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YOU ARE HERE: Conversely ~ Parallax ~ April 17, 2000 |
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Wayward men sing the blues... |
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This week our never-shy SHE-HE duo confronts love on the rocks. And it seems wayward men are singing all the blue notes - again. Is it just us, or do men always find a way to ignore precedent, history, movies and TV, and bungle their way into these ageless dilemmas? Plus, a bonus track: man and woman share their views on the predicament of facing the youthful dating scene when you have the Big D dragging behind you. |
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Dear Wayward, Beg, beg, beg, and then give her some time. It's really all you can do at this point. You were quite a jerk to have cheated - but you know that so let's not dwell. Tell her in ridiculous amounts how much you love her, send her every love letter and poem you can concoct, buy her any item to remind her of the two of you and then give her a little space to process it all. Tell her you're going to back off for a couple of weeks so she can do some thinking. And then do just that - give her space so she can miss you and sit in her house full of your poems and gifts. If you know any of her friends, tell them your story and how sorry you are - it will get back to her. Make her understand that it will never happen again, it was the dumbest thing you ever did, and if only you could take it back, etc. If she doesn't take you back outright, there is another strategy. Work your way back into her life as a friend. Don't even make a move for a couple of months. Just be around and be the best friend she ever had. This will do two things: it will take up her time so she has less of a chance of meeting some new guy, and it will remind her of why she fell for you in the first place. When you feel the timing is right, confess your undying love again and that you can't live without her. Persevere and you will get her back. She already loves you, remember - she's just really hurt. |
Dear Wayward, What the hell were you thinking? Really, I don't mean that as a rhetorical question. Or, perhaps the more accurate question is: what weren't you thinking? Do you not get enough sex at home? Was this nameless mermaid in the last Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue? Do you get so impossibly drunk that you lose all self control? Or did this lady rape you? You hoped your girlfriend would forgive you simply because you decided you wish you hadn't done it. You thought chocolates and trite supplications would melt her up. Now you are starting to realize your woman has more guts and self-respect than you originally assumed. Now you might start to analyze why you did it because she won't take you back until you do. I think she might forgive you if you can show that you truly repent, and that you really understand why you traded three honest years for a little flesh. She might return your calls only if she's convinced that you've crawled around in your grubby subconscious long enough to figure out what shrewd motivation - what untapped gold mine of egotism - was responsible for your stupid accident. She might end up giving in when you can prove to her that whatever it is that guided your brilliant feat has been isolated, amputated and safely disposed of. Or, if I've overestimated her, maybe you should just give her a couple more weeks, a couple nice earrings...
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