Because real feminine women love masculine men. Men have their own notions of masculinity.
If you can not write - do not write! This truth was taught to me by my mentor, an old Norwegian. He worked as a whaler, spent weeks spinning in the sea on some old kalosh under the proud name "Naglfar", and when he returned, he taught me to the best of his ability the laconic wisdom of this simple life. I remembered his words forever and even got a tattoo on the back of my head under my hair.
But the point is different - I could not help but write and take advantage of the teacher's advice, no matter how hard I tried, I could not. Here's another topic that worries me so much that I can't resist, and I'm writing again!
While we're on the subject of Norwegian whalers, let's continue in the same vein. How do you think there is something more masculine in our world? Imagine a picture, a splint, a comic strip, a poster, an icon - a man and the sea, a whale and Jonah, nature and freedom, a storm and a Viking … Well, what can be opposed?
Soviet steelmaker? Powerful, but somehow Lumpen-style, depressing. Japanese samuraai? Okay, but there is some kind of exquisite soldier's perversion in this. A German soldier is not bad either, but no longer. Gagarin? Yes, but too detached from the Earth. And the Norwegian whaler is a lump of meaning and associations! What woman would not want to lie under such a human being? Yes, there are many of them - but this is their mistake.
Why did Pierrot walk around the world all in snot with sleeves not rolled up? Because Malvina did not love him. Why didn't Malvina love Pierrot? Because he walked around the world in snot with sleeves not rolled up! It's that simple. And there seems to be only one way out - to wipe the snot and roll up your sleeves.
Because real feminine women love masculine men. Snot, drool and tears are acceptable but only for a good reason … For example, on the credits of "Titanic" or while listening to works by Dvorak. Here you can shed a tear, do not hold back, otherwise there will be stress.
So what is masculinity? Formula, please! Clear, clear, simple, like trinitrotoluene. Men have their own concepts of masculinity, often they do not coincide with women. For some, blowing your nose onto the sidewalk, pinching your nostrils with your fingers is a very courageous act. For someone it will be extremely courageous to scratch oneself in the groin meaningfully and generally touch it there more often, even in the registry office and at a funeral, if possible.
What's next? Throwing out your branchy goat horns and entering the subway over the corpses as a winner at rush hour is also very courageous. Put a bespectacled person in the snout, who is staring at the stripes of your sports pants (you cho, nerd, in nature, eh ?!). Also, real men often have to smell like vinyl, tobacco and cologne - I've heard this saying somewhere. But some people believe what was said and begin to smell like that!
In fact, masculinity, the very “machismo” that attracts women, is different for everyone. And here I am not opening Cuba to you. Just do not take primitive symbols like a hairy torso, a face like Kurt Russell's, a harsh silence, "matsculature" and a real male hobby - hunting.
Often the male makes every attempt to dislike the woman - assumes a boorish, displeased look, loudly farts in the company and focuses on this, tells saber stories, puts out cigarette butts, drinks vodka and sniffs this woman's hairdo, calls her a chick and says, that she is "pretty". And still this woman likes it!
Another lady comes out of this all in indignation, but bites on something else - that he is affectionately trying to get into the toilet from two meters or asks to massage his nipples. There are ladies who beat their spouses in the buttocks with a passbook at night and try to tell them that this is not like a man!
I have a friend, he roars over films, not necessarily sad, the main thing for him is the richness of the feeling, the feeling of something significant, touching. So a big, pot-bellied, bearded man roars like a beluga, at the same time, in his opinion, imperceptibly, wiping the goats on the leg of a chair - and at this moment he is very courageous! And his woman is convinced of this!
Finally, I will say that the Vikings, according to the cultural norms of that time - that is, the middle of the 9th century - with all the severity and cruelty were people of nature and were not at all ashamed of tears. And the dirty-haired knights, the faithful dogs of the Church and the radiant courtesans - so those, in general, were too sensitive!
Above the fable, how the evil dragon snatched the pimply princess, they could sob with the whole castle, and try to tell them that this is not courageous! From wet tears to bloody duel - less than one day's march!
So that's it. Masculinity is such a thing - you can't immediately understand who is cooler - Alexander the Great or Sergei Penkin. Bad example, though. Whoever needs it - he understood me.