On Jaybird, Spiffy, Women and Why Dogs Chase Sticks--Part 2* (*Scroll down for Part 1):

But women are insatiable. Women, girls--whatever. Doesn’t matter if they’re 4, 24, or 64--once they see they can manipulate you they’ll never stop. Why should they? They can’t physically overpower us men, so its all about the psychology. Like the 9 pound house-cat that dominates the family’s German Shepherd. The soft pussy rubs against you; appeals to the peaceful aspects of your nature until--bam! The claws come out just as you’ve relaxed. Or the tears. Either way you’re fucked.

No thanks. I’ll take a dog everytime.

To call me a misogynist would be going too far; but without sex, women can rarely sustain my interest. Even at 43 I can run faster than most women; lift more weight, drink more booze. I’ve yet to meet a woman who’s had anywhere near the number of life experiences I’ve had, or read as many books. And if they told me they have, I doubt it’d be much of a turn-on. That’s not what I’m looking for in a woman.

Oftentimes I meet women who misinterpret my temperament. They seem to think I’m looking for some kind of challenge--intellectual or otherwise. But I’m not. At least, not from them. I face enough challenges throughout the course of my day--I work in New York. Between the subway, my boss; people who lie to me, or get aggressive. When I come home, I don’t want to deal with another equal. I just want some peace.

That’s what so many women fail to understand. Probably because women can’t find peace ‘til they breed. Always have that void to fill--like my dog Spiffy needs to chase her ball. The drive is just there. In the back of her mind, buried in her genome.

On those rare occasions when I date, its usually a very young gal who just wants to have a time or an older gal who’s already had her kids. Single women with no kids between say...26 to 40? History’s shown me there’s no peace there.

I can form really good friendships with women; but on a long-term, romantic level I don’t do so well. Women and I want different things from life. At least we have til this point. As I’ve gotten older, the women my age are less consumed with family matters, so perhaps there’s some hope there. But most of the girls I’m really attracted to; they’re much younger, and they want a kid. Or as this one girl Natalie put it to me about 2 summers back, “I’m gonna marry a man who’ll give me a house full of babies.”

Well, more power to you Natalie. Glad they wont be mine. All I want is a dog. Or maybe two.
But a kid?

Look at it from a man’s perspective. Ten million years ago; back when we still walked on our knuckles and had to fight predators, kids actually served a purpose. We needed a lot of people. And when we became farmers, that required a lot of labor. So yeah, a few sons might have made my life easier.

But as things stand now, I work out of a cubicle. There was a time when a secretary would have typed my reports, but modern technology’s made that a thing of the past. And it used to be I’d have paid for my my film to be processed; but with my digital camera, that's history. Whole industries and sectors have disappeared in the last decade.

In fact, I can do everything my job requires, so a kid wouldn’t make my life any easier. It’d just be an extravagant pet, destined to become another laborer in the American pool (of which 10% are presently unemployed).

I suppose if I needed a purpose in life. Or an 18 year diversion. But I don’t, I’ve got my writing.

And its all about me.

So women and I sometimes don’t see eye to eye.

"When I come home, I don't want to have to deal with another equal. I just want some peace."

* NOTE: Due to the length of this post, I'm going to split it into (1) final part. I'll probably need a few days, but not much longer. Thanks for reading!