Women Needing Men

Nope. Women do not need men. They choose a man or men. As in the animal world, the ones who do the best dance or have the most colorful feathers are oft  chosen. Let us not be fooled by the moves or the feathers, however. Says a woman, I need a man of wealth. Men of wealth are wary men. The way they accumulate their wealth is to wield their powers and thus become rich. Of course some inherited it, but they are hardly men. They are usually tainted: ambitionless, spoiled and useless, unless they can prove themselves in the harsh world outside the walls of their golden domains.  The rich man will usually look upon his new lover or wife as another asset. She looks good on my arm, therefore, I will adorn her with trinkets to impress those who will further my riches. But playing the game of being an asset, is not an easy task ladies, no matter how many diamonds are encrusted in your diadem. You are a thing as a diadem, not a person. You smile, you perform, you assist in the world of assets. But perhaps you yearn to be a whole woman. Then there are those women who, not girted with an independent spirit, need protection. They want someone in white armour upon a white steed. A white horse, darling, is not the best choice in the horsey world and white armour rusts or soils in time. What you get on the white wedding day, may be much the same as  last year's car,  already showing tiny dents and scratches and in need of a touch up. And who wants an old car?  And then there are the good-looking males that some wish to capture. A word of caution. First, you have to rip them away from their full-length mirrors and reps at the gym, and while they appear pretty indeed, they are temporary, mirrors being made of glass and not steel, and muscles being  needful of hours of weights and lifts. Not to speak of hair stylists and tanning and daily joggings in the park. A sense of humor is a must, say other women. He must have a sense of humour. Honey, you may be the joke, in time, the butt of his sense of humour. In the end, you are the one who has to have the jumbo sense of humour when the show's over. He who laughs last is not you. So what is a girl to do? Does she speed date? Does she go on line? Does she hang out at the bar? We all have to live from day to day.  Daily life means all of the boring, trite, routine and dull matters to do with existence. There is rent or mortgage to pay, food to buy, house to clean, others to attend to, maybe some entertainment and routines that need attention and the job. That is what life is mostly all  about. Not the cute and romantic stuff, but just the ho and the hum. Eventually, we dreamers who think there is an ideal male out there, sift through the duds who come along with their tales of wealth and power, their macho cavalierisms and their charming jokes and you work through the morass and finally give it up. It's funny but somewhere out there is a guy just like you, looking for someone just like you, and not wanting to do all the fancy dancing required to achieve that goal. Just like you. You will  meet him somewhere, sometime. It just happens. So take heart, and go on and try and find some joy along the way. Take care of yourself. Be happy with yourself and be yourself.