The day after...

After my heart stopped I began thinking about all of my success and failure with the opposite (and same) sex. As such I feel anecdotal today and feel the need to have a back story.

I was raised by women. My grandmother, My mother, and my Aunts these were my role models growing up. They were all at one point or another bitter with men, much to the same extent men get about women I would assume. So their best intentions were to make me a better man. I was told all sorts of great and wonderful things that are really important. However the way in which I perceived these things was not so wonderful leading to my inability to interact with women the way a man should.

Even if not in their immediate presence my matriarchal guardians influences could still be felt. If I was out with my uncle and he had made a comment about some rather foxy lady, a day or two later he would say something about equality and not treating women like objects.

Again like I said all very well and good information, but my six or seven year old brain must have placed unusually significant importance on these bits culminating in some kind of uber-respectful-look-away-when-you-see-someone-fine kinda guy.

Again and I need to keep reiterating these points as being good and wholesome, however if that is my only dimension I see myself being relegated to best friend of the year category.

I suppose what I am trying to say is that I have not learned how to be really comfortable around women and this has impeded my ability to do an innumerable amount of things.

While I welcome support and suggestions lets please keep things civil and respectful.

Thanks...

Joshua