I love men

don't tell, but I love men.






Growing up I was always the girl who got along better with the guys then the girls. I would flirt, they would flirt. We would talk .. well I would talk and they would listen. We'd drink and smoke (back in the day) and it was great.

I had only a few female friends back in high school. I was not a cheerleader, or in sports or band, or anything that the other the normal girls did. I loved heavy metal and I loved to party and it seemed mostly that was a guy thing back then. Screaming guitar was not very feminine-- oh well, neither was I! I have always been a strong woman. That would scare people-- but not most of the guys I would hang with.

Sure, back in the day, and sometimes today, guys only wanted one thing. But girls want things too. Just not always the same thing. Knowing that in life can lead to balance and great friendships. (sounds like a whole 'nother blog entry)

Today guys still make me smile. I and don't mean the "who's playing on ESPN" guy. Guys in general are less gossipy then woman, and when they do have gossip it is much more matter of fact sounding --- which makes it more fun.

I don't have as much guy time as I use to now that I am married. I still have my male friends but we all have our families and when we get together the language is toned down to accommodate the sensitive ears of our children and spouses.

This weekend however, I was delight to have a few of the men in my life give me a call.

Uncle Jim is my mom's brother. He was also my first crush! Uncle Jim is the most brilliant man I have ever met, although a bit somewhat tortured by his life experiences of a first generation Ukrainian American and a war veteran. Jim called me to see how my son was doing. This just warmed my heart. My own sister doesn't call to check on the boy, but my uncle wanted an update and it was great to hear his voice. I've always wanted to be just like Jim, minus the bad stuff-----

Then, my friend from high school Baby Huey called to check on the boy too. He wanted to remind me that he was here for us and if we needed any muscle when it came to a lawsuit or anything with my son, we should let him know and make a few calls. He always did have "those" kind of connections.

After that I received a call from the man who has been like a brother to me since I was 16 years old. Jack was the one everyone thought I should marry and I was the one everyone thought Jack should merry ---ewwww NOT!

Jack 15 year ago, after I gave birth to my son, Jack was the only friend to come see me in the hospital, when his daughter was baptised, I few out to Boston to be there for his family. We are like that with each other. I know if I couldn't take it any more I could pack a bag and head to Boston and the door at Jack's would be open, no question, no judgments --- at least not the first two days!

Jack called to inform me of a satirical conversation at the dinner table. During this banter with his family his daughter blurted out --- "Well fine, I'm just going to move to the Midwest and merry Mouse's son! " I love Jack!

I should mention that both of the above mentioned men have saints for wives. Their wives are wonderful woman who are secure and understand that I am a friend to their respective husbands --- that too makes things wonderful!

My husband is a delightful combination of all the men that I love --- he is brilliant, comical, loving and sincere. He puts up with me on a dally basis -- and most of the time I don't want to kill him.

To spite how much I love my husband, I do miss the other men. After all, when things are ruff at home -- those are the guys who give me my there there, bring me back to reality and then tell me the truth.

Men, you are all dogs--- but who doest love dogs?