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From: THE GUYS

Relationships are complicated dances of give and take, and compromise. We don’t mean compromising values, but more a willingness to budge,  just a little, when the issue at hand is not really that important. Otherwise the music stops and the dance is over.

Here are some examples of budging from our point of view.

Us: Do we really have to go to this thing?

You: (Give us THE LOOK)

Us: Yes, we’d love to go to your best friend’s dog grooming party.

OR

You: Honey, look at this. (You point to the newspaper.) There’s a great discussion on Wild Flowers happening on the Nature Walk trail this weekend.

Us: (We give YOU the LOOK)

You: (Ignore us) And?

Us: (Pause to see if you’ll cave in….you don’t…..) Sure, that sounds great. We’ll just take an extra Sudafed for our allergies.

OR FINALLY

You: I’ve got nothing to wear.

Us: What about all the clothes in your closet?

You: Those are all old and out of style. And they don’t fit. And they don’t look good anymore. And I don’t like them. And I want some new clothes.

Us: But..?

You: Will you come shopping with me? I need help.

Us: (Grinding our teeth quietly) Sure. Fine. Maybe we can go to the mall and eat at the Food Court?

You: The mall? Are you kiddin? I don’t want to go to the mall. Let’s go downtown.

Us: But aren’t those shops way more expensive?

You: So? What are you trying to say?

Us: Um, nothing……sounds great.

Us: (Thinking) Great, we can forget about the 72″ Flat screen.

But we also know the women in our lives compromise for us too. This is what we think you pretend to like. Or at least tolerate for us.

Going to our company BBQ.

Watching us come in last place in the Elks Lodge Bowling Tournament every year, while being stuck talking with “Marty,” the friendly host who smells like Cigars and Sardines.

Playing video games with us. Watching football. Going camping.

Having a little romp with us on a night you’re tired, even though you’d rather curl up on the couch with a blanket and a glass of wine, and watch “Grey’s Anatomy” or “Glee.”

These examples are all mentioned in fun, but actually compromising CAN lead to new experiences and new knowledge. It’s not necessarily a bad thing to know about which Wild Flowers are edible and which aren’t. It might come in handy if we ever accompany Bear Grylls on a segment of “Man vs. Wild.” And knowing how to groom a Poodle might save us some serious money if we ever actually own a dog. But most importantly, compromise can lead to a better understanding of the other person, which leads to good will, and ultimately a stronger bond.

However we do have one slight problem. Although we understand compromise is important, we’re still not sure about the dance part. Although we’d secretly like to get better.

So when you bring up taking a dance class together, we “slow play” it, hoping if we pretend to not be that interested, we can get you to join the couples poker night we’ve been begging you to…….WOW!….Our bluff works! You agree. We’re now feeling a bit overconfident.  So we try to get one more raise from you.

Us: (Sweetly) Do think we can we get that flat screen TV now?

You: Don’t push it buddy!

No, you’re no fool. And that’s the real reason why we love you!

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What do you compromise for your partner? Why?

What do you think they compromise for you?

From “One of The Guys”

My daughter is at the, “I want to please Mommy and Daddy” stage. Boy do I love it! She is sweet as pie, in contrast with her brothers, whom I love very much too; but these days they are acting more like a sour candy; one that I can’t stop eating, but every bite makes my whole face pucker up in wincing pain.

Last Friday night my daughter and I went to the Daddy Daughter Jam Dance. I had a gig scheduled but I canceled that. I wasn’t going to miss this extra special bonding experience with my little, almost six year old “Love Bug.”

And boy did it live up to my expectations. We both got dressed up and went out on the town….well, to our local high school. We danced, laughed, made cupcakes, masks and generally enjoyed each other’s company. She also got to see a lot of her friends, and I got to spend some time talking with some of The Guys. After it was all said and done, I couldn’t have been happier to have canceled my gig. A special evening indeed.

I love my kids equally, but I don’t love them the same. Yes, they are all individuals having their own unique set of needs, but for the sake of this post, let’s just break them into two obvious groups. Boys and Girl.

Whereas I love my boys with fierce passion, I love my daughter with gentle intensity.

Whereas I smother my daughter with affection, I love my boys with  roughhousing in the living room; when I have them pinned so they can’t fight back, then I smother them with affection.

Whereas I’m happy just soaking in my daughter’s enthusiasm when she plays sports or when she’s with her friends, it’s ME reliving my childhood when my boys are playing or doing anything.

No need to say it. I get it. My boys are not me. And my daughter is not perfect. I’m aware of these things, so I consciously give to my boys what my daughter gets and vice versa. They all deserve to have many different relationships with me, not just one stereotypical one.

But let’s say I wasn’t aware of this, and I just let myself be completely spontaneous. It would look pretty much what I’m describing, because daughters are born with the key, and boys are born banging on the door.

If my daughter only knew how much power she had, she’d demand pretty much anything. My wife already says she does. Well, dammit, I can’t help it! Dads are just wired this way. I’m fighting it, but it’s hard. She bats those long lashes, or smiles with those dimples or gives me that extra special hug and I pretty much say, “Fine, sure, yes, OK, great, why not!”

I know it’s bad, but like I said, it’s wired in me; in us…all GUYS!

But I know what’s coming. Puberty. Hormones and boys, especially Bad Boyz!!!!!! Believe me, a dog knows a dog. This stage is called, “Daddy goes insane, turns into a lunatic, and walks around with gun in holster.”

But hold on!! Wait a minute! No more fast forwarding! I still have some time!!! I must stop projecting!!! For now, I’m going to soak it all in. Breathe every moment, and write it all down. Because when the day hits that my daughter is possessed by some internal demon called adolescence, I’ll need as much documentation as I can get, to remind me of that sweet little thing, eating her dinner without complaining, going to bed on time, cuddling with me every morning, and making me melt thirty times each day.

So I have a question.  How long do I really have before this bubble bursts? And I turn into that Guy, that Dad, that lunatic?

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