Rookie Mistake

Having all daughters, I don’t get to pass on sage advice on how to be a man very often. I do have a bunch of nephews. All of their lives, I have mostly been Uncle Clown – the guy that comes in, stirs them up into a frenzy and leaves without any responsibility for the cleanup or calm down phases. I do get to thump them sometimes. Every young man needs a thumping from time to time.

My youngest local nephew is off to college soon. He’s a fine young man who is very devoted to a sweet girlfriend. If you analyze that sentence, you can find the potential problem. It isn’t in the devoted or girlfriend – it lies solely in the young man. We are a stupid breed. Recently I asked him who a young lady in a photograph was and he responded by saying, “the hot one,” with his girlfriend in range… a classic rookie mistake.

Being a visual gender, we tend to over-notice things, especially in the female realm. So I thought I would throw out a few pointers that just might help the young man keep his relationship from going south with his eyes.

1. She has eyes – two of them. In the early days of your relationship, they are mostly trained on you and she is very interested in where yours go. So if you are at the frozen yogurt store and a bikini model walks in, she sees her too. She saw you see her. You now have a choice. Do you want to satisfy that urge to look one more time and wear your desert or would you rather keep your head down and eat it?

2. A pithy comment once you’ve been caught won’t save you. Saying, “I don’t think that skirt would pass dress code at my school,” sounds really funny – but only points out that you’ve sized up what she is wearing along with the legs sticking out of it.

3. Any talk wondering about or complimenting a surgeon is as fake and plastic as what you are encountering. This is a minefield – walk in and there is no safe way out.

4. You aren’t an owl, look ahead when passing females and keep your head from rotating 180 degrees.

5. If you can’t control yourself, sunglasses are acceptable. But only outside, gentleman. Unless you are in the Secret Service, you can’t wear them inside the mall.

6. I think there is a verse in Proverbs that says, It is better to walk around wearing horse blinders than let your eyes wander when you are on a date. That might be a new, obscure translation, but the advice is sound.

I can't see nothing an I'm happy
I can’t see nothing & I’m happy

 

Most women are forgiving and understanding. If they weren’t, there would be no relationships and humanity would have died out long ago. Women understand we are stupid and can’t help ourselves. Heck, Victoria has built an empire out of our visual demands. What the young man often fails to understand is that it takes time to build up enough trust that one can say the stupidest thing ever and maintain his relationship. Twenty + years after I said it, I’m still married.

What was it?

 

To be continued…

 

Photo credit: Orso della campagna e Papera dello stagno

 

 

Save the Speakers!

My first car was a 1969 Orange Volkswagen Karmann Ghia.  It was wonderful!  Well, to a 16 year-old boy it was wonderful.  Truth is, the floorboard had so many holes rusted in it that I could see the road I was travelling on.  The heat was non-existent, the windows often came off track (and sometimes fell out), and I could hear a mocking laugh from the windshield wipers when I turned them on.  But I loved it.  I first saw it as I pedaled past a used car lot in my hometown in Kentucky.  Every town has that cheesy lot – with all the ropes of ugly plastic flags hanging from pole to pole and a small building housing a used-car salesman who looked and dresses exactly like Herb Tarlek from WKRP in Cincinnati.  When it came time to buy, my father took me to the lot to confront Herb with the admonition to let him do the talking.  Yeah, sure Dad, I’ll be quiet.  That guy saw me coming.  Maybe he’d seen me ride my back past him, lusting after the orange beauty.  Anyway, he wouldn’t budge off the asking price of $900, so my father staged the fake walk-out – a negotiating tactic he should have warned his naive son about.  Of course, being an idiot, my immediate response was to yell, “But I want that car!”  I don’t think I grabbed onto his leg and rode him while he stormed away, but I might as well have.  Guess what we paid for the car…$900.

Karmann Ghia

It lasted 9 months.  $100 per month, which was a lot of money to a kid in the mid-80’s.  I had just picked up my friend Will on a Friday night when it breathed its last.  Like its inconspicuous color, it died in grand style.  The engine threw a rod and caught on fire.  My response to the flames was to yell, “Save the speakers!!!!”  I had just bought them for a considerable sum and installed them myself.  So with the back of the car on fire and a crowd gathering, two 16 year-old morons dove into the miniscule back seat to rescue the speakers.  I honestly don’t know if we saved them, but I do remember trading the piece of junk in on a white Oldsmobile that my classmates dubbed “The Egg.”  Quite a step down from my orange glory.

I tell that story for one reason – my laptop died a few weeks ago and I wanted to offer a piece of advice to would-be writers like myself.  My advice is to buy several external hard drives and flash drives and save everything often OUTSIDE of your laptop. If you are savvier than me, use a cloud.  Save often.  Daily.  You never know when something you love is going to die.

I got everything off of it except for a couple of my most recent edits and ideas.  Of course, the lost files were literary genius, I’m sure – the most witty and superb crafting of verbiage ever formed in the English language.  Whatever they were, they were destined to be my breakthrough pieces.  And now they are lost.

I’m very happy with my shiny, new, green laptop, named Shrek by my kids.  A far better name than my second automobile.

Save, Save, Save…  Don’t trust one drive, save and oversave.  Save early and often.

Oh, and don’t go back into a burning car for speakers.  That’s a bad plan.