I’d like to expand a bit on my last post. I implied that my friends, the musicians and artists, were not as stable or reliable but I realized that I was missing a very key point, and that is the ego. I know a lot of guys that are artistic and making a very good living at it. But their inflated, or should I say fragile ego’s often get in the way.
The ego is a delicate subject. When you put yourself out there in the world you must have tough skin. I know this all too well because I have put myself out there many times and have felt the sting of disapproval cut through my ego like a knife. It can tear us apart in a jealous rage and rob us of what truly matters in life.
Italian men seem to be the at the top of the heap when it comes to fragile egos. How many guys do you know that drive a fancy car and work out at the gym everyday? Self confidence is very attractive, and being fit is also a plus, but when a man feels the need to change wives on a regular basis or have a woman half his age I have to wonder what the real issues are? Are Italian men so incredibly insecure that they need to find a woman half their age to prove their verilty? Or are they trying to keep pace with that Casanova reputation that was carved in stone centuries ago?
At 30 and 40, I have been lucky enough to attract younger men. Great for my ego, yes, but apart from that I’m not sure that I could see myself trying to keep up with a guy 10+ years younger than me. I think the extra effort to keep up would be exhausting (remember, I am lazy). I know that being with younger people makes you feel younger, but I don’t really have a desire to be younger than my 44 years. I’m quite comfortable with my age. I feel like I am somewhere in the middle of being too old to worry about impressing anyone and young enough to still rock out if I feel like it.
I recently read that Heather Locklear keeps her young looks because she stays out of the sun and sleeps on her back! I’m sorry, but a day at the beach is never going to skip me by just so I can look younger and neither is a good nights rest with my face smashed up against a comfy pillow. If I had her money I could also afford weekly facials at the spa and a personal trainer that looked like Brad Pitt.
I remember the first time my husband came to the airport to pick me. I prayed that he didn’t have some fancy sports car that I wouldn’t be allowed to eat gelato (for the record, Italians don’t seem to eat in their cars as much as Americans). It’s not that I don’t like fancy or fast cars, but my experience has been that the more ripples he has in his stomach, the more leather he has in his car and the more gel he has in his hair usually is an indication that he will hog the bathroom mirror, use all the hot water and not let me eat gelato in the car! Which equals not good husband material for me, haha.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be spending my date nights on the bus either. But if my husband thought leather seats were going to impress me then he has never sat in them wearing a short skirt on a cold night…