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Created on: May 07, 2008
Let me paint you a picture of a man: Is immersed in entertainment at a high degree. Television, movies, fantasy novels, comics, games and the internet is their perfect drug.
May exhibit high amounts of character and speak of things in almost a passionate way. This man is still an infant to the concept of love.
The combination of entertainment as a form of escapism; from reality; has led them to believe in love as the be all to end all. That and when it's introduced to their lives, it'll be the perfect moment that'll never go away.
First it begins with learning everything possible about the other individual. All possible conversations of what the guy likes and how it relates to their partner ensues. The special places and moments are burned into his memory for all eternity.
Sex then becomes the new opiate. It's wonderful and rewarding. Better than anything he's ever had before; he's memorized every detail about the partner's body and the act itself.
Like all drugs, it's addicting and it overwhelms completely. The act becomes routine and familiarity breeds' contempt. Even the act is no longer worth remembering and discarded in anticipation of the next hit.
This my readers is when the man becomes an idiot. Sex makes men stupid. Continuous sex makes men stupid continuously. For the man, life now becomes a routine of eating, sleeping, entertainment and sex. If the partner is lucky, the man will realize that sex must be preceded and followed by excitement and love. Instead it's a lazy urge, weak effort and a squat in the groin, often followed by rolling over and sleeping.
The break up is never simple. It is always spectacular.
The partner in this situation is always the first to act. It could be any day in any time or place. The manner in which it's performed is many as there is a medium. Be it letter, phone call, e-mail or one of my favorite, radio show, it'll forever shatter what the man believes to be his imagined self.
This is grief. No one simple switches off. There is no such thing as closure. The man is now a pile of trash. Kubler-Ross identified the five stages of grief. Let's apply this to the stages of a break up.
Denial: This isn't happening to me! This must be a test of my love that everyone goes through to have an everlasting relationship. She can't break up with me, I broke up with her. I'm such a great lover and have a collection of Star Trek memoriabilia.
At this stage the male is unable to accept the situation let alone accept that they may have done something
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