I was sitting at a cafe listening to a conversation between two couples on why George Clooney has never been married. Naturally one guy with arms the size of grapefruits said, he’s probably gay, there can be no other reason.
The other, who to me seemed a lot more on the ball, said it was because Clooney was smart causing one of the women presumably his wife (she wore a wedding ring and a dirty look) to ask, “And what’s that supposed to mean Jack?” “He’s got the world by the balls,” Jack said, “so he doesn’t have the same needs the rest of us have.” Nice save there pal since the Missus seemed to buy it.
I’m convinced many men want to be George Clooney for obvious reasons. He’s handsome, rich and yes, he has the world by the balls.
I feel some people who are really comfortable with themselves don’t necessarily require a live-in, legal partner. I happen to be one of them. Of course I wish I had old George’s money but that’s not really the issue here.
Self-possession is what’s on the table.
Being self-possessed means to be calm, confident and in control of one’s feelings.
If you like your own company and enjoy time by yourself, a very healthy habit by the way, you can have relationships that come with space. I’m not speaking of screwing other people, it’s just that more air flows between you allowing both parties to flourish individually as well as together.
George seems to practice this since he always has a beauty on his arm, but he clearly doesn’t want a wife and kids, at least not up till now. But who knows what’s gestating in the wings.
The other girl said, “Why does he always break up with his girlfriends after a year or two?”
“It’s cause he can’t commit,” said Jack’s wife.
“He sure trades-em in like cars, doesn’t he,” snapped Grapefruit.
“Yeah but, wouldn’t it just be easier to stick with one you already know how to drive?”
Wow, did I want to put my two cents in. I was frothing at the mouth. First of all, we don’t know the particulars but I can tell you this, I’m betting George terminates because of the female pressure that arises after a certain amount of time goes by.
Women have an agenda. We do. It’s: first we’re dating, now we’re exclusive, we’re thinking of moving in together but I really want him to give me a nice big, fat ring first, so I know he cares. You know this is exactly how it goes. We can never just be satisfied with what is. We have another goalie to make or we’re just not happy. Now I realize when one wants children it’s a whole other ballgame…tick-tock and all that…but I’m referring to basics…the soap and water.
I can say this because when I was younger I too was a prowling princess. My self-esteem, or lack of it, had to always know that more was coming. What I learned was that I was actually repelling the man I was with.
Men don’t like to be hunted. That’s their job, to hunt and bag you. I’m not saying you should lie in the trap with your legs open, but you participate, by being femininely female and not so neurotically needy. Men love that too. Trust me. Dislodge yourself from that hip…NOW.
Boy, could I lecture on this.
If I knew in my 30s and 40s what I know in my 50s (you’re in a frenetic free fall in your 20s), God knows what would have happened. For those young’uns out there who only want a husband, trust is much more valuable than an 8 carat diamond. If I found a man I was smitten with and he with me and I could trust him, it would be like winning the Kentucky Derby and I’d be very content to say the least.
Also, men act much better if you leave them the fuck alone. I watched how the 2 women treated theirs like big kids with cash. I was so turned off. I’ve said it before, leave their balls alone unless you’re about to nuzzle them sweetly. Emasculation kills…would make a great bumper sticker…but let’s go back to George.
I’ve never heard anything mean said about him. He’s tremendously generous with his money, a great friend along with having wonderful parents that he’s very close to. Yes, he lives a royal life, no question, but he’s earned it…he wasn’t always this successful. He also consciously spreads his wealth so what if he never does tie the knot?
I had a George sighting once when, at The St. Regis Hotel’s King Cole Bar he picked up my wallet that had fallen onto the floor. I wrote about it in an essay that ran in More Magazine and yes, my heart almost burst at the seams. He was handsome, polite, charming and oozed sex appeal like a fountain of porn. I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten over it.
I think he’s not married because he’s just plain happy as a single man. I wouldn’t screw around with that recipe either. And maybe if the woman on his arm would just be happy too, who knows what could happen.