Who’s driving anyway?

Here’s what women, or at least I, understand about men: You’re probably thinking about sex with lil’ ole me sipping my vino across you. Your ego is more precious than your family jewels and instead of ‘jealous’, you’re simply territorial.
Basically, no matter how many Emilio Zegna suits you own and Biotherm products you slop on your handsome devil face — no matter how much art you patronize, you’re inherently, a fucking caveman.



Yet you still want your woman to be independent, have a job, birth babies, pay half the mortgage AND hit on you. Tsk tsk. Shame on you. Lest we forget, cook like Gordon Ramsay.

Sorry, who’s driving again?

You (males) should be. You know the saying “too many cooks spoil the soup”? It’s the same in a relationship — and please don’t make this complicated for me by going into the intricacies of timelines (i.e. “I’ll go Dutch initially until we’re going steady, maybe two weeks down the track.” You won’t last two screws with that attitude). The relationship starts the minute you meet her.

I know what you’re thinking. “Wow that really gives me alotta perspective about just how many failed romances I’ve got in my bag”. Its okay, it’s not too late to change.
I’ll get to ‘What men hate about women and why we act that way’, eventually. But I’ll give you a hint: it’s inversely related to how men think/behave.

I think it’s got a lot to do with gender roles being blurred in the 80s and women spitting on men for holding a fucking door open. Those bra burning Lesbos really mucked things up good with their feminism movement. I’m sure I don’t mean that in a career sense, but romantically, well, those lines should have been dealt with separately.

Maybe it’s just a case of redefining equality and gender roles. Or maybe it’s a matter of going with what we’re comfortable with as individuals (some women break out at the thought of a man picking up the cheque, others get wildly turned on) and doing away with gender roles altogether. Of course, assuming equality always, as sophisticated beings.

But at the end of the day, the male is ultimately in the driver’s seat. So if you’re date is awkward, uncomfortable and you can sense the chances of getting your willy stroked are slim to none, don’t bitch about the girl to your mates at the pub.

It’s you, not her.

Liz