The First Thing To Go Out Of Your Buddy's House When He Gets Married Is...

QUOTE: "The reality is that female trolls who frequently derail discussions, are scared. Women are scared men will or have found out the truth about women. Women work hard to hide from men who they really are. Women work hard at creating an avatar that enables them to manipulate men. Men-only gatherings present the ultimate insecurity for women, that their mask of deception will be torn down and the unpleasant truth about women will be exposed to men."

That’s a pretty good way of describing it. It’s like they know if all the prisoners start talking, they’ll figure it out that something is wrong, and they’ll escape. In projection terms, it makes one wonder what women have always been talking about at their Koffee Klatches, doesn’t it?

What’s the first thing that goes out of the house when your best buddy gets married?

You!

And the rest of his friends… especially the unmarried ones.

She’ll allow him some “approved” friends alright – the husbands of her friends, and they are allowed to go to approved events together – like bowling night for two hours on Thursday night – maybe. In the winter. If it doesn’t interfere with his kitchen-bitching duties too much.

Mostly I’ve found that even when in “just a boyfriend/girlfriend” relationship with a woman, my relationships with my friends deteriorates – sure because of “less time spent together” – but even more, is how often when you do see your friends, the women are with the guys and so conversations become “approved for mixed company” and after a year or so, you start to realize how while you are still friends, you never really “talk” anymore. In fact, you can’t remember the last time you really “talked” with your friend – you know, the reason you actually became friends with the guy for in the first place.

You have no idea how many friends I have “lost”… lol, usually for about 4 or 5 years – until the rotating polyandry, er, divorce court, plunks him back into my life again.

Hmmmm. Same phenomenon as what is going on here, but in a different area of life?

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Excerpt from the essay: A Bachelor’s Complaint of the Behaviour of Married People – by Charles Lamb, (1775-1834)

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But this is not the worst: one must be admitted into their familiarity at least, before they can complain of inattention. It implies visits, and some kind of intercourse. But if the husband be a man with whom you have lived on a friendly footing before marriage, if you did not come in on the wife's side, -- if you did not sneak into the house in her train, but were an old friend in fast habits of intimacy before their courtship was so much as thought on, -- look about you -- your tenure is precarious -- before a twelve-month shall roll over your head, you shall find your old friend gradually grow cool and altered towards you, and at last seek opportunities of breaking with you. I have scarce a married friend of my acquaintance, upon whose firm faith I can rely, whose friendship did not commence after the period of his marriage. With some limitations they can endure that: but that the good man should have dared to enter into a solemn league of friendship in which they were not consulted, though it happened before they knew him, -- before they that are now are man and wife ever met, -- this is intolerable to them. Every long friendship, every old authentic intimacy, must he brought into their office to be new stamped with their currency, as a sovereign Prince calls in the good old money that was coined in some reign before he was born or thought of, to be new marked and minted with the stamp of his authority, before he will let it pass current in the world. You may guess what luck generally befalls such a rusty piece of metal as I am in these new mintings.

Innumerable are the ways which they take to insult and worm you out of their husband's confidence. Laughing at all you say with a kind of wonder, as if you were a queer kind of fellow that said good things, but an oddity, is one of the ways -- they have a particular kind of stare for the purpose -- till at last the husband, who used to defer to your judgment, and would pass over some excrescences of understanding and manner for the sake of a general vein of observation (not quite vulgar) which he perceived in you, begins to suspect whether you are not altogether a humorist, -- a fellow well enough to have consorted with in his bachelor days, but not quite so proper to be introduced to ladies. This may be called the staring way; and is that which has oftenest been put in practice against me.

Then there is the exaggerating way, or the way of irony: that is, where they find you an object of especial regard with their husband, who is not so easily to be shaken from the lasting attachment founded on esteem which he has conceived towards you; by never-qualified exaggerations to cry up all that you say or do, till the good man, who understands well enough that it is all done in compliment to him, grows weary of the debt of gratitude which is due to so much candor, and by relaxing a little on his part, and taking down a peg or two in his enthusiasm, sinks at length to that kindly level of moderate esteem, -- that "decent affection and complacent kindness" towards you, where she herself can join in sympathy with him without much stretch and violence to her sincerity.

Another way (for the ways they have to accomplish so desirable a purpose are infinite) is, with a kind of innocent simplicity, continually to mistake what it was which first made their husband fond of you. If an esteem for something excellent in your moral character was that which riveted the chain which she is to break, upon any imaginary discovery of a want of poignancy in your conversation, she will cry, "I thought, my dear, you described your friend, Mr. -- as a great wit." If, on the other hand, it was for some supposed charm in your conversation that he first grew to like you, and was content for this to overlook some trifling irregularities in your moral deportment, upon the first notice of any of these she as readily exclaims, "This, my dear, is your good Mr. ----." One good lady whom I took the liberty of expostulating with for not showing me quite so much respect as I thought due to her husband's old friend, had the candour to confess to me that she had often heard Mr. -- - speak of me before marriage, and that she had conceived a great desire to be acquainted with me, but that the sight of me had very much disappointed her expectations; for from her husband's representations of me, she had formed a notion that she was to see a fine, tall, officer-like looking man (I use her very words); the very reverse of which proved to be the truth. This was candid; and I had the civility not to ask her in return, how she came to pitch upon a standard of personal accomplishments for her husband's friends which differed so much from his own; for my friend's dimensions as near as possible approximate to mine; he standing five feet five in his shoes, in which I have the advantage of him by about half an inch; and he no more than myself exhibiting any indications of a martial character in his air or countenance.

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