My husband recently took a trip with a friend, and along their route they thought they would stop in and visit a few strip clubs. I know this isn’t one of his favorite activities, but it was a male bonding trip, so he went along. When he returned home, he commented that things had changed alot since his last visit to a strip club some ten years ago. The girls, he claimed, were slightly larger in size, many had little stomachs like we get after having a baby, and very few fake boobs.
”And how do you feel about that?”, I asked, already knowing the answer.
”It was cool, they were very sexy. They were ……. real women”, he replied.
Exactly. Sure there will always be men who are attracted to the twenty year old cheerleader type. But the majority of men outgrow that, and start becoming attracted to something else. Men begin looking for a connection, or some sort of sign that they can relate to a woman. The twenty year old girl might be fun to look at real quick, but they no longer can keep his attention. He has already had the drama of an immature relationship, maybe even with the younger version of ourselves, and now wants to be comfortable.
There was a time when I was slightly insecure about my body, and signs of age. Then I realized that men did not notice the things I had been taught were horrible disfigurements of age and childbirth. And if they did notice them, they were an assurance that I had a series of life experiences behind me that they could relate to. They were comforting that I was real, not hiding behind a facade, and had traveled down many of the same life’s journeys as they had.They were an affirmation to them, and now I treat them as the same.
