I am hugely ensconced in the screenplay for 'Men With Axes' and as ever what is being written reflects into life - and vice versa.
Some women - people - are naturally more passionate, romantic than others (Those others might call it obsessive, foolhardy). We carry a torch for a man, wear him in our lapel like a brooch even though he is far away. Our friends say 'Move On' or this state of being is 'Unrequited' but do we only love when it is returned? It seems somewhat calculating. Last weekend I saw Joseph Fiennes in 'Cyrano de Bergerac' as a man who loved his cousin for fifteen years and died without telling her - Why do we not have romance like this in our lives any longer. Move on. Get Over It.
But I digress. There have been motions that it was simply my bad choices that created the fraught relationships in Argentina. While I do not discount the fact that the bad boy is generally more appealing (and as Carlos told me, men prefer women that way too), it is hard to imagine that the vast majority of the women in Argentina are all making the same poor choices. Maybe there are no good choices available. For at least a decade it has been my theory that the men who are able to form relationships do so - Hence the adage 'All the good ones are taken' - and all the others are swimming around in a pool of 'Bad choices'.
I always felt in Argentina that the men were operating in a microcosm of the 1950s - sometimes even the 1850s. Relations were like something out of 'Tess of the D'Urbevilles' where the cad was always disappearing and leaving you with a life in ruins. Or they were something like the pre-liberation movement years when women were possessions in the home like the car in the garage, looking after children or ancients, while the men went off together and had all the fun.
The men were stuck and had not yet caught up with What Women Want now. Still needing to look after - read 'dominate' - their woman when women are capable of looking after themselves and want a partner to stimulate them in multiple forms. They are still looking at women as they look at their Mothers. But we are not their Mothers - we are no longer our Mothers. We might have a long wait for the stragglers to catch up.
The answer? There is no answer. Every single answer to this question is the same set of games to play and repressing of your personality to suit his caprice. Forget it. He needs to get with the new Woman (And once they get it - the good ones like it. Only the controllers resist). The answer is to get out there with your girlfriends - Adventure, discover yourself, do some challenging things and watch how the men will start flocking around fascinated.
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