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Your Body and Male Entitlement

Your Body and Male Entitlement

In loving and intimate relationships, there are always things you need to negotiate on – where to eat dinner, who is preparing dinner, where to go on holidays, what colour you should paint the walls, how much money you save together for your agreed goals, and so on. These types of negotiations happen in healthy relationships.

Unfortunately, some men believe their female partners should also negotiate with them about other topics like:

  1. What you wear
  2. What you eat
  3. What you post on social media (when he and/or your children aren’t in the pics)
  4. What you wear when you post on social media
  5. What you weigh
  6. The size of your breasts (implants anyone?)
  7. Which other men you can talk to
  8. How much make-up you do or don’t wear.

These topics are NOT negotiation points and if you’re with a man (a term I am using very loosely in this instance) who insists on you negotiating about these, LEAVE.

You may think this advice is rather melodramatic but is it, really? Because I have to tell you, when you agree to negotiate about how you show up in the world, you are on a slippery slope to nowhere good. Your autonomy is not up for negotiation.

And quite frankly, I don’t give a damn about his feelings about this and neither should you. I would also wonder who taught him it was okay to tell you what you can and cannot do with your body. That sounds like a bad case of entitlement and he should get some therapy to resolve that issue while you move onto a man who has a healthy sense of self and respects you as the amazing goddess you are.

No man has the right to tell you how you should or shouldn’t show up in the world.

The right man will love you as you are and will not seek to control you. He will respect your autonomy and respect you as an individual who chooses her own path. Just like he chooses his.

Lucretia is an author, psychic and intuitive mentor who helps women live their purpose. Need some practical and honest advice about feelings, life or relationships? Visit DearLucretia.com to ask your question. Answers are FREE and your name will always be changed if your question is published.

My book is here!!

My book is here!!

So it’s here. My book, The Men I’ve Almost Dated, is available online. It’s out there.

Now.

Yikes! After such a long period of time, I can hardly believe it.

What if people hate it? What if they love it? What if they don’t care? The thoughts scurry through my brain before I come back, for a moment, to a place of inner calm because it’s done now. It’s born. All I can do is tell people about it.

So here’s the summary. The Men I’ve Almost Dated is about my life in my 30s, the men I dated (or almost dated), sex, dubious decision-making, divorce and men behaving badly. It’s not a ‘how-to guide’ on getting it right when it comes to men and dating. However, it may be a ‘how-to guide’ on how to get it atrociously wrong. I’ll let you be the judge.

Over the coming days and weeks I’ll be sharing more about my book on this blog and my social media channels – so keep your eyes peeled. But for now, if you’d like to grab yourself a copy, head over to my webpage for all the details. You can buy the eBook version today and the print version will be available in coming weeks.

Happy reading!

“OMG can totally I suck your toes please…”

A couple of months ago my friend Deanna* suggested I try a dating website her friends were using.

As most of you know, my previous online dating adventures haven’t ended well (see http://wp.me/pirqj-1m for the time I fled out the back door of a restaurant to escape my date). So I understandably reticent.

But Deanna* said her friends were actually scoring some good quality dates so I thought, “What the heck!”

I registered, drafted a few sentences for my profile, answered some questions and uploaded my photo.

The deed was done and I sat back to await contact from men who were ‘good quality dating material’.

The site automatically matches you with suitable partners. Well, that’s what they claim. I can’t say that I saw much evidence of it.

Within a day I’d received messages from a few men saying, “Hello!”

Well, sort of.

The messages were not so much “hello” as bad corny pick up lines and some really inappropriate comments.

Some of the highlights (and I use that term very loosely) were, “Hi queen, i think my eyes are stuck..cos i just can’t get em off you…” and “howdy there ma’am…how is thou doin?”

The lowlight was the man calling himself Tofu… who greeted me with “omg can I totally suck ur toes please…”

Ewwwww!!!

There were also approaches from men looking for polyamorous relationships. I have no idea what part of my profile indicated that I’d like to join their private harems.

And the things other men said they’d like to do on public transport were quite obscene.

There were messages from some men who appeared to be relatively normal. Donny* mentioned he needed a ‘sleep fan’ to sleep at night. But when I asked, “Wouldn’t that just give you a head cold all year round?” he didn’t respond.

I’m guessing I blew my chances by being a little cheeky (my sincere apologies to all the sleep fan devotees out there).

After a few weeks it seemed that Donny was the best of the lot.

There were other men who sent messages but it was clear from their profiles that we had little in common so I didn’t respond.

One of these guys, Mickey*, was only 24 years old. I didn’t respond because I’d made it clear that my preferred age group was 34+. I figured, why waste time for both of us and he clearly didn’t read my profile.

Anyway, evidently he got sick of waiting for a response or somehow knew that I’d deleted his message because, two days later Mickey sent me a one-word email. It just said, “bitc!h”.

I guess we know why he’s single.

I deactivated my profile the next day.

My score for quality dates was zero. But the site did provide me with some amusement, so it wasn’t a total waste of time.

My search for love continues…and no, you cannot suck my toes.

Attack of the ex flashback

images-85I had an ex flashback this week. There I was, minding my own business when I looked up and wham! there he was.

Well, it wasn’t actually my ex Gerry. But for a moment my heart stopped because this guy looked just like him.

After my brain registered that it wasn’t him and my heart started beating again, I found myself thinking about Gerry and the connection we had.

It was one of those highly sexual connections where quite frankly, we could have ripped each other’s clothes off at any moment. But sadly, possibly because he forgot to mention he had a girlfriend, our relationship didn’t quite work out the way I hoped.

In hindsight, this was probably a good thing.

I’ve been single for a while now and the Gerry story is not the only negative male-related scenario I’ve come across. In fact, my whole book (The Men I’ve Almost Dated – currently being edited) covers the bizarre and often dysfunctional behaviour I’ve witnessed on the dating scene.

Unfortunately, these experiences have had a rather nasty side effect for me. I now find myself being just a little too cautious and often a little too defensive around men. In fact, sometimes I’m so busy playing defense that I forget to open the door and let the good ones in.

I was out last night and I did exactly that with a man who definitely has possibilities. I shut him down. I was just a little too much of a smart-mouth. It was reflex thing and I’m not exactly proud of it. But hey, like most people, I am a product of my experience so I’m not going to beat myself up about it too much.

Instead I’ve decided to change course and try a different tack.

So tonight I’ve made contact and opened the door just a little so he can walk through it.

Who knows, he could turn out to be rather fabulous. I’ll just have to trust that he’s not another Gerry and wait and see what happens next.

Wish me luck.

Girls night out

Sometimes my girlfriends and I can solve the problems of the world. Other times we just talk trash.

Here are our findings from this evening.

1. Doing online research or cyberstalking about a new love interest can also be referred to as due diligence.

2. We all know about the sex haze. It blinds us to someone’s faults because all we can think about is ripping their clothes off and screwing their brains out. Apparently it’s now known as the façade (pronounced ‘fuc!k hard’). Spread the word.

3. In the confusion arising from male and female relationships, sometimes you just have to make decisions based on what your conscience can live with.

4. Being sober will enable you to move quickly when some drunk guy starts a random punch up. It won’t help you to avoid someone spilling their drink all over you.

5. A drunk couple can go from dry humping on the dance floor to a fight and being asked to leave by the bouncer within four minutes.

6. Drunk guys will always use their inebriation as an excuse to ‘accidentally’ touch you on the butt. You could slap their faces but really, who could be bothered.

7. Single girls need to think on their feet. For example, when a nice guy discovers you work nearby and says, ‘We should do lunch,’ the correct response involves an encouraging smile and something like, ‘Yeah, that would be great. When are you free?’

Responding with a ‘Yeah, we probably could,’ while looking at him as if he is a crazy person (because the invitation takes you by surprise) is kind of stupid.

8. Sometimes we will hook up with a man just because the sex is incredible…even when we know he is unworthy of a single minute of our time in every other respect.

9. ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’ is fabulous to dance to no matter how drunk or sober you are.

10. When we were teenagers the DJ was the hot guy everyone wanted to go out with. Now he is the weird bearded guy in the cap dancing madly to MmmBop by Hanson.

When chests are pressed

A man told me last night that one of the reasons he loves dancing tango is because, and I quote, “You get to dance with young women with their chests pressed into you.”

And yes, he said this…WHILE I WAS DANCING WITH HIM.

Now this man is lovely, a lot older than me, but yes he has always been invariably polite and urbane. And he’s a great dancer.

And no, before you ask, there has never been that kind of flirtation between us. A bit of friendly banter sure, but that’s as far as it went.

So what on God’s earth possessed him to say that to me?

After all, I had my chest pressed into him at the time so I couldn’t have felt any more awkward.

Gah!

Of course in true Lucy fashion I deployed my tried and true approach for all awkward situations – humour.

“I’m not drunk enough to have this sort of conversation,” I said.

Pause.

“Hang on, I haven’t had a drink all night.  I definitely can’t have this conversation.”

We both laughed and then talked about something else. Thank goodness.

If you know me, or you read my blog, you will know this kind of stuff happens to me regularly.

I don’t invite it and I don’t look for it (although I will admit that it provides fabulous blog material).

People (and all too frequently they seem to be men) will sometimes say and do  the strangest things.

And dancing seems to bring out some of the most ‘interesting’ behaviour I’ve seen.

There’s the man who decided to randomly kiss me on the cheek in the middle of  a dance class (absolutely uninvited); the man who decided to imitate a seventies porn star by looking into my eyes intently and slowly running his tongue over his top lip (ICK!!!!!!!); and the man who decided he would flick my bra strap while his girlfriend was on the other side of the room.

And those are just the highlights. Or should I call them the lowlights?

I’m including all these stories of slightly inappropriate male behaviour (and many others) in my book.

That would be the same book I’m procrastinating on by writing this blog instead.

Mmm. Must get back to that.

But before I go, please don’t let my words put you off dancing.

There are a lot of lovely men out there who dance beautifully.

And sometimes – when the moon and stars align – you may meet one (like I did last night) who not only moves like magic on the dance floor but is also kind of cute as well.