One more thing.

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The other day at Vox's I had commented about women, work, and such.  Pretty much I suggested that women are indoctrinated into believing a stay-at-home mom is both slavery and sloth (somehow).  People who are indoctrinated do not bother with reason, logic, or definitions.  I know that may be a point of contention with any woman I consider.  I merely noted that I will be thinking about that as I meet women.  I received some interesting feedback, from men and women.  But one made me laugh.

Some young self-described stud of an alpha suggested that I not be a pussy.  That I this, and that, and the other thing.  Why, he just went out and shat a wife out of pure manliness.  Or... some such.  I laughed so hard I almost shat his wife here.  Or... something.  That man has no idea what he is in for.  If he makes good money or builds up assets, he is going to find his wife... spending that on some other guy in the near future.  After a horrendous divorce.  Otherwise she will probably just slip away.  You don't blindly go from being a bad boy to a good husband.  You don't only have alpha tools in a marriage tool box, if he even is alpha.  Beyond, he had no idea that it was not women I fear.  It is the commitment, honorable real decided commitment to one woman... for the rest of my natural life. My guess is he has had fewer women in his stable than I have had one-night stands.  Just something off about his words.

Marriage, a real one, a solid one, one to which I commit myself to honestly, as well, will be the last nail in my... fanciful life as a child.  I will not be foot loose and fancy free.  If I get to climbing?  I can't take the path that I tell others not to take as it is too dangerous.  When I go rafting I can't fall in.  I have to live for at least one other person, in time people.  I can't go where even angels fear to tread.  If you have seen Interview With a Vampire, when the lead makes a vampire "mother" for the little girl... and says she has taken the last of his humanity... That is how it feels to me now. God is asking for the final vestiges of my... childhood, fantasy reality, hope for the impossible.  I will have to set aside my childhood things.  I have no real idea what I will gain, it is merely faith that leads me onward.

No, I just had to laugh.  The boy is about to be learned hardwise.  Don't play with snakes just because you used to handle dogs.  Two very different critters.  Bullocks.  Still, I actually hope his wife learns him rather than burns him.  I do.  I'm just not going to hold my breath on that.  I know what it took from God and me to get me to even realizing how damn terrifying the prospect is.  Heh.  Wowuch.  It's not even that I'm not a "pussy" about some things.  That does not include an aversion to women.  If you call me out, call me out right or have a big glass of shut the hell up.