My husband and I like to go out to listen to bands, most often a Doo Wop band that we like. From time to time he’ll mention how romantic a particular song is. When I actually listen to the lyrics, mostly written by men, I can’t help but notice a common thread.
First, they are madly, crazily in love with a woman. She has beautiful eyes. She makes him happy. He can’t live without her.
And then, apparently, she takes off with another man. He wants her back. He must have her back. Life as he knows it is over. He’ll never be happy again.
She done him wrong—so why does he want her back? I find this baffling.
At other times he’s the one who’s done something bad. Something so bad she walks out the door. But please, please, he begs…come back! He made a mistake. He won’t do it again. He’s in misery.
Please understand that I’m looking at this from the perspective of a woman of a certain age. I have no idea what goes on in today’s romantic relationships. But this whole idea arouses my suspicions.
I work with elderly people, and often I’ll mention something to one of the men, and he’ll say “I don’t know. My wife always took care of that.”
Surely these men aren’t bemoaning the loss of their true love because—who will do the laundry and make dinner? That can’t be right.
In our books we often have the commitment-phobic alpha male who must be tamed and coaxed into sticking around, and yes, I know romance novels are fantasies, but lately I’ve been wondering if this is an accurate representation of the male mind or if they’ve got us all fooled.