I was listening to a podcast recently with two international relationship coaches and they discussed how in the West, as opposed to other parts of the world, the feminine is often seen as weak and everyone wants to compete to be the masculine. While the Feminist movement did have some positive results regarding getting women more access to opportunities, equal protection under the law, etc, ironically I think it negated the POWER of the feminine woman.
So, several years back, when I was dating this same woman I had mentioned in a previous post about there being a “third option” between the nice guy and the bad boy, her and I were driving to a barbecue out in Jersey one Memorial Day Weekend and, at a pit stop somewhere, wound up getting into a heated discussion.
As kids, when we saw kids playing in the playground or the schoolyard and for the reason of acceptance, companionship, human connection or because whatever they were doing just looked fun, we wanted to join them, so we would ask them, “Could I play?” and if they said “No,” we would run off crying because they won’t let us play with them.
I’ve been interested in the concept of “change,” as in improving conditions in one’s life or growing or evolving as a person since I was in my early 20s after my first relationship break up. However, I really didn’t really understand the process of change until really quite recently. Read more…
In my years of pursuing self improvement in order to become a better, stronger version of myself, I’ve always been fascinated with the stories others have told about the things they’ve done to change various aspects of their lives in terms of diet, fitness, spirituality, to mental, physical and emotional health. Read more…
Some years ago, I was on the phone with a good friend of mine who was dating this girl he was very much in love with. Through this, and a succession of other conversations before this one we had about this girl and the problems they had in their relationship, it became glaringly apparent that this girl had a ton of baggage. She had been in an abusive marriage before and been through some other childhood trauma, and this was indirectly reflected in the problems the two of them were having. Read more…
I remember a few years ago I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone, (may his soul rest in peace), and he was proclaiming to me how he was going to get his sh*t together and then find him a “dime piece,” which to him (and many people who use those words) meant a very attractive woman who had her sh*t together, i.e. had a relatively high paying white collar job, intelligent, had her own place, and classy. Read more…
I remember several years ago, I was having a three-way phone conversation with a friend of mine and a woman he had started dating. Both of us had known her for a very long time and in this conversation, she was catching me up on the going-ons of her life over the past several years I hadn’t seen nor heard from or about her. Read more…
