Welcome to my world. An altered state of reality in which I sometimes feel as if I am the only one experiencing issues and situations that are ridiculous, funny, frustrating and thought provoking.
It is said to be every independent woman’s worse nightmare: the curse of the mamma boy. That male for whom the opinions and views of his mother mean more than any logical or rational argument you can throw at him. Her hold is so tight that not even a new tin of WD40 can loosen it because she still cooks, cleans, comforts and consoles him in a way no other female is allowed to.
They are all under thirty and all married. Two are Christians and one claims to be a reformed player who hung up his shoes when he found the right woman. All of these men are in relationships that are less than four years and admit that while they are generally happy, they do sometimes miss the excitement of ‘doing road’. They are nowhere near the seven year itch however being this young one wonders if they were actually prepared for the monotony of domesticity; if being married is all that it promised to be and if in hindsight they felt they should have waited a few more years before settling down.
Many women lament that all that saturates their timelines and direct messengers are con men, thugs, Neanderthals, hustlers, panty chasers, married men and bad boys. They claim to want to settle down with a nice guy but why then do nice guys get shafted more often than not?
Check this out: in 2015 you stopped dating Tyrone because he could not control the one eyed snake that was slithering around in his trousers. So after a year and a string of broken promises, you called it quits and gathered your best friend and a tub of ice cream to bawl, commiserate and watch lifetime movies together as you both cuss out every male for being a furry four legged creature that pees on fire hydrate and shagged every available woman as if marking their territory.