H and the Bitter Men

Sounds like a band, doesn't it?
A friend of mine, H, the man I drunkenly tried to body charge on the stag do, has had a quite devastating experience. I think of it as a learning experience myself.

He was going out with this girl, Laura, for a number of years. Long enough for her to have obtained common-law-marriage status anyway.

H. is a good looking bloke. He earns good money. He's well educated, funny and has a good job. He worshipped Laura, never cheated on her, and gave her everything she wanted. Example? She decided she wanted a house of their own. And within two months, he had pulled together enough strings and favours, and got a house. Which for the house market in this area is a fucking miracle as well as a financial nightmare. Contacts through golf clubs were exploited. Numbers fudged. Favours with bank managers bosses were exchanged. But he did it. Because it was what she wanted.

Or thought she did.

Just after Valantines day, she told him that it wasn't what she wanted after all, and left him.

Left him with a house he doesn't want and can't afford (on his own) , huge debts, and a busted heart.

I tried to tell him, that in my experience, women want a challenge, so you should never idolise them. Never make it too easy. Never give them everything they want. Because women often don't know WHAT they want. He just said I was old and cynical. Which is true. But if there's one thing his experience has reminded me, its that men like me aren't born bitter and cynical and twisted. We're made that way.

He'll learn the hard way, just as well all do.

I did tell him one thing which he believed at least. There are 5 stages he'll go through.
1) There's been some sort of mistake. What ever it is, I can fix it. She'll come back.
2) That BITCH! She RUINED MY LIFE! I hope she does come back just so I can tell her to fuck off!

Anyone want to guess what the next ones were?


posted by Manchild at 9:25 PM