Hairy, low voice, no interest in shoes

I wasn’t going to tell you, but I was out with a man on Friday night.

A man who likes shoes. This is NOT my non-date. (photo credit:  www.datehookup.com)

A man who likes shoes. This is NOT my non-date.
(photo credit: http://www.datehookup.com)

Yes, you know, one of those; hairy, low voice, no interest in shoes.

I wasn’t going to tell you, because it wasn’t a date. And I didn’t want you thinking anything untoward of me. I didn’t want you thinking I was betraying my husband, cheating on Him in some way, enjoying the company of another male. Or perhaps it’s just me who was thinking that, and you have no such misgivings at all.

As I said, it wasn’t a date. It was drinks and dinner with a ‘mutual’ friend, who had, many years ago, lost his girlfriend too. It was in fact a widows support group with only two members.

But actually, we didn’t spare much time talking about our respective losses. He’s gone, she’s gone, what’s there to discuss? Instead, we quaffed red wine and had a laugh.

And, as anticipated, now the boozy afterglow has dimmed, I am in the throes of fervent self-interrogation.

Why didn’t we spend more time talking about them? What pearls of wisdom for getting through this shit did I miss out on from my non-date whilst we were guffawing in the bar? What would Mark have thought about me being out with one of his old school adversaries?

Truth is, it’s been eighteen months since I sat in a restaurant opposite one of those hairy, low-voiced representatives from the other half of the human race, and it was rather nice.

I miss the sorts of conversations men have. They don’t talk about feelings so much, they don’t tend to ulcerate about the minutiae. They’re totally ambivalent about the frankly SUPERB  pair of wedges I bought in the Office sale. (Twenty quid by the way. I shit you not.) I’m wildly generalising of course, but you catch my drift.

I like men, which is why I married one. And whilst I’m not interested in having a boyfriend, a friend who is a boy might be nice.

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7 thoughts on “Hairy, low voice, no interest in shoes

  1. Oh im 60something and would love to be wined and dined I love mens company when im out with femail friends at somepolnt one of us is going to talk about whats the best way to clean windows or something equally inane, men don, t talk about anything like that and its so refreshing

  2. How did you know that the immediate thing that came to my mind was “UNTOWARD” “UNTOWARD” “UNTOWARD”…?!!
    LMAO! Hope you enjoyed the evening, in spite of yourself….hugs, CJ

    • Thanks to you for reading and commenting. Male company is a big miss round our place – we’re all women (except the dog, and all he does is lick the patch where his balls used to be.) It is nice to get new perspectives. That said, I couldn’t do without me wimmin. 😉 Love to you. (Just read your latest post btw. I can almost feel your frustration and agony. Have no words, but I’m thinking of you friend. X)

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