ReadyToBeMarried

  • Should you EVER have Sex?

    So, I thought I'd have a little fun with the sex debates that rage around Xanga about premarital sex and casual sex. I'm going to try to convince you that you should never have sex. Here is my secular opinion on how sex works. For the sake of keeping it simple, heterosexuality only.
    Normally, people deciding whether or not to have sex focus on two aspects of sex:
    Sex is recreational, in that it usually produces feelings of pleasure and even euphoria
    Sex is procreational, in that sex between two heterosexuals has the potential to create children

    Procreational is the boundary that keeps many people from having sex. To be sure that sex won't produce children (or diseases), people take extraordinary measures! People turn to surgery or birth control methods that may alter emotions and/or limit one's ability to enjoy sex or even complicated natural options. Procreation difficulties are lessened if the sex is between two people who are committed to each other and are willing and able to care for any potential children.

    Recreational is the reason why many people have sex--it feels good! And if something feels good, why not do it? You can read the exact scientific reasons why sex makes you feel good right here . (The article has "sex" in the title but otherwise should be safe for work). One is also reminded that sex makes you feel good from friends, the media, books, movies...you name it.

    If you are taught about sex in this way, the decision seems kind of obvious, doesn't it? Wrap yourself in disease-preventing Saran Wrap, don your yellow gloves and Haz-Mat helmet and WOO-HOO! SEXY TIME!

    However, let's think for a minute. What else are we missing in this argument? Go back to recreational.
    Recreational...as in Recreational Drug. Have you ever started doing something sexual and then tried to quit cold turkey from that habit? Not very easy, was it?! Sex is like a drug...you get used to the pleasure, it becomes a habit, and it's hard to quit. If you're in the top 10% of sexy people, this may not be much of a problem for you; your concern is more who to have sex with rather than if anyone will have sex with you. But if you're Joe Average, now you find yourself scrambling for any dealer, anywhere to help you get your sex fix. Your standards go down quickly. Drunk? Too young? Taken? So what? You need your fix NOW NOW NOW. So once you start having sex, if you don't have a steady supply of sex, you find yourself angry and wasting all your time trying to get sex again. Or you end up having sex with your ex even after the love and relationship are long gone.

    Ok, ok, so don't have sex if you don't have a steady supply. But of course, all my readers are smoking hot, and are in the top 10% of sexy people. Still have sex, right? Well, let's go one step further:

    Sex is Relational, in that having sex bonds two people to each other during and after the sex act itself.
    Did you read the article I linked to in the Recreational section? Here's what it says about the effects of sex:
    In women, for example, the sexual act triggers the release of oxytocin. Oxytocin promotes feelings of affection and  triggers that nurturing instinct. In men, sex encourages the flow of testosterone, which strengthens bones and muscles and helps transport DHEA, a hormone that may be important in the function of the body’s immune system.
    Women, did you know there are scientific reasons why you got attached to that idiot you had sex with the one time at that one party? When you have sex, you get attached to us men. I have a theory sometimes that women who are emotionally or physically damaged have sex because it enables them to finally feel something due to the release of oxytocin. Whether that is true or not, sex creates deep emotional feelings. It is a lot easier to recover from a broken relationship when no sex was involved. It still hurts, but not as deeply, in my opinion. The upside is, when you are in a great relationship, sex is a wonderful bonding agent. It makes the woman feel soft and nurturing, and it makes the man feel 10 feet tall and strong.
    So men are free and clear from that emotional stuff, right? Eh...I have a theory that men feel as deeply as women...but we do not feel it all at one time. I remember one day I woke up and I had this photo of a woman in my head. I tried desperately to think of who she was--was she a movie star? someone I knew? A few minutes later, I realized it was someone I had known, and I realized that I really had liked her strongly, although I had tried to tell myself otherwise at the time. Separation after sex takes its toll on men too, although the effects are not as obvious as they are for women.

    So what's the bottom line here? What's needed is some sort of way that you could have sex without fear of disease, and in such a way that if pregnancy did occur, it could be handled. This ideal sex would not be subject to interruption; thus you wouldn't have to deal with needing to find new sexual partners because the old one deserted you. Even better, there would be no relational damage; women could feel free to be as nurturing and affectionate as they wanted, and men would not suddenly realize 6 months later that they had missed out on something wonderful. If only there was some sort of structure that would support that...some kind of relationship that had the guarantee of security but also the recreational pleasure and relational joy. But that sounds way too ideal, right? So have I convinced you to never have sex? :-p

  • Ode to the Honest Guy

    I know you've probably read "Ode to the Nice Guy" before. But what about an ode to the honest guy? Would it work? Let us see...

    This is a tribute to the honest guys. The guys who aren't afraid to tell you what they think, who decide that the truth is more important than making you happy or giving you solace for a minute. This is dedicated to those guys who aren't afraid to take a slap in the face for what they believe in. This is in honor to the guys who will tell you that Lady Gaga is gag-gag, who won't give you $5 for the charity they don't believe in just to look good, who freely admit that they would rather be bludgeoned by bat-carrying bovines than watch Sex in the City with you.

    This is for the guys who tell you "Yes, you do look fat in that" before you can get outside your room and embarrass yourself in front of your back-stabbing friends. This is for the guys who tell you that your boyfriend is using you and that he'll dump you as soon as you gain 5 extra pounds, instead of just nodding their heads for months and then pretending your broken-hearted starving crying fit after he dumps you comes as a surprise to them.

    This is for the guys who know you're lying about happy with your church, sports team, or family, and that you should leave and stop pretending that you "had a bad day", because bad days don't last months on end. This is for the guys who know a control freak or manipulator when they see one, but would never turn it on you because that's not what honest guys do. This is for the guys who know that your friends really don't love you very much or that you have no real friends, and that you should go with them and meet some real friends instead of pretending that your red cheeks are because you have a cold.

    The guys who won't get in a relationship with you because they know they really don't love you enough to make it work, and using someone isn't what honest guys do. This is for the guys that tell you flat out "I'm not interested in you" so you can be free to find someone who really likes you, instead of letting you dangle in inventory and tying up all your time with friend dates. This is for the guys who tell you that yes, it is you, and after you've told him the same basic story happened to you with 5 different guys, maybe, just maybe, you need to change.

    This is for the guys who tell you "I don't want to be your friend if I can't be your boyfriend", because being "friends" and skipping along hand in hand was fine at 12, but not at 22. This is for the guys who say "This isn't going to work" even if you haven't realized it yet, because they'd rather break your heart for 1 day now then for weeks or a lifetime later on. This is for the guys who text you back "Sorry, I don't want to go" instead of pretending they didn't get your text and stringing you along for weeks. This is for the guys who would rather squash your crush on them and set you free instead of basking in the ego trip and letting you flirt with them in front of their friends when you have no chance.

    This isn't for the cruel guys, the guys who use truth as a weapon to rip you apart and then insist they are the ones to put you back together, Humpty-style. This is for the honest guys, the ones who look at you and love you too much to lie to your face. Even when they would gain much more by playing along with the lies you've told yourself, even when you want them to lie to you, they can't help themselves. This is for the guys too real to pat your shoulder unless you really, really need it, and who can only utter a compliment when it is so true it springs unconsidered from their lips, without artistry or scheme. A toast to rogues the world over whose tongue moves faster than their schemes and who only want to be a part of real dreams. They'll never be invited to the wedding, but it wouldn't have happened without them

  • Ready to be Married: Why?!

    So, I've gotten a few raised eyebrows on instant message/text convos lately about the "Ready to be Married" series. I felt I should explain a little.

    For years, I never really paid attention to the concept of marriage. I floated through my busy school/work tasks, occasionally saying "Ooh, there's a woman I like!" and inevitably either messing things up or finding she wasn't as cool as I first thought. Marriage? well, that was when I finished school, or found the right person, or something. No need to worry about it now! I needed to figure out career, and Christianity, and whether I should go to the gym in Little Italy or the inner city today.

    However, in the last two years, much like the eldest Bluth boy, I've realized I've made a huge mistake. Not focusing on marriage at all led to a short-term, selfish focus on myself. It also led to not entirely healthy attitudes towards women in general. See, us men rarely dream of marriage--I know a few who do, but there are not that many out there. I think that women think of marriage too much...but I think us men consider it too little. And so, in the run-up to Valentine's Day, I'm going to try to think about it and relationships in this blog. I will be as over-analytical as always, ha, but I will intentionally disturb and provoke you just because I think we all should rethink our beliefs and approach to marriage. I am not saying Ready to be Married! or Ready to be Married. I'm saying Ready to be Married?! asking questions both good and bad about it.

    Now you may ask "But Greek, do you really desperately want to get married?" I don't think I do. But what if the answer is yes? What if I really, really wanted to get married? What about that concept disturbs you so? I am being intentionally provocative here. We've come full-circle from too many women who went to college just to snag a man to now considering anyone suspect who says "I just want to be a wife and homemaker" or "I want to find a nice wife." There is a need for balance. But I also wonder, are we a little too afraid of marriage? Have all the counseling books and divorces and scandals made us think that marriage is this terrible ordeal that one should enter only if overwhelmed by waves of short-term infatuation and passion? Hmm...

  • Ready to be Married: BAGGAGE!

    So let's suppose that you could choose from three men (or women) to determine who to be in a serious relationship with. They are basically the same (let's say about 22 years old) except for three very different relationship histories:

    Bachelor A has never really dated. He just shrugs and says he never could find the right woman.

    Bachelor B dated one woman for most of college. He went through a devastating break-up with her 6 months ago.

    Bachelor C has dated around a fair amount, but never for very long. He dates about 10 women a year, but his longest relationship is only about 2 months.

    Leaving sex and/or divorce and/or kids out of it, which man (or woman) would you rather date and why?

  • Ready to be Married: The Caption of Death

    I still call my best friend from high school about 2-3x a week. He is generous to a fault, very smart, caring, and funny. (He's taken now, but I tried to set him up with a Xanga friend once). He also kills any chance I have of ever getting married. Let me explain:

    1. I'm working my first real job, and wouldn't you know it, I meet this lovely teacher and have a great first date on my birthday. (Kids, btw, never have a first date on your birthday, haha). Anyway, I show him a picture of her, probably bragging a little too. He IM's back "Aww, she's pretty, looks a lot like your mom."

    My mom?! Really?! But you know what? He wasn't that far off. She and I went out one more time. It was boring, and she wouldn't return my emails anymore. The end.

    2. I move to a very good job (the one I have now), and meet this pretty graduate student. We hang out and seem to be getting along great! I ask her for a photo, and she asks if it  is for my guy friends, haha. I hem and haw and she sends one along anyway. So I show him the photo, and he says "You know, she kind of reminds me of my sister."

    His sister?! The sister he's always trying to get me to date? The sister I've never show any interest in? Ouch. So, um, suddenly I don't have any romantic feelings for her. We muddle along another month or two while I try desperately to regain interest, but it never goes anywhere. She was almost everything on my usual list of favorites, too.

    3. Recently, I meet a very attractive woman who doesn't have much in common with me otherwise. I decide to see her twice anyway. I should know better, but like a fool, I show him a photo yet again. His response? "That looks a lot like Susan Henderson."

    Susan?! The girl in our school who had a bad attitude and who everyone spread bad rumors about her supposed ease-of-use? (She actually wasn't that bad, kids are mean. ). But seriously, Susan?

    So, um, the next time he gets to see a photo of any woman I'm interested is when he gets a copy of my wedding photos, haha. What a friend!

  • Just One Bullet: A Man's Perspective

    Just one bullet in my gun.
    I know I can't stay out here forever.
    I can't expect the target to come to me.
    I must walk through these streets everyday,
    my gun held loosely at my side or hidden away,
    because flashing my piece will scare away the target..
    I must be alert, never knowing where the target will appear.
    Will I see them on the sidewalk suddenly, 20 paces away?
    In a crowd at a party? But what if the target is disguised?
    How can I spot them through a mask or hat
    or my own less-than 20-20 vision?
    I sweat, studying the possibilities,
    Cock revolver, spin chamber,
    trigger finger shakes, bend it,
    A bullet in this gun of mine
    So many potential targets.
    Ready to be married?

  • Ready to be Married?!

    Every year I start babbling about relationships around January 14th and keep it going until February 14. This year is no different.

    I was standing with my family in Greece this summer, waiting for my father to introduce me to yet another relative. This is actually one of my favorite little family rituals, because my siblings and I are nice responsible types, and my father doesn't have to cough and say "well, you know those American judges, so uptight." Usually my parents say nice things :-p you have to remember, they are Greek, and so whatever is on their heart tends to come out, haha. This is wonderful when you are good, and train-wreck-drama fun when you are not.

    Anyway, my father is going through the preamble "Wonderful son, a giant among men, I am honored just to have been involved in his conception*" blah-blah-blah...and then he finishes by saying "So now he's finished with school, and HE IS READY TO BE MARRIED!"

    WHAT?! Me? Ready to be married? I cowered as I expected any moment to be surrounded by homely virgins*** of the village, summoned by my father's bellowing announcement**. What does "ready to be married" even mean?! Do I need a license for that? Do I declare my eligibility to some sort of government office? Ready to be married?...

    *So, um, I may have taken poetic license. It's based on a true story!
    **This is only funny if you know my father in real life.
    ***Ok, more likely, hot beauties. I feel guilt for having disparaged my saucy partisans.