The Weather Girls: It's Raining Men!

Oh my god, let me take a moment to catch my breath here, haven’t laughed so hard in weeks!

Whew! The mind (not to mention the eyes) reel.

Double whew!

Ahem, alrighty now, time for the post.

Now, looking back on my Torchwood Jack & Jack entry it got me thinking--hey, don’t even go there! (Ooo, yum, he-he! ) Ahem.  No, I started wondering what it is, certain things which have men become attractive to us? Not talking butts, pects, booty an’ goods shakin’ or anything, I mean the Ooo don’tcha just want to take that one home and keep locked away?

Vast subject, I know, yet narrowing it way, way down here, I am going to talk about the Suffering Hero types. You know, the dark scruffies like Wolverine, etc, guys in pain.

The deep, soul gutted agony which will never end, no solving that type of baby ever. (Though I never had a thing for any of the Batmans, sorry. Michael Morbius the Living Vampire now...ooo yum! Now that dude is in pain!)

So tell me, what is it about them that gets the proverbial heart (etcetera) pounding? Is it the need to solace (which, lets face it, you never will) or is it something else, like a sense of clinging?

Last bit might sound jaded, sorry, just writing a stream off the cuff here. I’ve no idea where this is going either, but hell, it’s a free read, so no bitching.

Whatever it is, it most certainly exists or else it would not be such a prevalent theme in most media, from books to television to movies.

Now then, quite frankly, I think this is really messed up. Oh, not the advertising of a product, getting you to buy a book or watch a show, but the base-line gut reason for it, that thing inside of us.

I think it is a big fantasy trip myself. Possibility of reaching out and contacting another human being (or other) on such a deep, simple and uncluttered level. The Emotional part of us, the aspect that has no truck with the mind or complex things, because face it, this world and all its BS really sucks.

It is like having a pet, really. Those with dogs or cats will understand. (Subject for another time, how many folks hold such as more important that the other humans in their lives. I mean, anyone else here know about that couple who suicided because their old dog passed away?  Man, that was stupid! Newsflash: most animals do not live as long as us. Some a lot longer, sure, but not your fun, share-life together and cuddle buddies. Parrots maybe, but you try driving around with your Galapagos tortoise sometime. Don’t think that would do much for me.)

Now, back to the other, and that is that fantasy is fine, yet if you are using it for your yard stick in real life just plain forget it. No one really wants a guy, or gal like that...so why this near instinctual, gut-level-based attraction?

Distraction from your own pain perhaps? Would it somehow give you a sense of worth, taking on a load like that?

Thinks of all these teens with their posters and boxes of pictures, the notebooks with goofy heart doodles and crap.

Extremely embarrassing confession: I had a thing for Remington Steele back in the day. ( Ouch. Oh, the shame of it all! Yet I never once did the doodle-heart trip, some ego salving mitigation at least.)

Still, it was the only real hansom dude I can remember ever having a crush on. Always had a thing for the ones with character, the Not Perfects, know what I mean? Example: Bob Dylan was cute. A freaky little dude, yeah, still, cute. No crush though. Ha!

Huh, wonder where I am going with this? Better stop. ROFL

Laughter here more than once, because I’ve gone to Emile, “Ooo, look at that one!” and he just turns to stare at me. “Him?”

Yep, him.

Shakes head and goes back to life, understanding lacking.

So in the end, screw that other type of guy. (Literally if you want, nothing wrong with having a bit of fun.) Then get over it.

No, not saying there are any perfect guys (partners) out there, then again, look at ourselves, right? All just human here. An that’s probably what it is really all about, fact that we are here to help one another through this crazy world of crap we have dubbed Life.

Not just one side helping, but both, the other doing the same back for you. If you don’t have that then cut the chaff and wave ‘bye-bye’ because it will never lead to anything good.

Could that be it then, the thinking that “Hey, I am the one who can help this person out, and then in return, they will help me.”

Yeah, would be nice, wouldn’t it? Sorry, folks, don’t place your money there.

And with that, I’ve lost my steam. Time to get back to work, so for now I’ll say “An that’s all she wrote.” and catch you again soon.

Toodles,

Melissa

WHAT A CLASSIC VIDEO CLIP!...I laughted till I peed, I swear...Ahhhhh.. I long for the days where sex was safe and sky-diving was dangerous...Thanks...this was a grrrreat way to start my week! Shawno

LOL Shawno, I am glad you enjoyed it!
Cheers!
Melissa (a.k.a. The Wild Vivianight LOL!)