How, exactly do Christian men reconcile the life of the prophet Hosea with the prevailing attitude of this whole male alpha game thing? Marry a prostitute. Someone you know will be unfaithful to you. Stay faithful to her even while she runs about doing icky prostitute things. Point out the flaws. Wait for her to repent. Forgive her. Love her again.
Seems like God, the only one truly able to be called “Alpha AND Omega” has terrible Game. He should have shamed her. He should have given her only a part of Himself. He should treat her badly so she wants more.
I read that blog that Res mentioned. Well, bits of it. Ok, ok. So he wants to boink his wife. A lot. *yawn* This is not news. He’s a boy. They like it. They really, REALLY like it. *crickets*
Endorphins are fun.
His information isn’t all bad. As I have come to discover with my own husband, men like to figure things out to the exact formula and then, once they have a base line, improve upon something, make it their own and clearly define their territory.
This is why men are the best cooks, terrific engineers, excellent writers and generally, once they find their specified field, remarkable.
Women resent being reduced to a series of equations and clearly defined moves. Pawns on a chess board. I’m just sayin’, dudes. If you are attempting to implement new behavior in order to create hot pants and tingles, I do recommend not announcing it. As the shoe company says, “Just Do It”.
She’ll notice when you aren’t a pansy. She’ll notice when you become more attractive, when you start to care about things instead of being a passive slug.
But, what I don’t understand, is this… And my life is not the norm so I am not anticipating much jumping on my bandwagon. Rest assured I won’t be upset if you think this is dumb.
What I don’t get is… Where do ya’ll find the time to obsess and insist on sex every day? Where do you find the ENERGY!
By the time I’ve schooled the boys, kept the house up, made the food, worked 6+ hours at my business, engaged in Serious Situations of the family kind, done the exercise, answered the phone… I’m exhausted! My husband works 12-16 hour days. 6 days a week. He is too.
When it happens we have a great time. We have to MAKE time for it. And that means that we understand that we don’t always get what we want WHEN we want it… And it doesn’t happen as OFTEN as we’d like. But there’s this niggling little thing we like to call LIFE… Of which sex is a part but not the whole. Y’know?
FYI, this whole “be sexy to other women thing”… Would do two things to this fairly confident and overall not average woman.
1. Piss me off so bad that him coming home would be like taking a naked walk on the North Pole.
2. Prompt a refusal to be close or intimate. Something I have never refused unless ill.
If my husband were to find it exciting to be pursue being seductive to someone else, I would find it appalling and a breach of trust. In much the same way he would if he were to observe me flirting with other men.
Which is funny because I am a terrible flirt. I’m too direct and lack the desire to impress anyone but the guy sleeping in the other room.
But you get my drift.
Back to Hosea. A man who represented a symbolic life, commanded by God, of redemption, restoration and repentance. Not all necessarily in that order.
Terrible Game. What was He thinking?