Last man standing
Take my friend, Jonathan. He'd probably question my sexuality if he heard me saying this but he's good looking, successful, drives an expensive jeep, has a bulging shares portfolio and all the rest. Not the type who'd ever have to resign himself to a life of solo masturbation. But he's 33 now. He met his wife just under a year ago, and although I suspect he's not as in love with her as a marriage proposal would suggest, during a heart-to-heart he admitted that the thing that drives fear into his stomach is the thought of being in his 50s, still single and lonely, ruing the missed chances of not being able to share his success with a woman he deeply cares for.
The biological time clock theory is always attributed to women. But there's no doubt that men too are at its mercy, even if it is emotional rather than biological. There comes a moment in everyone's life when you want to share the things you've accrued - be they material or not. Deep down every man knows he cannot run around sowing his wild oats forever - especially when that developing paunch, those three chins and the forever-retreating hairline are now pitted against better-looking, young studs with the athleticism of cheetahs on heat. There's a certain security to be had - and this usually comes with age - in finding a woman who finds your little beer belly attractive and won't mind if it gets worse as the years trundle by.
Me? I've realised something, too. The thing that frightens me about all my mates getting married is not that I'm scared about being left on the shelf. Or becoming an outcast unable to join in the conversations about buying laminate flooring and bunk beds. It's just that the current betting, at the local All Bar One on a Sunday night, is that yours truly, the last man standing, won't be standing much longer.
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