Were men born to love themselves?

While sitting with my daughter in the car the other day something she said reminded me of this old post. I think you’ll enjoy it.

 

At what age do men stop loving themselves?

Why you may ask am I picking on men? Dont women spend hours each day, making sure they look good?photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wbeem/6946584407/">wbeem</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/">cc</a> Yes you are correct, and many of us women do indeed like what we see. However what I refer to in my title, is a type of “loving” only applicable to men. Let me explain what prompts me to ask this question.

Well it’s a teenager in our local village. Not any ordinary teenager.
No, this is a teenager who loves himself dearly.

How do I know?

Sure it’s plain to see. Every day he struts around the village, chatting and laughing with his friends,
with his hands completely stuck down the front of his tracksuit!

Now I know boys are born,photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bitzcelt/3270345447/">bitzcelt</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/">cc</a> with an innate love for themselves. As babies even a nappy would not separate them, as they had fun together. Summer was a joy, as there was so little to keep them apart.

However I would assume by the time they went to school, this bond would begin to break.
At least in public anyway.

I know that as the years pass, and small boys become big boys, stress and over excitement can on occasions,
cause these two to reunite. But this teenager beats all.
Such is his love for himself, that even during the most ordinary of moments,photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/svenjajan/3189116341/">vanessa_hutd</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/">cc</a>
walking with friends, he cannot leave the love of his life alone.

I am at a loss. I imagine the hygiene of a simple handshake,
and I shudder. I ask myself when will these two separate?

For his own sake,
I hope the separation when it comes is painless. Because if I was his mother,
and I saw him walking around the village every day, hand in hand with the love of his life, I would feel duty bound to ensure the separation was in fact,
painful and permanent!

photo credit: vanessa_hutd via photopin cc
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10 thoughts on “Were men born to love themselves?

  1. Oh my….my Buddy relishes every chance he gets to play with his bestie down below. I mean it’s not like girls usually walk around poking at themselves. I guess it’s just too tempting or something. Boys are weird..

  2. Haha this is so good! I was all ready to defend men and the fact that they do seem to look after number one but are there when it counts for everyone else but, wrong context! Am waiting for the lads to start this kind of stuff but lucky so far…;)

  3. Playing pocket pool. Ha! It seems they always have to check there to make sure they haven’t lost it since the last time they checked two seconds ago! I mean really guys… What’s up with that?

    1. Thanks Tara. So glad you enjoyed it. I saw you and Bun nominated in bloggers bash awards. Well done you. You were both robbed. (I’ve splinters sitting on that fence 🙂 )

      1. I’m not on the fence… I voted for Bun! He’s brilliant. It’s a travesty he didn’t win. But as long as it doesn’t put him off blogging we’re all winners 😉

        If you need salve for those splinters, by the way, I’m your woman.

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