pdworkin asked: “Do women do extraneous things to themselves in the mistaken belief that they must, in order to be attractive to men? How much do we notice, guys? Has eyelash length, or fingernail perfection ever been a deal-breaker for you?”
I remember a silly conversation with my ______. She had this marvelous way of testing me on other women—endlessly curious about what I might think was attractive. We were living in Lucerne at the time, and she had gone out to the store to get milk, “only milk.” When she returned, _____ had purchased brand of diet cereal. She came in the door and made sure to make enough noise to get me to come out to the kitchen, where, in a very obvious way, she placed the box in a place and manner that made it clear that she wanted me to see the image of the woman on the front. She then pivoted, did the hair flip-hand-on-hip-motion that always indicated her impatience with my lack of immediate reaction. At these times I always knew the “game” was on. If I resisted comment or made an effort to seem oblivious, I could bring out the cutest wrinkle in her forehead. The sort of wrinkle that indicated that her thoughts were ready to bust out in a passionate way. I must admit that I found this game completely endearing, even though it was difficult for the first ten minutes.
After ten minutes of silence she would always break down and I would admit to knowing what she was after. The best medicine was to take her, by the hand, in front of the Cheval. I would look at her indirectly in the mirror, and pretend to be another man looking on…sometimes using a German or Italian or silly American (southern or perhaps New Yawker) accent…run my hands through her chestnut hair until her blue eyes teared up. After hugging her I would ask as simple question, like the one I did on that day: “_____. The people who designed that cereal box. Did they create that image for me or for you?”
Of course, she had to admit that the image wasn’t meant for guys at all. Then I would make her laugh out loud. I would paint a picture that settled the image question once and for all, by asking, “How many guys would buy that diet cereal if it had a handsome man in tight jeans, caressing his ass?” ______ would laugh until her sides hurt.
Every real man out there who has the love of his life doesn’t give a damn about “eyelash length and fingernail perfection.” Yes, women often have the mistaken belief that certain things are more important than they actually are.
Any guy who demands more physical perfection of the woman that he supposedly loves than he requires of himself really has no idea how fortunate he is. Any man who has loved and lost knows better.
I’m sorry to go on and on, but I lost one and only love of my life to cancer 20 years ago…and I still miss her. I’d be willing to go through this “game”, as much of a pain as it was sometimes, every day to have her back.