Sunday, June 19, 2016

A little sugar on the side

I have come to the conclusion that there might be a chance that I am a terrible romantic partner. Like truly sucky.  Totally fucking clueless.

Let me back up a bit and tell you where this is coming from.

I love men.  Truly.  Men are amazing.  They offer things that women just can’t.  It is not sexist, or bashing in any way a woman’s abilities (women are more badass than most give us credit for) but men offer me a point of view about myself that I crave.  Is it lust, or fierceness, or certainty? I don’t know.

Don’t get me wrong, I know where my boundaries are with most men.  Married men are off limits, though, honestly, I have seriously sexy married male friends.  The fact that they are in loving, monogamous relationships is probably one of the things I like about them most, and I would be stupid not to notice it.  It is hopeful that maybe, just maybe, one of those kind of men will show up and be like that with me.  It is not really that hard to imagine, because, contrary to the way I behave with some men, I am never ever stupid with my married male friends.  I respect them and their wife/lover/partner too much.  It is not an issue.

I also know what men are not right for me (or me for them, for that matter) for a variety of other reasons.  Gay, living in another country, in prison, underage, the maturity of someone underage, really long nose hair, drives an H2 for all the compensating reasons, hates their own children and has never paid child support, or votes based on Fox News endorsements all come quickly to mind.  I know better (you would think so, at least) that I would be able to clearly differentiate the “yes” and “no” list by now.

But maybe not.

I have, with the help of a very good friend, been exploring a concept I call “cupcaking”.  It is the thought that, inside of relationships, you give in completely to the other person’s desires, and even, if not intentionally, CHANGE who you are to meet their needs.  In the clinical diagnostic sense, this looks a lot like codependency. But being a cupcake can be deeper than that.  It is deeper because it is not always to the knowledge or desires of the person who is the cupcake, and it is not always bad.

For me, it happens almost exclusively inside of relationships where there is a romantic component.  I give too fast.  I give what they ask for.  I do not hold them accountable for bad behavior. I let them dictate how and when we see each other.  I ask for almost nothing in return.  I play the victim, I act perfect, I profess love and devotion, I spin perfect scenarios of community and connection.  Fuck, I must be exhausting.  Who the fuck wants that?  I mean, I am a cupcake.  I am pretty for a while, sweet as sugar, devoured in a temporary bit of normal human desire, and then easily licked or washed off as if I didn’t exist to begin with.  There are always more cupcakes, so what makes me special? Nothing. Nothing at all.

That is why I suck at romantic relationships.  I pick men who know this and will use it.  I am drawn to the devourers.  To the hot heads who confuse anger with intensity.  The ones who say they want something, ask for it even, but given the actual chance to prove it, will brush it off.  Not their fault, I picked them.  I know there are amazing men out there, and that boundaries for interaction are good (see a few paragraphs above for the things I know my place about), I just have no success at doing this when it comes to romance.

And I want it.  I want the men who are single, sexy as fuck, driven, passionate, honest, caring, focused, determined, trustworthy, to see in me what I see in them, and help me by not being an asshole in the process while we get to know each other, and accept each other because of and despite the flaws we both know are there.  Until then, I will probably continue to be fucking clueless.

I plan to explore my cupcake tendencies further.  See how many ways there are to cupcake relationships that I have been guilty of.  Try to work my way out of them, and ask for people (read that as both friends and men) to go ahead and hit me upside the head with a 2 x 4 when they see me doing it.

Today, I am going to go get my toenails all done instead.  I hope there is a cupcake bakery near the salon.