Take them at their word..

Of the many things I love about men, the one trait I consider most effective and admirable is their pragmatism and directness when dealing with uncomfortable issues; i.e. the ability to cut through the minutia of detail that unnecessarily layers a problem to get to the core issue. Men present facts without emotion, with enough analyzation of the simple data to assess, conclude and resolve the problem. Most women, including myself, when presented with an issue, get so overwhelmed with emotion and detail that they literally drown in the ancillary "white noise" of the drama, which ultimately obscures the core issue and thus prevents a practical assessment and conclusion.
Last night while out with my girlfriends at an upscale night club we sometimes frequent, I ran into my wonderfully practical and "NO BS" friend Matt, sometimes rough, always blunt, the epitome of the adage "say what you mean, and mean what you say" with no subterfuge in the sub context of his words. Listen closely ladies, for this is the point of this blog, cleverly disguised in the middle of my narrative rather than comprising the opening sentence. Listen to what men say, for they seldom beat around the bush, saying one thing but "meaning another" as we so foolishly delude ourselves when presented with rejection or an answer contrary to our desire. They don't like to prolong drama as we do. There are to many college football games to watch.
Back to Matt. After the requisite cordiality, I asked Matt how he was doing. His cryptic and emphatic reply "better than I was last night" opened the Pandora's box of my curiousity.
It seems that Matt was out alone the evening prior, enjoying a beer at a local watering hole. He was certainly not adverse to a night of no strings reciprocity with a willing female should the opportunity present itself as a relationship was the last thing on his mind.
The gods of physical gratificaton were smiling upon him, for soon thereafter drunk girl and her best friend, "buzzed girl" started chatting Matt up at the bar, engaging in the kind of banter that loudly infered their willingness to participate in some "no strings attached fun", whomever Matt decided to choose. Their good friend Jack Daniels turned on "drunk girl" making her feel ill and thus exit the bar. therefore Matt decided that "buzzed girl" would suffice. Now don't think badly of Matt; he is an honest about his intentions, whether it be to take a good woman out to dinner or a willing woman back to bed. and if the answer is no to either, then that is that, without any manipulation or dishonesty to gratify himself. After making out in the bar, the parking lot and before jumping in the cab, "buzzed girl" went from making sultry promises about that evening to feigning a headache and deciding she wanted to be alone. Matt chalked it up to alcohol and fickle females and headed home himself. Once home and dressed in sweats and a t shirt, his cell phone rang; the caller ID indicated "buzzed girl" had a change of heart and had become "willing girl". Thus at 2 am Matt was headed 20 minutes north up the freeway. True to his nature, before embarking on this adventure, Matt informed the girl he was not going to spend sixty dollars on a cab ride unless he was going to score. And who could blame him? He was laying his cards out on the table, with no BS. And what girl invites a stranger over to her house at 2am to play parcheesi. The female reiterated her desire to have fun, and thus Matt headed out into the evening, assured of the end result.
The evening did not turn out exatly as planned. Matt spent the next two hours dealing with a vasilating, unbalanced female who could not appreciate the importance of his uncomplicated and direct nature . "Willing" girl opened the door in sexy night clothes only to tell Matt she could not promise him "anything." Twenty minutes later she lay like a playboy model on the bed, (you get the visual picture), telling him she just wanted to "talk". Suffice to say at 4am Matt had enough and informed her of his depature. Strangely enough, she was angry, wondering why men disrepsected her and led her on, ultimately leaving her as he was now doing. Matt took one look at this cuckoo bird and being so wonderfully Matt, let her have it, reminding her that he made it perfectly clear his intention to hook up, and she should have taken him at his word and not wasted his time with her indecision. And ladies, the morale of this story is, when a man is good enough to lay out his cards at the beginning and tell you his true intent, take him at his word and spare yourself the mutual wasting of time and energy reading into his simple statement. Don't delude yourself that his directness was a ploy to disguise a deeper truth. Trust me it was not.