The first mistake women making in assuming that all men are dogs is this, they are not. It’s that simple, all men are not dogs. The reason women-tend to think so is because that seems to be the type of men they’re attracted to, therefore that’s what they meet. Now, it’s really not you’re fault on the surface that you are attracted to these type of men. Actually it’s basic nature. We all know that in every species the female is attracted to the most aggressive of the male species in order to insure the survival of her offspring. Trust me there are no more aggressive males on the planet than the men women call dogs.
However, for this lesson I’m going to explain to you how men with great looks, charming personalities, intelligence, coming from good homes with great maternal relationships become dogs. Trust me when I tell you this, they were not born this way. So you can conclude that men, all men are not born this way. So let’s remove Nature from the equation, shall we?
When I was in my heyday, chasing skirts all around the globe I knew how and why I’d become a dog. I knew the exact time in my life that I’d made this mysterious transformation and I knew the cause. (I’ll tell you bout this event in a little bit, so stay with me, OK?) Also, I knew that being a dog had nothing at all to do with sexual conquests. As usual dogs hang out together, clubs on weekends, strip clubs on Wednesday’s, a bar on the other nights of the week while looking for something new to hit.
Once while out drinking a few beers with some fellow dogs, I decided to ask each of them the question all women around the world wanted to know. How could a clean cut, intelligent, career minded, financially set, family loving man become a dog?
When I asked this question, everyone laughed, but no one answered. You see, I already knew the answer as all men do but for fear of looking weak no one was willing to speak up. After several more beers, melancholy began to set in and as if like clock work they all began to speak about why they had become dogs. You see, there is no how to this equation either, it’s just why.
Then one by one they all let down their guards for several moments and recalled the events in their lives that changed they way they felt about women and falling in love in general. Coincidentally, as I said above, it had nothing to do with sexual conquests.
I heard one story after another and in the end they were all the same. Now, do you really want to know why men become dogs, and are unwilling to commit to relationships?
Here goes, every man I’ve talked to that chased women as much as I have and at times possessed two to as many as five girlfriends at a time did so to protect his heart. Let me explain further. Each of us sat in the bar that night confessed that when we were in our teens we’d all fallen in love with a teenage girl. At some point in the relationship, this silly ass teenage girl had taken our hearts and our professed love for her and basically stomped on it.
In one story she had dropped my friend for an older guy, in another he was seeing someone behind one friends back and still another she was sleeping with her neighbor. Regardless of whom she was, what State she lived in or what her ethnic background was the fact remains that young girls, teenagers, create dogs.
These become the same dogs that torment women for years to come. All the guys at the table that night echoed the same message, this one. “In order to never ever feel like I did when she ripped my heart out, I made a promised to me that I’d never ever love another one like that again. To protect myself I’ll have multiple girlfriends and in the event one leaves me, or cheats on me, who cares I’ll always have my backups.”
To a man there are things some feel are worse than death, and at the top of the list is to have someone you love spurn your love or abuse it. So hopefully you can imagine the pain these guys felt in their teens. It’s a known fact that girls mature faster than boys. When I tell you this, you can take it to the bank, the first love of my life I can still see her face all these years later and emotionally I hate her. I hate her for what she did to me and the many women that came after her.
As I promised earlier, here’s my story of what made me a DOG! I’m not proud of my past but it has shaped who I am today as a man, husband and father. Oh, by the way I’ve only told this story to my friends from above and my wife, so consider yourself special.
When I was 16 I was king of the hill, at least for awhile anyway. I was a starter on the H.S. Football, Basketball and Baseball teams. The basketball team had just come off winning the State Championships for the first time in 11 years. Man, those days were great. It was a few weeks before our first football game and while we were practicing I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was practicing with the band as they prepared for the first game. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her and I had this feeling in my stomach I’d never had before, reminded me of having butterflies before a big game.
I asked our quarterback, and he informed me that she was a Majorette and a new in coming sophomore to the school. I was kind of confused because until the moment I laid eyes on her the only things that had been on my mind was school and sports, girls were an after thought. For the next couple of weeks I did everything I could to get close to her and after several attempts I succeeded. We began talking on the phone and things kind of took off from there.
After about a month I was hopelessly in Love. I carried her books to class and waited for her after school when I wasn’t traveling to games or practicing. Things went well and we made it through football season. However, we lost our homecoming game and she had asked if I was going to the Homecoming dance? I told her that if we lost I wouldn’t be going, I was very competitive in those days and I hated to lose. However, when I got home I realized that although we lost I still should not pass up an opportunity to spend some time with my girl.
So after dropping off my dad I jumped back into the car and headed back to the dance. When I arrived I had to locate a parking spot and it took me a little while. When I finally located one I had to walk about two blocks to the school. Once I arrived to the actual school grounds a couple of cars were leaving, one of the cars was a teammate and he stopped to ask why I had returned. When I told him he had this strange look on his face. The he said” Take a good look inside the third car behind me when I pull off, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” With that he was gone, when the third car approached me I looked inside and it was a guy from the band and a girl, they were the only two in the car and she was sitting so close to him she was almost on his lap. She looked up at me and I realized it was my girl!
I was crushed. Unless you’ve been kicked in the stomach by a 250lb running back you could never understand how I felt at that moment. I didn’t know what to do, I went home to see if she would call and explain. She didn’t call that night or the next. I called her, she wasn’t home. I went looking for her and couldn’t find her. I needed answers and I needed them right then. I went to my friend’s house and asked him about the situation.
He told me that it had been going on for awhile, that the guy in the car was a Senior in the band and he was with her even when I was at practice or traveling with the team. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and couldn’t concentrate. My heart ached and I wanted to scream, but for some reason I thought no one would hear me. I didn’t know how to talk to my dad about it and talking to my mom was out of the question. My brother whom was always there to explain things to me about life was away in the Military.
I was screwed. Football season was over and to mask my pain I dived right into basketball. The sad thing was all I could think about was her. Finally, about two weeks later I was in my locker and she walked up to me to ask if we could talk. Looking back now it is kind of funny, I had all these pent up emotions, anger being at the top of the list. However, I loved her so much I couldn’t bring myself to say the things that needed to be said.
I listened to her spin this tale of how her parents and this guys parents were friends. According to her the parents had been trying to hook them up since they were in grade school. She convinced me that the night they were in the car he was only taking her home and that they were attempting to try to convince their parents whom all were at her home waiting for them, that they were a couple so they would leave them alone.
Now I know your next question is the same a mine was. What about me? She had an answer for that too. You see, I came from the wrong side of the tracks and it wouldn’t go over well with them. However, with his help and the families thinking they were an item, it would allow her to spend time with me and they would think she was out with him. I must have been crazy, after all these years I still cannot believe I fell for this shit! But I did.
A few weeks later I discovered that my Father was sick, however as most kids think, your father is the strongest, hardest man you’ve ever seen and he is invincible. My father was going through chemotherapy and everyone assured me he’d be ok, including him. In the mean time I’m still chasing after this girl, whom has me by the heart and is having her way with me. None of her stories are matching and I’m getting more suspicious by the day. Finally, I was setting in drafting class working on a project and I realized that two of the guys in the band were in my class. (It was a big school) Over lunch I asked them about her and her friend. To my amazement, he was a close friend of theirs and the story they told me was no where close to the one I’d gotten from her.
I was really pissed at these new revaluations. My father was rushed to the hospital and I still didn’t know the full magnitude of what was really happening to him. I was so wrapped up with her and her lies I’d pretty much convinced myself that he was going to be ok. My father passed away on Christmas Eve of that year. I cried like I’ve never cried before and I blamed myself for not being there.
They buried him on New Years Eve and those two days stay with me because of these events to this day. I was angry with the world because my father had passed away, but I was angrier with myself because from the time I’d discovered he was sick until the time he expired was approximately three and a half months. Had I not been so caught up behind this female I would have handled the whole situation a whole lot differently. I would have spent more time at home talking with my dad like we used to do before I met her, I would have been there to do things for him like I used to do before I met her.
I couldn’t get over the fact that he was gone and I had wasted so much time and effort on a girl whom didn’t give a shit about me anyway. I lost time that I could have spent with my father, and I’ll never, ever, get back.
As time moved forward and I became more successful in school and particularly in sports I became a big target for women. (I eventually accepted a scholarship to play College Basketball) However, I was damaged goods in the relationship department. I did not and could not trust women I had already determined this. So I made a promise to myself, I would never give my heart to another woman, ever. If she got it, she’d earn it and trust me I was going to make it as difficult as possible. I never wanted to have that feeling in my heart again, where I couldn’t breath, couldn’t eat, and couldn’t sleep because of a woman.
I became a dog that day; I became someone whom the words relationship and commitment was totally erased from my vocabulary. I surrounded myself with beautiful women and I made all of them feel special, but I already knew that they were just there to amuse me until the next one walked by.
Now to recap all that I’ve said here today I think you may understand a little bit more about us as men. We’re not born disrespecting women, hell; I love my Mom and sisters to death. However, with them I was always safe. I could love them unconditionally and never worry about them breaking my heart.
The reason men become dogs is through nurture, something, an event triggers this response as a defense mechanism. Protecting their heart is the only way they can function in a relationship. If you think that this post is B.S., then, try this, all of you know someone who is a dog, right? Sit down with one you feel comfortable with, your brother, cousin, uncle or best friend and ask him this question. “Who hurt you?”