A Husband Hunting Q&A
Advice from Patrick Price, Author or Husband Hunting Made Easy
Dear Marriage Maven / Husband
Helper / (or just plain) Patrick:
I'm newly single
after years of happy marriage with someone I felt confident I was going
to spend the rest of my life with. Sure our sex life was a little routine
but I knew that this was a common occurrence in longtime relationships.
Little did I know, he was having an affair with Chad-the-poolboy and the
next thing I knew he was in Belize with Chad and I am all alone with a
very tastefully decorated townhouse. How do I get back into the dating
scene after all these years away?
Signed,
Heartbroken (with Mikasa china for twelve)
Dear Heartbroken
(with Mikasa china for twelve):
Instead of bitterly
dwelling on past regrets, consider yourself years ahead of others new
to the dating circuit. You've got plenty of domestic capital: a great
home, fine dinnerware, a full set of European appliances, an aquatic
retreat, and most importantly, knowledge of what you want (and never
want to see again). This is your chance to start fresh with someone
more deserving of your charms and abundant household skills. Don't let
fresh insecurities hinder your second "coming out." With the right attitude
and gusto, you can be a hero instead of the social pariah of a mid-life
crisis. Let people admire your courage and prospects will naturally
be drawn to you.
Just be careful
not to fall for any gold-digging dimwits or carbon copies of your earlier
marital faux pas. Not everyone attentive to you especially at
this time of need -- gets to rest his head on your 350-count Egyptian
cotton sheets. You're disappointed, not desperate. Pride can withstand
a few quiet nights at home. Consider it a strategic retreat. Of course
as soon as you're once again the king of attention, you might find the
shamefaced ex attempting to crawl back home. Forget about it. Send your
new boyfriend out to hail him a cab. And make a note that next time
you're hiring the poolboy -- and she's going to be the cutest
lesbian you can find.
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The marriage
maven, Patrick Price.
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Dear Marriage Maven:
My boyfriend and
I have been seeing each other for years and I want to settle down and
move in with him but he's really shy. He won't go out in public with me,
is too nervous to meet my friends, is too self-conscious to let me take
a photo of him, and won't trust me with his home number. I know how paralyzing
public events can be for shy people but as it is I only see him once a
week -- 7:00-11:00 p.m. on Thursday when he comes over to my place. Even
then he insists on sneaking through the back door. My friends don't really
believe he exists. What do I do to help him through his shy phase?
Signed,
Confused but Concerned in Oshkosh
Dear Confused
but Concerned in Oshkosh:
Let's get one
thing clear. There's shy and there's "I'm hiding a big ol' secret
from you." Open your eyes. You don't have a boyfriend; you have
a regular delivery. And unlike your favorite TV show, you should be
able to turn him on more than once a week. How can you anticipate settling
down when you haven't even seen him in the daylight? Do you really know
anything about this guy? No wonder your friends are suspicious. As I
see it, we're looking at two possible scenarios. Either he's very famous
or very married. Find the overlooked clue. Does a stretch limo drop
him off for your playdates and his smiling twin routinely graces the
cover of People? Perhaps he wears his grandmother's wedding
band for "sentimental" reasons or sometimes calls you "Sarah" in bed?
Of course he could just be terribly shy but who wants to date someone
so neurotically secretive that a date with Snuffleupagus would leave
more witnesses. Most likely he's some guy who tells his wife that he's
off to "Thursday night's bowling league." Don't let him score again
until you know what game you're playing.
Dear Marriage Maven:
I've just embarked
on a new romance with a very talented, promising young man many years
my junior. While I'm willing to work with him to smooth out some of those
rough edges -- after all, he is extremely divine and therefore worth the
effort -- I think he resents my helpful hints. As it is, he's not yet
fit for polite company and probably only suited to basic menial labor
-- say, poolboy -- and not really a fit escort for a man of my wealth
and taste. How do I help him acquire the needed polish without resenting
me or cutting him off?
Signed,
Concerned in Belize
Dear Concerned
in Belize:
Here are some
basic, hard-learned facts. Youth isn't transferable. Compatibility can't
be bought or at least sustained. And sometimes those best to gaze at,
aren't made for witty cocktail conversation. Surrounding yourself with
youth fools no one. It's still as easy as spotting the teacher in a
kindergarten class.
Nevertheless
it's understandable why you would be drawn to this special creature.
You see potential, promise, and the tightest backside. It's a noble
calling. Unfortunately you risk finding beauty on an empty shell. And
as pretty as it is to showcase, you'll be frustrated to discover how
hollow it can be. No diligent aid will help.
You want to
be a mentor not a drag. He'll only resent your unsolicited instruction.
Give him the space to discover who he is not merely who you wish him
to be. Maybe the real transformation needs to start with you. Set an
example. Find something not someone you're interested in and do it.
A cute aspiring protégé will follow -- someone who appreciates
the scope of your talent as much as the width of the wallet.
Dear Husband Helper:
I've been, like,
having this affair with this positively ancient geezer forever -- I mean
like three months or something. At first it was great, he bought me all
this cool stuff, he promised to get me started on my acting career, and
he like really cared about what I thought and wanted to do with life.
Now we're in some South American country -- which was really cool for
the first week -- and all he does is go on about me speaking right, going
to college, presenting the right image, and such. What is he talking about?
I mean, it's better than being a poolboy but I am like so bored with it
already. And so I've sneaking around with Eduardo, the lawn boy. How do
I get Grandpa off my back without having to get a job at the local burger
shack?
Signed,
Like Really Bored in Buh-leeze
Dear Like Really
Bored in Buh-leeze:
When you date
Santa, you have to remain a good boy if you expect to keep getting presents.
Or more simply: it's okay to use but not abuse. There are limits to
bad taste. Admittedly, life with a sugar daddy offers advantages: carefree
accounting, an enviable address, a couture wardrobe, exotic paid trips,
and the chance for escape after he falls asleep at 9:30PM. But it also
carries some drawbacks: tiresome parties, uncomfortable antiques, a
general feeling of ick, Viagra, and the knowledge that as soon
as you sneak out, his prostate will wake him up.
Now if you're
determined to keep as many perks as you can and keep your clothes
on, here's an acting challenge for you. Become the "ideal son."
Go platonic. You know, "Let's just be friends." But mean it.
Don't just recall him when the bill arrives. Maintain a steady presence
and you just might be able to hold onto some of those accustomed luxuries.
When he resists
tell him he reminds you of your father -- or favorite cousin (if you're
feeling kind) and that although your respect and admiration for him
goes unmatched, anything more would feel incestuous. It might work.
Or it might mean that the next new thing you'll be introduced to is
minimum wage. Make your decision and lie with it.
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