Men Are Like Oxygen ..

Just yesterday, a colleague, Astley, told me a very interesting analogy.

Men are like oxygen. You know its there but you can't see it.

I'm sure he made this up. But why would I want a man, in this case - my boyfriend, there.. but "not there"?

He said that I needed to understand that a boyfriend was there all the time. I know he's there. But I don't need to see him to know he is there.

He gave this example :
If you were sick and you called me, I would tell you to go to the doctor. My logic is because only the doctor can cure you. I would not go to the chinese sinseh and get herbs and stuff to boil or come over to your house to rub your back to make you feel better or run to the local supermarket to get tissues for you. But if you need some money to PAY for the doctor, then I'm there for you. Because its something that I can do.

What is it with men? They know WHAT to do, what they SHOULD DO! To make a woman feel good. But yet,they refuse to do it? I'm referring to the :
Oh, you're sick, Baby. Let me make you feel better. (Man : I'd rather have sex! That would make me feel good!)
Do you need another blanket? (Man : Just don't expect me to get in with you!)
Should I give you a massage? (Man : Please say No.)
Do you want me to stay home with you and keep you company? (Man : I'd rather go out and be with my buddies since you won't be much fun!)

Astley said that I should treat my boyfriend like a friend. If I'm able to do that, then my man would love me for it. Well, I do treat my boyfriend like a friend. Sometimes. When we talk about common, general things like work or photography. But then, I treat him like a boyfriend other times. I WANNA treat him like a boyfriend. Like when I hug him even if he reeks of cigarette smoke or tell him that he looks good with his 3-day-old stubble all over his face. Or that he's cute when he smiles even if his teeth are a little crooked. If he were just a friend, I'd tell him to shave, shower and get his teeth fixed! But because he's my boyfriend, I love all that about him. Smoke, stubble and all!

And besides, I have my regular friends. Friends that will tell me to see the doctor when I'm sick, logical friends that will not pamper me just because I'm making wontons in bed or coughing my lungs out. They have lives of their own. Their own boyfriends or girlfriends, husbands and wives, that they need to take care of and be with. They have no time for me.

I need a BOYFRIEND.