Is it not funny, how the women in our lives, bless them all, believe, they have us well trained.
I for one, and I am sure I speak for all the other men around, and if I don't then I have just dropped them in it. To all the ladies interested. Men are like horses we allow ourselves to be manipulated so we get what we want.:lol:
The art of a relationship is.
Getting the other person to do what we want them to do, while, they think, they are doing what they want to do. I think men do that very well don't you.:wink:
Cheers
Token :lol:
Thereby lies the truth!
Part of the reason I never wed was because I got bored with relationships when I was always getting my own way!
Many years ago I had the horse of my lifetime with me, a big heavyweight hunter named Tom. This horse challenged me like no other. He knew his own strength and how to use it. He was not a nasty horse as such but if you got into a fight with him then he would be dangerous. I saw him throw his owner (who was well over 300 lbs) against a stable wall whilst he (owner) was holding a twitch. Tom swung him off his feet as if he was nothing and that was just from the strength in his head and neck!
I had so many problems with Tom, he was nappy, knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how to get his own way.
I had to use reverse psychology with him. When he napped I would do nothing but sit him out. Clipping him was impossible so I would 'ask' him if I could. No fight from me and he would allow me to do what I wanted.
I never opened many gates on him but would jump them. That horse and I had a wonderful relationship but he never ceased to try things on, usually when I least expected it. One day his owner was hunting him and after a rather hectic run and hounds had checked at a cover, his owner whacked Tom on the crest of his neck , looked at me and said "If you ever found a man that kept you on your toes like this horse does, you would be wed and have a dozen kids running around!"
What he said was basically true. I always liked a challenge and have had some very chalk and cheese relationships. Once I had worked it that I always got my own way - usually by manipulation, then I got bored and moved on.
Heck, I was even engaged on one occasion, when my mother asked if I was sure it was what I wanted I immediately told her that there was no way I would ever marry him! I got engaged because he was a very insecure person with a horrible bully of a father - when he was standing up to his father I knew my mission had been achieved and we agreeably went our separate ways.
I will admit I enjoyed standing up to his father, he tried to intimidate me but I refused to bow to his wishes. He was a very intelligent man, high powered job and thought that he was the be all and end all of life. I taught him a few lessons, the best being that I would cook a meal and he would be late returning to eat it. I told him that if he was not there to eat when the meal was dished up he would regret it.
He was 4 hours late. He expected me to have kept it warm in the oven. I had done so but had turned the oven up high. The potatoes were the size of peas and everything black. He was furious and ranted and raved to which I never bit, remaining totally calm and collected and told him that he had been warned.
He tried it once again and the same happened so after that he was on time for any meal I cooked.
Mum and Dad were never demonstrative over their love for each other, if they were it was when they were fooling around but when Dad was in hospital and barely conscious (he had a brain tumour) he always knew Mum was there and one of the saddest things was when Mum said to him "You know that I have always loved you don't you?"
Dad just gave her hand such a squeeze although he couldn't speak it said it all. They were married for 62 years, not always blissful but then Mum had Dad trained in all things bar putting his dirty clothes in the laundry basket!