The Lonely Man

There's a certain type of guy while in his younger years was Mr. Stud and broke many hearts.  Sure, he's been with several women over the years and perhaps married a couple of them.  Even while married his wandering eye got him into trouble.  

This was Mr. Macho at the gym and he would strut around like he owned the place.  For long, complicated reasons my family and I befriended this man (no, I did not have anything to do with him romantically) as he did know a lot about certain subjects I was also interested in.  His love life was no business of mine, but he would mention during our conversations certain women he was currently dating.  It did not take long to figure out a pattern that none of his relationships ever really lasted.  

Time catches up with us all and looks, along with strength, eventually fade.  We all get older.  It's a simple fact of life.  Mr. Macho had to retire and the gaggles of women who used to admire his looks went away, which was a complete blow to his ego.  

I bump into Mr. Macho from time to time around town.  He is personable and friendly, but I can see why his relationships don't last.  He's pretty easy to spot.  He's always sitting alone with wine (or beer) and a book.  It's OK to say hello to him despite his desperation for female company.  

There's a reason he's alone.  

p.s. My California bestie, M, also knows Mr. Macho.  She bumped into him very recently while she was out listening to music.  She had the same impression as I with the reasons he's never in a relationship for long.  

I love M.  She is so funny and to the point.  Here are M's words, "OMG, these guys.  When will they ever learn?  They love to fool around and treat their wives/girlfriends like they are disposable with their insatiable sexual quests.  We do so much for them and then they turn around and trade us in for a newer model like we are a car.  We clean up after them, cook for them, organize their lives, have their babies, plus wash the shit out of their underwear and suck their dicks.  How are we thanked?  They leave us for somebody else because THEY drained the life force out of us.  Then one day their dicks break and they are looking for real love and companionship.  Too late, assholes.  Have fun dying alone.  You reap what you sow."

I laughed so hard at the truth of it all.