Over-Sighted Expectations

Girl's expectations are complicated. That is the most easy-to-understand concept that encompasses one of the most tortuous. I'm not going to go into a list that expresses such as every girl is different nor am I going to impart upon you mine in case you feel that you need to apply them to every other girl. I hope however that you will not waste your time, energy and breath over finding out every individual girl's list of expectations as it would very possibly take you forever and an age in order to get a remote idea as to that direction.

I also firmly believe that you can't learn them solely while dating. Providing that things work out, they work out because God allows them to, no more no less and no other reason... but nine tenths of the time I have seen that guys realize a bunch of these met (and sadly sometimes not met) expectations during the trial and excitement of marriage.

In this day and age, I am entirely convinced that girl's expectations are soaringly higher... back in the day (you know: middle ages, 1800s etc.) it was just 'come from a good family, be an honest worker, give me good children'. It was a horrible, meagre, degrading way of thinking about things but it was the life that these women were subjected to... providing that they were subjected at all. Frequently (as I'm quite confident you know) they were set up by their parents, or more specifically their fathers in which would be the most beneficial arrangement for the family. I can't say that the idea of an arranged marriage appeals to me-- at all-- but the expectations were remarkably lower which let the guys off the hook in a more speedy manner.

These days girls watch chick flicks and collaborate all of these ridiculous and totally unattainable characteristics that are a 'must have'... so they say. And then they end up with a typical 1950s relationship... if you weren't popular and rich and going to the theatre and the opera and out shopping at Tiffany's the majority of the time, you were at home: your husband on the couch watching tv with alcoholic beverage in one hand, the other either on the remote or in a bowl of greasy, cheesy snacks that would steadily slide down his obese throat only to bunch around his middle. Dreadful existence.

Meanwhile, from the commercials of 'Hungry Man' that popped up between his ever-so-riveting program of mid-summer curling matches he would yell at you who would be in the kitchen trying to iron, talk on the phone to your mother and stir a pot of SPAM that was consistently giving a horrible gurgle from the stove top.

You had one of the triplets balanced on your hip, the second was in his highchair screaming at the top of his lungs with upturned plastic bowl on the tray in front of him and a horrible whiff coming from his pants and the third advancing slyly upon the toaster (which was on your diner-style kitchen table) with a struggling goldfish grasped in one pudgy hand.

You would look around the room, apron on sideways and beehive hairdo skewed to the right due to the trials of triplets, wondering how your life as a then popular, sexy and successful showgirl had landed you with one of the laziest individuals on this side of Manhattan in the dumpiest corner suburb in the state in naught but a trailer.

You had had a future full of bright lights, happy-go-lucky music and sparkles and money, but was it enough for you?

Now as you glance around the linoleum and vinyl, the screaming toddlers that pull at your hair and your earlier pressed dress, your once attractive husband sprawled in a hulking, balding mass on the threadbare sofa, your now dead-end life that leads to nowhere but sleazy american college debts as you struggle to put your children to a better life than you had. Is it worth it?

Be ye careful men. We love you too much to fall into the expectation life of women. Choose carefully, you'll be stuck with her for better or worse as you vow at the alter. And before God, please do not break that promise.