Sounds like your wife revoked your Man Card
Recently I met up with an old friend who used to ride quite often. It’s been about 5 years since we last saw each other and when we met up, he asked me if I still rode. I replied and told him about my outing that same morning with Lady P. I then asked him if he still rode. Before he could respond, his head looked down and said with a disappointed tone, “No, I don’t even have a bike anymore.” Then he went on about how he’s so busy with work that he just didn’t have time then and how he doesn’t have time now. I replied by saying, “dude, something has to give. You need to make some changes so you can be sane and healthy.” Before he could respond, his wife jumps into the conversation about her husband can’t ride because he’s too busy for work and that will NOT be riding because of work. She basically killed any ideas he may have gotten about riding in the near future that very moment. I think what bothered me the most is this…Wives should be more understanding that Men have this built in NEED to do gnarly stuff. It’s engrained in us to do cool things that remind us that we’re MEN! I don’t care if you’re some Gamer Nerd or Physicist, you too need to get natural angst out!
But when a woman kills that in a man, it really bugs me. Call me blessed to have a wife who completely understands this, but even when Lady P and I were dating back in high school, she encouraged me to go do stupid things with my friends. Now as a married couple, she still does this for me. What sucks about women like my friend’s wife, is that she has made him domesticated. Nothing wrong with a man who is prim and proper, but he will have needs to go do something fun or even dangerous just to help him be in touch with his manly side. You know what else happens to men who are domesticated, they become sissies and wimps who drink Orange Mocha Frappuccinos, then their wives end up complaining to their friends about how her husband is not “Man enough.” Ugh…
Back to my friend, wow. Not only was I surprised by the wife’s response, but I felt really bad for him because you can tell that he is itching to go ride, but because of his “work” she won’t let him. Ugh…lame if you ask me. Anyhow, if you’re one of those poor fellas that has a wife like that, yikes, I feel sorry for you. But see if you can work something out. Heck get her into mountain biking, perhaps that will change her tone about it and because of if it, she may give you back your Man Card.
Wow, what BS!! My Wife does not care for try Mountain Biking, nor does she want me to get hurt but at least she lets me do my thing. I can thank her mom for giving her a carefree, live life, boys will be boys attitude.
The other part of this that’s BS is… Who wants to work at a job that takes away ALL your free time? That is not living.
I go ride in the mornings and manage to get back in time to go on a lunch date with my wife. If she demands more than that, well.. that’s just being greedy. not only has his Man Card been revoked, she tore it up into little pieces and burned it in the flames of Estrogen. Sounds like he’s going to have to start all over learning to be a man and reapply for the written test.
Ya I agree Big Mike. I was taken aback by how she wanted to shut down the conversation. I was almost worried that they might read this article, but I just remembered, he doesn’t ride anymore!
First the good news — I have accomplished all but 1 of the tasks on the Man Card. I can not grow a mustache no matter how much Rogaine I sprinkle on my upper lip. At least I’ll never be confused for a terrorist or child molester. Now the bad news — at work I carry a drug box. It contains narcotics for pain, IV sugar for diabetes, opiate blockers for overdoses, and a whole slew of heart meds. The one med we joke about giving are “man pills.” Like when a 27 year old 6’2″ 250 lb man calls 911 at 2:00 am cause he stubbed his toe getting up to pee. “Hey, you got any man pills in that box?” my engineer asks me. Or, sometimes know by their trade name Act-Rites. However, no dose of Act-Rite will cure a case a absent testicles like in RL’s friend’s case. That’s another thing RL. What kind of friend are you? You are heading to Vegas and you don’t offer to take your friend’s wife to one of the many holes known to be in the desert. I’m just saying many a problem marriages can be solved with sharp objects and a shovel.