ‘see’ the imperfections in their partner, I know I don’t. I see the same woman I fell in love with. I see the woman who makes me smile every time she steps outside to meet me when I get home. I feel the same arousal, urges, I always have, every time I see a glimpse of her undressing, undressed or just walking back from the end of the driveway in her ‘yard work’ clothes. I may not be able to act on them the way I could have when I was 20, but they’re still there all the same (and I still want to act on them!).
It reminds me of a little poem that used to hang on my youngest brothers bedroom wall, it was entitled ‘Why Worry” and was listed as author unknown. It went, as I recall something like this:
In this life there are only two things to worry about.
Either you will be rich or poor.
If you are rich, there is nothing to worry about.
But if you are poor, there are only two things to worry about.
Either you will be healthy or sick.
If you are healthy, there is nothing to worry about.
But if you are sick, there are two things to worry about.
Either you will live or you will die.
If you live, there is nothing to worry about.
If you die there are only two things to worry about.
If you go to heaven, there will be nothing to worry about.
If you go to hell, you'll be so darn busy shaking hands with all your friends,
you won't have time to worry!
So that’s my point, why worry. Instead, enjoy each other. If your partner’s not complaining about the things you’re worrying about, you’re worrying without ‘cause’. Why not worry about more important things… like finding more ‘alone’ time together, a way to ‘get-a-way’ for a weekend every once in a while… to do the things you enjoy doing, together… to forget the bills, the leaky faucet, the peeling paint, the lawn needs mowing… all of that… and spend some time together, like you used to…. Life is far to short to spend it worrying!!
As always, thanks for reading. Your comments are appreciated!