You always want what you can't have until you get Facebook!

You always want what you can’t have and when what you wanted comes back begging for your attention, its desirability disappears. That’s my current dilemma but I’m also not the only one looking beyond what I own.

As I was writing this column, I opened up on ninemsn and stumbled across an article from a men’s magazine.  I don’t endorse that type of reading so I won’t post the link but it introduces the push-up bra for men’s packages. The idea is that you wear this wonder-wear and it enhances the appearance of your member, size-wise (it’s not a miracle worker). I can see a lot of willing consumers subscribing to this gimmick. In 2011, it seems women are not the only ones who are optically illusive with their bodies. We all own a pair of spanks, a body shaper, we gel, blow-dry or keratin our hair. We always want what we can’t have and being au naturale is sometimes a little bit too daunting for both players in the courtship game. 

My dilemma of wanting what I couldn’t have then suddenly not wanting it all, came in the once desirable entering the pornography trade; or close to. The ever damaging facebook revealed intimacy with other women. We all facebook stalk. It’s the easiest way to do a background check and the easiest way to be disappointed in your latest infatuation and even though he is roaming the streets carousing, gallivanting, Hugh-Heffnering around the place (although with women his age) he still finds time to check up on me. He would. Men like him are never satisfied with just one woman. Enter Oprah with my ‘aha’ moment. I shoulda seen. I coulda seen. I woulda seen had I taken off my blinders but we all know the cliché is true and ‘love is (in fact) blind.” 

A study in Cleo magazine found the saying to be true. In a test to see how men and women responded to their partners, it was not a photo that stimulated the heart but a memory, as “feel-good” transmitters floated through their pools of romantic, emotional bodies. That was sweet I thought because it meant these loved-up couples were in it for matters of the heart. How promising! (read it here http://www.cleo.com.au/men-and-women-from-same-planet-romantically.htm ) It dispelled the notion that men and women are from different planets and told us that love was what made the world (our same world) go round. Lovely!

 Madison magazine’s February issue reports the same. It chased several couples that chased love and believed they found it in different parts of the globe. Some fought till their love conquered, others (these are the ones I paid attention to this week) let their senses conquer. Good for them!

The one story that really struck me was of a young woman who harboured a love for a man she met at a conference. Love-struck and in romantic euphoria she held on to the penchant she had for this man for years. She believed that if they could be in the same place at the same time and rid of their state-divide, they could be happy. Time passed, distance in kilometers decreased, they moved on with their respective lives but every so often, this love would creep back into her life. She waited for that spark, but the fireworks were out upon discovering that he had married, moved on and was just looking for an affair the second time around. She realized she loved the idea of him, but the reality was repulsive, bland, disappointing. She moved on. She grew up. She found him on facebook and her latter perceptions were confirmed.

I’m still a hopeless romantic, just a little more cynical this week and just as I was about to give my old crush another go and hold on to the idea that I could be the exception, I logged onto facebook and saw he’d face-booked himself with a few online loves, r.s.v.p.d to a few more parties and signed his youth away to superficiality. Love is the deal. His lust for others is the dealbreaker. 

It’s true you always want what you can’t have but sometimes, if you’re lucky, what you want eventually comes back for you and that’s when you realize what you wanted is not really what you want at all. Phew!

Flatter, Flutter, Flee

By Miriam Eryan 

They say good things come in threes…the same rule applies for confusing things. The object of my confusion is mankind and his brotherhood. Men claim to be simple so I’ve simply categorized them in a tripartite division.

It’s the flatter, flutter, flee syndrome where one man will flatter you just because he can. This breed exists merely to remind you that some men have their vision and values in check. They keep you optimistic about finding that rare gentleman who will look without touch, who sees and believes and who will testify to the choir. 

The other man has your heart a flutter, your eyelashes batting. He ‘gives you fever’ but he that speaks idle words has a loveless heart and lustful agenda. This one is most cunning because he keeps you wanting more; key in ignition, he revs your engine but has a short battery life and once he’s taken you for a spin or two, you’re ditched on a sidewalk negatively charged. 

The third flees BC – that is before charming you or having the chance to be charmed. He is also known as the taken man, the gay man or as much as we hate to admit it, the uninterested. 

Last week, I had encounters with all three and my column was inspired by a scene from my much beloved Sex and the City. It’s where Carrie meets Berger the charming writer with a girlfriend (the latter fact omitted from his conversation). He was your typical ‘Flatter Man’ – sweet, charming, courteous, taken! He flattered, fled and the fireworks though seemingly undeniable where hastily put out – hindered by his missus. 

I’ve met a few Bergers in my short existence and increasingly, biting into an aged burger is losing its appeal as the subject fails to satiate the hunger for a relationship. Having reached expiry, the situation wreaks of desperation so while I maintain friendship, I’m almost certain, I’ll NEVER have fries with that!

The second type of man, I met at the gym. I’ve never quite understood why men find sweaty, smelly women attractive so when I’m attracting the primordial male at my ugliest in my track-pants, I’m always expecting someone to jump out and tell me I’m being punk’d. Cynicism aside, the askmen article (http://au.askmen.com/top_10/dating_100/134b_dating_list.html) rings true and with every drop of perspiration comes a man with flirty conversation. This of course is to our horror because when you approach we have panda eyes, red faces and sweaty hair – not quite pageant material. This man, I believe approaches because his carnal instincts see a woman work hard, sweat plenty who presumably, will play, work and sweat in satisfactory proportions. He; muscular and ego injected attempts to inflate your sense of self with his flattery as your steroid. Your heart muscle goes into overdrive. Be weary though, neither heart attack nor drug addiction was ever positive outcomes of a crush. You turn to perve on the quieter, more desirable, less approachable guy beside him. 

This guy is the one not interested. He doesn’t catch your gaze, he looks for beauty elsewhere and he doesn’t see you. He flees or you flee from embarrassment because the idea of unrequited love is a) repulsive b) disappointing but also c) promising because some men have eyes only for their partner and no adrenalin charged flattery, gym induced sweat or flirty banter will seduce him into slipping up. He’s the one you’re after and also the one you can’t have. The sayings are always true – you ALWAYS want what’s out of reach. 

Clichés as common, tried and uncreative as they may be, exist because they resonate with us. In keeping with clichés, happy endings are the clichés that happily end romantic comedies and that’s what this life is – a tale of funny flirtations with a happy ending that is luxurious in feeling as the velvet curtains that follow our final bows. 

Shakespeare knew exactly what he was talking about when he called the world a stage. He valued play and gave us midsummer night’s dreams to act out and see comedy in our dating errors; fleeing from each scene that threatens our happiness. 

With this in mind, learn the script, know the characters but remember to improvise and shock into sincerity – that’s when truest selves are revealed.