Eccentric Flower:199807/men forget that style counts
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two july ninety eight eleven a m men forget that style counts Dear Aussie read the non-hangover postcard and the VR politics postcard, put two and two together, and astutely concluded that I was suffering from "porn hangover," the inevitable result of a long, fruitless search for horizontal games. Don't mess with Aussie - she's sharp as a tack. Actually, I didn't stay up any later than usual and I did do a certain amount of successful flirting that night, but I feel sure that she has placed her finger right on the root cause. Aussie also adds Is that why men don't ask for directions? Seems pretty inefficient. I like asking strangers for small favors like the time, a light, or simple directions. I figger I'm doing them a favor, letting them rack up cheap karma and be Mister Know-it-all. The girl part of my brain agrees. It makes conversation, they get to be competent, and goodwill is had by all. It's also a nice way to flirt. The boy part of my brain really prefers to solve the puzzle of Getting There all by its lonesome - it's an adventure, see. To see this in action, try something like orienteering, where you basically get yourself lost in woods and try to navigate out again. This is a generalization, of course - road rallies are the same thing in cars, and the best and most competitive rallier I ever knew was female - but in general, boys take it as a competition, and try to get out of the woods as quickly and efficiently as they can, and girls take their time with it, stopping to have a look at the different kinds of flowers and feel the wind in their hair. That last is not a criticism; I like the girl method. I believe that finishing first is one thing, but men forget sometimes that style counts. Straight men. Gay men generally understand about style - in fact, at their worst, they become obssessed with it. © columbine |
