Where Have All The Good Men Gone?

My good friend George call me the other day to tell me a story and having given it some thought I felt compelled to share it with you my readers.

When George is at home he usually gets around on his Motorcycle. It is BIG and black and has lots of chrome and it does attract a lot of attention from all sorts of people as I have personally witnessed. The other day he tells me that he was parked outside his local newsagent picking up the days papers and a gossip magazine for his daughter, when up pulls a young woman on a regular bike. You know the one with pedals etc. Now she was quite attractive and when she took off her helmet George thought she may be a student. His opening line was ” Well we certainly do have something in common as we both ride bikes ” A trite corny perhaps, but it had the desired result and they started chatting.  She turned out to be a lot older than he thought, but then knowing George the way I do, he is hopeless with picking someones age anyway.  A new arrival to the area as it turned out, due to the end of a long term relationship and not knowing a lot of people and George being the person he is thought to himself that perhaps she would be up for dinner, but before extending an invitation he decided to find out a little more about her. So you are now single he said?

Where have all the good men gone she replied to him?  He responded in a flash well I am here, and with a big grin on his face. You see George is well past his used by date, so it was said very much tongue in cheek.  She then went on to tell him about her girlfriend who also complains that there are no decent man available so from his pocket he retrieved his personal card and handed it to her with an invitation for the two girls to have dinner at his place if they felt so inclined. No pressure George said, but if you like good food, drop me a line and you are both most welcome at my table.

Her reply to  him was would you like to know what I do for a living before you ask me to your place for dinner.He said, well I really do not care but if you want to tell me then that is fine.  Her reply, I am a policewoman. In fact I am a forensic pathologist and my girlfriend is also a policewoman so does that phase you she asked?  Well if you knew my friend George he has dined with some of the most beautiful women in the world and has never been intimidated or fazed by any. So he said the invitation still stood.

They said good bye and off he went home with his papers and Hello magazine in his saddle bags.  A few days later an email arrived from the gal saying that she and her friend would love to come to dinner and suggested a day that would work for them and he replied in the affirmative. She did mention to him in the email that her girlfriend was somewhat skeptical and wary but never the less agreed to come as there were the two of them and after all, they were in the force.  So the evening arrives and if you know George he would have gone to some trouble, just little things like he asked via email what they like in the food and wine department and he went out of his way to accommodate their tastes.

Now they arrive on his doorstep and the one whom he had not met, right from the get go had an attitude. Now this is the woman who is single and complains that there are no decent men. The one that he met in the street had gone to a little trouble to look nice where as the other had done nothing really to enhance her look even just a little.

Dinner was just fine and as a little wine started to flow things relaxed just a tad but still there was this barrier, especially by the girlfriend. George likes to ask questions but really that was allowed to go only so far. They both told him that they thought he had an ulterior motive for the dinner invitation, and that was wanting to hit on the girl with with bike. The friend was an add on just to close the deal when in fact all he was wanting to do was cook dinner for two women who were single and by their own admission could not find any decent men.

I know George well and I believe him, so I just started to think how sad it is today that here is a situation where someone out of the goodness of their heart faces this barrier. I was going to say, it begs the question as to why they can not get hooked up, but then in reflection perhaps it does not.

For six months of the year I travel the world speaking to people. I myself hear this comment along with many others from women that there are no good men about. Before writing this I called George to ask him if he had wasted his time or had regrets about having the two women to dinner. Heck No he replied. Life is and will continue to be a learning process and in his mind he had already moved on and hoped they would find what they were looking for but he felt that it would be quite hard for the girlfriend.



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    George sounds a little jaded and the women, well, they’re POLICE OFFICERS– hel-LO! They deal with assholes everyday at work. I am sure that time, place and experience has all played a role in forming their negative attitudes.

    We often set ourselves up for failure by embracing our negativity and acting it out to avoid having to change our attitudes!

    As for me, I’ve had GREAT men in my life–starting with my dad and my grandpa. My first best friend was a great kid who went on to become a man who helped others. Unfortunately, he died at the age of 34 on my daughter’s third birthday.

    I went on to have wonderful boyfriends who treated me like the goddess I am. Had three husbands–got married without thinking more about it. All of them would still take me for coffee–pay for it and they wouldn’t lace it with arsenic. I even live with the last one and I’m trying to heal him from dementia so he remembers what a great guy HE is.

    When someone invites ME to dinner, I show up expecting to EAT! Whatever else would I be there for? Okay, I’d probably also expect some lively conversation.

    Oh, and yes, the opportunity to insult the poor, unsuspecting creature with a brutal display of sarcasm . . . you know me–compelled by some unidentified form of insanity to expose my bad girl to the good guy!

    Is there really a George? Or did you make him up?

    P.S. Decided to start a hero list–one hero a day for a year and compile it in a little book–might make it into a calendar or a little book of inspiration.

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