Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Dance of the hormone fairies

I don't know if I should be disturbed or amused by the fact that I have more in common with my teenage nephew than I thought.

While my oldest is entering the phase where the dance of the hormone fairies is beginning, he is still just wading into the waters of the big...the big...the big hor....ha, look, I can't even say it, so let me start over....

I've taken an informal poll amongst my friends.  We are all in our mid-to-late 30s.  And we are all being plagued by a similiar problem.

Somehow, in the middle of the night, someone snuck in and gave us the hormones of a fifteen year old boy.  And some of us didn't need any help to begin with, and are now plagued with thoughts that make our husbands blush.

I used to wonder why the guys in high school were so obsessed.  Drop a pencil, and as you are standing back up after you've retrieved it, you realize 5 sets of eyes are not looking at the chalkboard, but at the fact that your sweater gaped a bit more than it should have.  For a second,  I thought it was just because chivalry was dead.   Oh! <look down>  Ooops! <blush>

Now, I understand.  And sympathize. 

I think it's some kind of payback for all those teenage years when we couldn't be bothered with the changes all our male friends were going through.  All those years spent protecting our virtue, coming back to haunt us.  

It's a 'hitting our stride' thing, one of my friends suggested.

Unfortunately, another mentioned, our men are at a different stage at this point; although up to the challenge, they need a chance to breathe.

For pete's sake, who turns this down?  "Do you want to meet for lunch, or do you want to meet for <lower voice> lunch ?"

Time constraints?  Are you kidding me?

I don't know how long you've got, buddy, but I'm sure I could  work around it.


Anyway, suffice to say, there are some days that are just filled with carnal suffering.  Unfortunately, these days are often capped off by nights where the little ones don't go to sleep, or are up wandering the halls at inopportune times.

Times that try a woman's soul. 


**I have to add this--although he may not have time for me at exactly the time I have in mind, well...we do get it together and manage to be on the same page more than this entry might give the impression of...and considering that I actually have uttered the words "thank you" <without even thinking them first> recently, and forgotten my name on more than one occasion, let it be known that there is a reason why I am always chasing after him.**


deniden said...

If I'm like THIS now, I am certainly worried about when I "hit my stride". Christian sure as hell can't keep up now... lol


screaminremo303 said...

I always wondered why it took my folks so long to come back from Dairy Queen with the Dilly Bars. It also explains why they were always melted.

chseroo said...

Maybe my sexual season entry was something more like this... LOL

Ya know, maybe this is why women get younger men these days. So they can be at their peak together.


suzypwr said...

It's quite a mystery, but it sure happens like you said!

screaminremo303 said...

Nice save, but I'm still e-mailing this to all his co-workers.

onemoretina said...

I say, ENJOY !!  And don't worry ... this happens again at menopause.  It's kind of like your body's 'last hurrah' .... Tina