I’m by no means an alpha male. I cook, I bake, I iron, I do home stuff. I even buy my wife’s clothes, because she hates doing it and I enjoy it. But I do it in a masculine way. I know her sizes, I go in, find clothes that I think will look good, and I buy them. 15 minutes, tops. So I guess I’m somewhere between beta and gamma male.
I can also string words together in a pleasing manner, often evoking a positive emotional reaction in women.
In so many instances, especially since I became a father, I’ve become what I think of as a “spare”. Single women, usually ones I’ve worked closely with, will get close but not too close. Because they know I’m not just happily married, but I’m just so into my wife and boys. So I’m safe, good company, and an insightful source of advice about guys. I’m basically their gay friend who’s straight. And the contact always - ALWAYS - dries up as soon as they land a dude.
For all of the above reasons, I’ve received positive responses from women over the years. You know the kind...my wife says “Yes, my husband bought this dress for me,” and the other woman looks at me in surprise and then casts a loaded glance at her own man.
What I think many women fail to understand at that point is that all I’m doing is all that any man can do: I’m using the tools I have. I don’t earn much. I only work 3 days a week at my day job, and it’s closer to grunt work than Managing Director. I can’t buy my girl expensive jewellery, I can’t take her overseas, I can’t afford a maid. I have sensitivity, vocabulary and time. So I use the tools I have.
So maybe Mr. Bloggs doesn’t buy Mrs. Bloggs any clothes. Maybe he just tosses her his platinum credit card and says “go wild...in Milan”. Those are his tools: money and style.
We all know that women and men express love, devotion and loyalty in different ways. This blog is just a way of giving a thumbs-up to my brothers. Because not all men express themselves the same way. Girls, think about what your man does for you and, if you have them, your kids. Maybe he can’t compose you a sonnet. Because he’s putting the finishing touches on my writing desk.
Please tell him “thanks” for me. And give him a kiss. That’s from you.