Floating along without the bother and benefit of the female sex

As a man, it is pretty easy to float along without the bother and benefit of the female sex in your life.

We all have to find 100 things to do to fill the days of life, and those ordinary things develop momentum. I woke up from an engrossing dream at two a.m. and heard this message from a section of my central nervous system that had decided I had to be reminded of it. It said:

If you are going to spend any time in the presence of the female sex, you are going to have to go out of your way. You are going to be doing something else of interest to you, and a moment will arise when you can stop doing that and talk to a woman. You will have some resistance to stopping your other activity; you will have a choice. There will come a flash in that conversation when you cross over and go on talking to her just it is fun to be with a female, because she has curves and a high-pitched voice. And just because something inside you twitches because she is there in front of you.

What got this into my brain at 2:20 a.m. on a morning in the holiday season? No idea. I woke up from a dream about a woman I might be with, whom I haven't seen in Forever. She and I had missed a connection a couple of times in the last few months. Call her Linde. In the dream she had arranged a date with me (something she doesn't seem to be bothering with when we're awake, and I'm not, either) and I met her downtown in some interesting place with shops. She looked nice, was dressed about two grades sharper than usual, maybe because we hadn't seen each other for half a year or maybe because she also wanted to meet another old flame of hers: "He's just a buddy, but he happens to be downtown today." What man hasn't heard that "buddy" line? I was wearing "nice casual," but forgot to put on shoes and socks, so I walked around barefoot on a wood sidewalk thinking, "Where are my shoes?" Linde gave me a big smile, a brush on the shoulder, no more, and led me off to where she was meeting the other friend. When he arrived, he seemed unthreatening. Then I woke up.

Do you think the lack of shoes means "I'm not ready for this?"

So here is more of the message my nervous system sent to me: Maybe you will be doing something impressive or basic at work, and a female will float in front of you. Or you may be out. She will be a waitress carrying food, or a supervisor at the market walking you to find the parsley, or a doctor in nylons. I know at least two attractive female docs who are single, lonesome, and horny as we speak. They have not told me this, but I think I can tell. One of them is not my personal doctor, just an acquaintance. What in God's world is keeping me from putting in a call to her, I have no idea, but it may just be my routine.

Life forced me to find things to use up the time, and the things I chose to do all developed their own drive. They compete with the urge to date, and do so very seriously. But the time has to come when you give in to that "urge to date" and respond to the woman who has popped up in front of you. I am going to have to stop whatever else I'm doing and act like a man pursuing a woman, find her phone number and talk to her. Unless I'd rather be just with myself.

I don't think of myself as having this problem, but I do.