More on: Dating In Our 40's Like We Were Still In Our 20's

A buddy of mine and I were recently talking about the difficulty of raising daughters. Disclaimer-Back in the ‘before-time,’ he and I both behaved badly in some relationships. We both had little black books, with large numbers of entries, and consciences with short memories. At some point both of us were *itch-slapped by different ladies that showed us what it was like to be on the receiving end of being played. We eventually got gospel.


So this message is for all daughters, sisters, aunts and mothers, from 16 to 76.

Never Be Rule # 6: The way some men think about women, is similar to how we think about food. Scene 3, take 2; a nice restaurant in Any town, USA. A gentleman is with his date, and he his looking the menu over. He turns to the dinner section, as he requires a meal of substance. He peruses the seafood, the beef and lamb, pasta, lasagna and main dish salads.

Scene 4: The gentleman wants his meal to last, so he orders the meat or fish as his main course, then moves on to consider side dishes and condiments. He orders a nice, rare filet mignon, and the waiter compliments him for having made a fine choice. The waiter then explains that the main dish comes with a lite salad, and two side dishes- redskin potatoes and okra.

Scene 5: Once served, the gentleman focuses on the filet and redskin potatoes as he enjoys his dinner, only occasionally getting around to the salad. He never even touches the okra. As the end of the meal approaches, his date asks him why he hasn’t eaten his okra. He responds by saying-‘I have to be in the mood for something slimy to eat okra.’

Scene 6: The waiter returns and asks how the meal was, and if he’ll be ordering desert. Despite his fullness, the gentleman chooses cherries jubilee (there is something about men and cherries you see).

Whether he eats in, or takes the desert home, he will get around to his desert. The okra on the other hand, will find its way to the garbage container with all the other distasteful refuse and disposable menu items, which had no value during the meal.

The take-home lesson:

If you cannot be the filet mignon, then be the cherries jubilee. But never, ever, allow yourself to be anybody’s okra.