| I was having lunch with my girls today, and like always, the subject came around to guys. My friend started us off: “Oh my God, so yesterday I was talking with Bob, and he mentioned how hard it is for him to trust people! He told me that, like, he can’t even trust his parents most of the time, and that almost every person he knows has ended up disappointing him in some way… even the guys he considers his best friends!” At this point we all “AWW” and she continues, “I know right! Anyway, I couldn’t believe it! God, I felt so… you know…” She didn’t need to say it; we all knew the feeling.
I’m here to make sure that you guys know it too. Right now you don’t; and how could you? You’re men… when we become vulnerable and open with you, it scares you… it makes you feel awkward; you don’t know what to do, what to say… I get that. The thing is, when a woman is confronted with a man’s vulnerabilities, she’s in her element; something takes over her, and she inevitably develops this special bond with the guy. I’m telling you this because I feel like vulnerability is not being stressed enough on this site, and what’s more, I feel like it’s being avoided. “But Roz… we’re alpha men! We’re strong, unfazed, unimpressed!” Right- but it’s okay to let down that facade once in a while; in fact, I strongly encourage you to.
That “feeling” I was taking about earlier- that feeling is one of the hardest to put into words. I’m going to try though- because I think it’s crucial that you get it. Here’s one “moment of vulnerability” if you will, that sticks out to me the most:
So I’m lying down on the bed with my boyfriend at the time, and we’re talking. I ask him to tell me more about his family- a subject he had always seemed to want to avoid. “We’re just not that close anymore” he says. I ask him why. He starts out vague, but then gives in- he tells me about his mother’s struggle with cancer. He tells me how his father took up drinking after her death. He tells me how he’s practically had to raise his little brother himself, and how worried he still gets for him.
His head is resting on my chest as he’s telling me all of this, and his words seem to be vibrating through me. I look down at him. He smells like Marlboro Reds and cologne. I’m holding him- this man that my girls say is nothing but a player, that my mother warned me not to get involved with, that I am constantly being told is “bad” for me, that up until now seemed so carefree, so intimidating and undaunted- and I want to cry, because what he’s saying really is breaking my heart, but in the most beautiful way. And for a brief second, I can actually feel him become vulnerable and fragile in my arms, like a little boy; and it’s not making me feel depressed or sad- rather, it’s eating away at me, and all I could think in that moment is “I want to make it better; let me make it better”. I felt this urge to tell him I loved him, and that he can trust me, that I’ll never hurt him, and that I’d take away all his pain and worries if I could. But it seemed pathetic to say so, and so I said nothing. I just listened.
I don’t know what other words to use to express to you how close I felt to him. I really hope you get it. Some of you work so hard to create this “alpha” image, and so you may be thinking “I don’t want her to think of me as a little boy, wtf!?” and if you are, you’ve truly misunderstood my point here- I’ve never seen this guy as anything less than a man. He was and remained “manly” and “alpha” in my eyes even after that conversation ended. What it did though was it made him “real”, and I needed that. We women like to nurture; we need something to feed on once in a while. Give us that, and we’ll inevitably form a sense of attachment to you.
-Roz _________________ NOTE: I'm taking a break from the site, and hence will not be responding to any messages! 
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