Author Jay Cradeur shares why our culture still breeds female objectification and mysogyny. Look in the mirror.
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I recently saw this image online. Big tits and how powered guns. The breakfast of champions! Is it just me that finds this somewhat disturbing that all of this voluptuousness is at young boy’s and young girl’s eye level in a convenience store? Can’t we do better? I now wonder how many times I passed such a display as a young boy, and what impact did all those viewings have on me? How could I not see women as an object for my pleasure? Let the mysogyny begin. Before we harangue the storeowner, we had better take a good hard look in the mirror. If adult men didn’t buy these magazines, the storeowner would not put them out for display. It would not make business sense. When I look in the mirror, I have to ask myself, what is lacking in me that I think I can find love with porn and a smoking gun?
Thinking about holding an AK-47 in my hands gives me the opportunity to feel dominant over anyone who walks in my path. Why do I feel the need to dominate?
Truth be told, I may not find love in those magazines, but I can find sex and power! That is two out of the three three pillars of the masculine holy trinity. Only money is missing. The porn magazine gives me sex (and power over women), and the gun magazine gives me power. As I look at what might be lacking in me, I have to acknowledge I have a dark desire to dominate. Masturbating to a magazine picture gives me the opportunity to dominate over any of the women on the page. Thinking about holding an AK-47 in my hands gives me the opportunity to feel dominant over anyone who walks in my path. Why do I feel the need to dominate?
In my experience of diving deep into my dark side, the core feeling always and absolutely appears as self-loathing.
As I keep unpeeling the onion I see deeper and deeper levels of my own dark side issues. This is the stuff nary a man wants to admit to and accept as his own. However it is essential to our growth and integration. Let’s continue. Domination unchecked by a healthy conscience leads to tyranny and horror. History bears this out. We must work to tame our inner tyrant. Unless we do, magazines like Club and Penthouse will continue to thrive and send a pernicious message to our youth. Even worse, domestic violence and rape will continue to be a plague on our society. It is time to look deep within each of our souls and ask, Why? Why do I do the things I do? What is driving me? Why would I buy the porn magazine? What gaping hole in my soul does it fill?
In my experience of diving deep into my dark side, the core feeling always and absolutely appears as self-loathing. As Rumi said, the elixir is in the poison. The elixir is self love. Somewhere during my youth, someone told me I was a piece of shit and I believed it. This is true of all the men I have worked with over the past 15 years. We brothers are hard on ourselves! Self love is one of the toughest feelings for a man to breath to life. When I break it down, and understand how the self-loathing came into existence, then I can begin to heal. When I don’t love myself, I find destructive activities to validate my feelings. I do things I don’t want to share with anyone. I hide. I am embarrassed. I play in the dark.
This requires a whole new level of strength and discipline and surrender. I assert vulnerability is the new black. Live uncomfortably at your edge. Do the unthinkable and walk away.
If I know I will feel shame for my actions, then I am better off walking away. Instead of jerking off to porn, can you and I close our eyes and ask, what is it that I think I am getting out of this? And more importantly, can I get what I am looking for without the porn? Can I feed my soul by being quiet and contemplative and looking deep within my self? This requires an entirely new level of strength and discipline and surrender. This is the path of the good men. This is the path of Osho’s new man. Vulnerability is the new black. Live uncomfortably at your edge. Do the unthinkable and walk away. Say No to the distraction and stay home with yourself. Be vulnerable. Let’s help the storeowner make the right decision by reducing his magazine sales. Let’s protect our youth and break the cycle of female objectification and mysogyny. I hope you accept my invitation next time you want to buy the MILF magazine. I know you can.
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Your partner can’t share vulnerability so intimately with anyone else. It’s sacred and one of one of the most powerful gifts a person can offer.
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2013 I decided I wanted to become much better at sex. Like many men, I suffered from the embarrassing and rarely admitted to dysfunction of premature ejaculation.There are more than 450,000 Google searches every month, and about one in three guys in the U.S. is dealing with the issue, says research published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine. I read up on the issue, I consulted a sex therapist, and tried many methods of self healing, and while I showed improvement, I was not satisfied having a body that was still out of my control. I found the experience to be stupefying. I felt hopeless. I felt less than a full man. I was self-emasculating.
My cure lied in practice. For many reasons, none the least of which was for sexual healing, I sold most of my personal possessions, gave my Acura to my daughter, put the rest of my stuff into storage, and headed off to Thailand. During the past year, I have had more sex at the age of 55 than all of my prior 54 years combined. I learned to train my body, ask for guidance, and excel at the art of sex. Here are some things I have learned from the experiences of this past year. I share them with you so you might be able to create your own brand of magic and mastery in the bedroom.
Guys, we have got to slow down.
The real joy, the intimacy, and love, are most viscerally felt in the many subtle and multifaceted activities that lead up to release. Sure, granted, the orgasm is a unique experience, often referred to as “little death” for one does take a short respite from normal waking reality. It is great. It is magnificent. But there was something even more powerfully available to me. By ratcheting down the need for a release, not only was I meeting my partner at her natural speed, but it also gave me time to ease into the experience, which did help with performance.
“Slowly darling.” One of my lovers constantly spoke this refrain to me, like a mantra. I thought I was already going slowly, but there was an entirely new gear that I did not know existed. She taught me how to savor the tender moments, to languish in the mutual pleasure, and to find a gentle rhythm. I find it useful to focus on my breath, and keep it gentle and slow and deep. No rush. And when I did have a problem with premature ejaculation, all the foreplay leading up to intercourse allowed the experience to last much longer.
I also found meditation to be very helpful with my sex life. Go figure! As I meditated daily, I naturally found a quieter and deeper side of myself. My inner life became illuminated, which allowed me to more easily find my calm and deeper self during sex. There is an all-knowing presence within each one of us, and meditation allowed me to more easily tap into that inner wisdom.
Be vulnerable.
Open your heart! What do women want from us? In my opinion, they want our humor. They want our touch. They want intimacy. They, just like us, want to feel something sacred. Jim Morrison of The Doors is quoted in an interview as saying:
JIM: “Listen, you two-bit fuckin’ actor, you underestimate the audience. You think they all want a better job, a house, two cars, money, that’s what you think but you know what they really want, Tom, in their lives, what they really want—”
TOM (Interviewer) – “Tell me.—”
JIM (a whisper) “…something sacred, that’s what they want, something sacred.”
The fastest route to a sacred space is to share myself boldly and unabashedly. It is quite a fearless stance to be willing to open your heart and express who you really are. One technique I will share to open up my heart is to speak in terms of “I.” For example, instead of saying “this is how people feel” I would say “this is how I feel.” I had to stop talking in the third person like a professor or teacher. No one is interested in my pontificating in conversation. Instead, I learned to share specific feelings, always starting with I. “When I am with you, I feel so much love in my heart.” Or even more bold “when I think of writing about something very personal, I feel scared.” Sharing my strengths and fears showed my vulnerability, it opened her heart, and her mind and body almost always followed.
Be Playful
Sex is not the time to be serious. It is, if nothing else, a glorious celebration of our bodies, our spirits and the amazing energy and intimacy we can co create with another human being. The sensations, the specialness, the connection, wow, what a powerful opportunity to be present with another person. Becoming self absorbed and obsessed with my performance is the quickest way to kill the moment and lose my sense of humor. The Way of The Samurai states this very poignantly:
Among the maxims on Lord Naoshige’s wall, there was this one: “Matters of great concern should be treated lightly.” Master Ittei commented, “Matters of small concern should be treated seriously.”
So let it go. Before I know it, the moment will pass, and I can then look back and evaluate and judge my performance to my heart’s content. Many of us do. But in the moment, play. Smile, laugh, tussle and play.
Be responsive, not reactive.
Following is a great example of something that most men have experienced. Virtually all women I have met will not agree with me when I tell them they are beautiful. This is even more true of the culture in Thailand. The most gorgeous women simply will not accept their beauty. “I am just the same as any other woman!” I use to get distracted by this. I would get into a bit of a debate. I was being reactive. Now that I understand a bit better, I simply don’t interfere with her feelings. I will continue to express my feelings that she is beautiful and maybe one day she will feel it, and maybe not. Either is fine. We men must hold a larger perspective so that she can have her feelings, whether we agree or not, and have it be okay.
Stay connected
When I would take my partner dancing, she taught me one rule. No matter what, when she would look into my eyes, she wanted me to be looking at her, connected to her, no matter when she was ready to connect with me. We would dance, and I was always there as her dedicated unwavering presence. She would look around the dance floor, check out the lights, feel the rhythm of the music, close her eyes and really get into the sounds, and then open her eyes to see me right there with her. It was always a wonderful experience for both of us.
In the same way, sex is a dance. There is a much higher level of sexual pleasure in this heartfelt connection, than in her breasts or ass. I know a woman’s body is a wonderland, and there will be times when she will want me to explore and adore, but through it all, she wants to feel me, to feel my presence and depth. She wants to feel me at my most vulnerable, awake and alive. She can’t get that anywhere else. Give that to her. It is one of one of the most powerful gifts a person can give another.
Listen to your partner.
In the dance of love, a woman will let you know what she wants and when she wants it.For us guys, we are in a constant state of “Ready Go.” Most women are not. In most cases, she needs much more time to experience the intricacies her body and get her body ready for you. In general, women are much better at feeling their feelings. Think of it as if you and your partner are a car. We men are always revving in first gear. We can get to fifth gear almost instantaneously. It is like teleportation. She, on the other hand, in most cases, needs to go from first to second, second to third, third to fourth, and then fourth to fifth gear. As she goes through these gears, she will give clues, sometimes very clear clues, but more often than not, the clues are very subtle. Therefore we must become very good at listening, and feeling for her transitions. I had to learn how to listen not only to what she says, but also to her breathing, and to her warmth and the changes in her body.
Rediscover your inner wizard.
Every man I have ever met has an inner wizard, an inner wisdom, a magic all his own. Unfortunately, social conditioning, painful early life experiences, shame and guilt often tamp that inner wizard down. The good news is the wizard always lives. The wizard never dies. Bring out the wizard, and let the self-confidence he carries guide you and inform you during sex. If this doesn’t ring true for you, fake it till you make it. A real woman does not want to make love with a boy. If she wants you to, take the lead and guide. In my experience, she wants you to lead the experience so it is special, memorable, intimate, raw and deep.
Create a sacred environment
Buy some candles! Nothing sets the mood for lovemaking more than a candle lit room. I did not really understand this until I ran out of candles. Instead of a woman saying to me, “this is so romantic,” I heard crickets. If you do not have candles, throw a scarf over the light, anything to soften the ambiance in the room.It allows your energy and her energy to relax, and in the relaxation, you can come together and both know where you are going. There are certain cues that tell a woman and her body that sex is about to happen–if she permits it. The most powerful that I have found is a candle-lit space. Believe me, creating a sacred space is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Lighten Up.Performance anxiety is your issue (not her’s).
If you feel stress about your competency as a lover, you must realize this is your issue and not your lover’s. How fast you do or do not orgasm is not such an issue for your partner. Your technique is not a deal breaker. I remember making love and feeling I had an orgasm too quick. Yet my lover was completely satisfied and wanted to do it again and again that evening. I was surprised. I thought to myself, “Really, didn’t you notice how fast I came!” I believe we men are hard wired to want to excel at anything we do. We are competitive by nature, and I discovered I often compared my sexual abilities to the stallion like performances I had seen in porn films. Those are movies. Superman does not exist. I had to give myself a break. I can only do the best I can. As Tom Robbins wrote in his wonderful book Jitterbug Perfume, “Erleichda” which mean lighten up or let it go. Brothers, take the pressure off yourself. Your partner already has.
Sex is one of the great joys of our lifetime.If you believe in God, you have to give it to him or her for creating such a magical experience. For all the men I know, when they are making love with a woman, well, it does not get much better than that. To find a woman who wants to be intimate with me, it is such a gift, a treat and an unbridled joy. It is unfortunate that we brothers add so much pressure to the situation. Yes, we get in our own way. It was time for me to clear the decks of my mental debris and let nature take its course. Incorporate these ideas into your sex life, and I think you will not only learn quite a bit about yourself and your partner, but you can begin to enjoy the experience of sex much more than you thought possible, regardless of how you perform. This has been my experience and for it and am very grateful. You have your own experiences to write.
In 1999, I began a two-year apprenticeship with author Stuart Wilde. If you are not familiar with the work of Stuart Wilde, you can find his twenty books on Amazon. I first read Whispering Winds of Change and was hooked. I have noticed how some authors seem to literally grab me by the throat with their words, as if to say “This is true!” Hemingway, Thoreau, Whitman, Jed McKenna, Bukowski and Castaneda all had the same impact on me. Stuart passed just a few years back driving the winding bucolic country roads of Ireland, an apt departure for a remarkable being. Back in 1999, Stuart was very alive and fully embodied his mystical, magical, powerful, take no prisoners self. This is when my journey with Stuart Wilde began.
After reading several of his books, I felt I had found a kindred spirit. Therefore, I searched for live Stuart Wilde events and found him at a presentation in Sipapu, New Mexico in the fall of 1999. Following that experience, and feeling Stuart’s immense energy and charisma, I knew I had found my teacher. Consequently, my wife and I flew from San Francisco to Sidney, Australia a few months later to attend a more intimate intensive weeklong gathering of 20 spiritual seekers at his large castle like home in Milton. On the fifth day of the event, after spending most of our time training on the subtleties of meditation and energy, Stuart asked me to go out into the local woods and find a big stick. He gave me very specific instructions: Five feet long. Two to three inches thick. Smooth surface. Stuart handed me a saw, and off I went. Two hours later, I returned with the perfect stick. I had no idea for what purpose I had found the stick, but I was proud of my stick. Stuart carefully examined the stick, accepted the stick, and that seemed to be the end of that.
The next day, mid morning, Stuart asked all the blokes to meet him outside at the driveway in the front of the house. There we found a big hay bale. “Hmmm. What is that for?” I thought to myself. There on the hay bale rested my stick. Stuart had wrapped a white cloth around one end of the stick to create a protective handle. He proceeded to give us instructions for what was going to happen next. One by one, we were going to approach the hay bale, grab the stick, and take massive whacks at the hay bale. It was important, Stuart said, to use all of our body and strike with everything would could for as many times as we could until we felt complete, or totally exhausted. Equally important, Stuart instructed us to yell out loud the target of your anger and rage. This would make the experience more real and more cathartic. Immediately, upon hearing these words, fear started to settle in amongst my newfound band of brothers.
Allow me to step back from the story and address the fear. Having now experienced and led men in several hundred of these hay bale rituals, I have observed that the primary fear is “how will I compare to the other men?” “Can I do this?” “Can I truly let go and allow rage to consume me?” I am often surprised by how difficult it is for men, even when given full permission and group agreement, to let go and fully express their rage. I have no doubt that every man does the best he can. However this ritual demonstrates the self imposed barriers we place on ourselves. The great majority of men walk away from the hay bale experience feeling they did not give it everything they could. All men experience a breakthrough, however the little voice in our head whispers we could have given more. Fear stops us. In the end, this was a huge lesson for each and every man who did the hay bale ritual. It opened up each man’s inquiry into his own relationship with fear and self-expression.
One reason Stuart became my mentor for two years, the thing that always impressed me, was that he showed no fear. He never asked anyone to do anything he would not do, and he did everything full out. So when we started the ritual, Stuart was the first to go. He grabbed the stick and swung it over his head and hit the hay bale hard. He yelled out “Stuart, you fucking wimp!” and then again “Stuart, you fucking piece of shit!” and on and on, taking it out on himself, and all the lies he told about himself. Stuart had kicked the door wide open, and now we were to follow.
I was inspired. I went next. I apprehensively walked up to the stick, grabbed it and felt the weight of it in my hand. Then I took my first swing. Oh, it felt good. After a few tentative whacks, I forgot that anybody else was watching. My whacks at the hay bale became more intense. My target was god. I cussed at god. I yelled about how he had lied to me. I yelled about what an asshole he was for creating a planet with so much death and pain and misery. I called god a fucking hypocrite. I continued to whack the hay bale until I was ready to collapse. I gave it my all and felt complete as I walked away. When I returned to my place in the circle around the hay bale, I felt changed. I had never expressed my full masculine presence in that way. Never had I been given permission to fully self express, and speak aloud my deepest anger and rage. My body continued to tremble for several minutes, the effects of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I felt like my balls grew in size. My inner warrior had been released. But I was not done, not by a long shot.
Then I watched as each man, one by one, took the long walk toward the hay bale. I observed how each man had his own way of striking the hay bale. Some whacked it as if with a baseball bat. Others, like me, raised the stick way over my head and brought it down with all the force I could muster. As it turned out, I was not the only one who had an issue with god. He was definitely the number one target. On and on it went. One by one, I saw men transformed from my friendly workshop mates to rage filled creatures who had quite a bit of rage to express. Over time, I relaxed, feeling complete, and ready to resume our more subdued and subtle mystical activities.
Next, Stuart said, “Now that you are all warmed up, we are going to do it again!” “For fuck’s sake,” I thought to myself, “what’s left?” This time, Stuart did not need to go first. I wanted to lead, and see what I had left inside me. I walked up to the hay bale with absolutely no idea who or what was to be the target of my rage. I picked up the stick, my stick, and started to hit the hay bale. Whack. Whack. Whack. And then, the name of an ex girlfriend that had broken my heart started to erupt out of my throat. “Carol!” Whack. “Carol!” Whack. “You fucking bitch!” Whack. On and on it went. The second round allowed me to go to a much deeper place of hurt and despair. With each whack, I was releasing the pain and freeing myself up of that gut wrenching memory. The second round was longer, more rage filled, and far more self-expressive. I found a new energy that sustained me, even when I thought I had given everything during the first round. Finally I was complete. My body trembled once again. I threw the stick at the hay bale and walked away. As I returned to the circle and I saw Stuart smiling. My buddy said to me, “I don’t know Carol is, but I hope I never meet her.”
Many men had a similar experience. The second round was much deeper, and more profound than the first. Once I had gotten the fear and self-consciousness out of my system, a whole new level of self-expression opened up. The superficial Jay had to take a back seat to a more authentic and real Jay. No longer was I a sensitive new age guy who discounted his masculinity. Now I was feeling like a real man. Jay meet Jay.
Over the years, I have led the hay bale process in my own weekend workshops. The hay bale ritual is powerful in its simplicity. Men are given permission to rage and fully self-express. I have seen men take whacks at god, their wives, their mothers, their fathers, their girl friends, that childhood bully, and at themselves. I have seen men in the depths of fear, take that long walk to the stick, and let it all go. It is liberating to see such courage. It is inspiring to see men take full responsibility for their fear and rage. It is enlightening to see and begin to understand the dynamics of our own fear and rage.
Two incidents stand out amongst the many hay bale rituals I have seen. The first took place in Santa Rosa, California. During our morning circle, in which we introduce a topic and each man is required to speak as open heartedly as possible, one man shared a gut-wrenching story about how his father has sexually abused him. Tears rolled down his eyes as he told his story for the first time to another human being. This often happens. Men, in a safe and confidential environment, inspired by the vulnerable sharing of others, often release painful experiences for the first time. No one who heard his story remained unscathed.
As this man approached the hay bale, we all knew that the target of his rage had to be his abusive father. He grabbed the stick, and placed the end of it on the hay bale. I had never seen this before. Crying profusely, he was literally unable to lift the stick up and take a whack. I cannot begin to imagine how conflicted he must have felt. As boys, our dad was our hero. However in his case, his dad was also the devil. After a few minutes, as the leader, I instinctively took action. I asked him if I could take a few whacks to get him started. I was definitely feeling the rage towards his dad, especially seeing the devastating impact on his now paralyzed son, so this all happened very naturally. I began whacking the hay bale, swearing up and down about how horrible he (the dad) was to betray such a sacred covenant as father and son. I was so enraged that I began gouging the stick into the hay bale, as if I was stabbing the abusive father with a lance. Suddenly, the stick bounced back and hit me in the face, putting a nasty gash above my right eye. Blood flowed. Everyone looked in terror, concerned I may have lost an eye. I told everyone I was ok and headed off to the bathroom. But before I did, I said to the man, “Kill that fucker. Do it and free yourself!” I understand he was able to begin whacking the hay bale and the healing had begun. He was a man finally becoming free from the grip of horrible events from his past.
The second incident took place in Sebastopol, California. We had one participant who was very reserved and quiet. He was the last of the group to go. Everyone else had taken their whacks in the first round. We all looked at him. He expressed that he felt he did not have the same kind of rage living in him. He shared that in his family, he was never allowed to fully express himself. Then one of the participants spoke directly to him: “What if this is your last chance on earth to get this shit out of yourself?” That seemed to light a fuse, and he proceeded to take his whacks. Afterwards, he too was a man transformed. You could see it in his face, and in the way he confidently walked around and interacted with us all.
Do I hate god? Do I hate my ex girlfriend? Do men hate their wives? Do men really want to inflict physical harm to any of these people? No, of course not. However, we do often have conflicted feelings. The hay bale process is a powerful technique to release painful memories, and allow more energy for love and appreciation. I know when I carry around pain and hurt feelings; it is hard for me to be present with another person. These experiences I have shared are a safe and very effective way to purge those feelings. I would liken it to taking your car in for a tune up. Over time gunk builds up, and it is good to get a regular cleaning. Otherwise, these feelings may be expressed in far more harmful and often violent ways.
My two-year stint with Stuart Wilde, in Australia, in America, in England, and in Ireland was a time of profound learning and personal transformation. You could not hang out with Stuart and not be changed. Stuart was a tough teacher. Many of the lessons he shared with me had a very hard edge. He exposed many levels of what he called my dark side, those qualities like competitiveness, female objectification, and dishonesty that I had never had to the courage to look at and claim as my own. It was a hell of a ride. And it all began in earnest the moment I picked up that big stick and started whacking away at my own painful memories that early December morning in Milton, Australia.
There is no doubt that a weekend getaway can provide excitement and adventure and intimacy for a relationship. I noticed, especially with children in the house, when my partner and I took a short trip together, we returned home feeling reconnected, reinvigorated, and happy. As the dude in the relationship, I have always felt it was my job to look down the road, anticipate when my relationship could use a little excitement and then plan a trip that my partner and I would deem unforgettable. Planning a trip is not enough. There are certain things you can do when on the road to add that oomph that transforms a mere weekend away to something very special and wonderful and memorable.
Recently I spent a weekend in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and it was unforgettable. My partner and I had a glorious time. Here are some things I learned, which you can incorporate into your next weekend. These items are not listed in any particular order, and are presented cafeteria style. If you can work all of them into your next adventure, fantastic. If only a few apply, they will still add to the scintillating nature of a sensual get away.
Make it a four-day weekend.
In my experience, two days is great, but four days is even better. By leaving on a Thursday night, and returning on a Tuesday morning, you are giving you and your partner four full days to wake up and go to sleep in a new area. There is also something wonderful about waking up on Monday and seeing many other travelers heading home, and knowing you still have one more full day to enjoy your trip. I realize it may be difficult to get the time off from work, but believe me, it is so worth it. The positive benefits on your relationship will be profound and life lasting.
Go someplace you have never been before.
It is easy and convenient to have your favorite “go to” place. It is comfortable. When you go someplace unknown, both you and your partner are in a constant state of not knowing, and everything is new. There is nothing like the first time of anything. It is exciting. In men’s work, we talk about the paradigm of living at our edge, in that place of not knowing but still willing to go for it. It adds a very attractive energy to everyday life. Visiting a new location, not knowing where to go nor where to eat, nor where to explore, it puts you both at your edge. This adds to the excitement. It also adds to a sense of partnership and togetherness as you and your travel companion figure things out as a couple.
Go someplace where the locals speak a different language.
Having just returned from Kuala Lumpur, I experienced this first hand. Most people there do not speak English. This forced me and my partner to communicate with our bodies, our facial expressions, and by doing quite a bit of pointing. Being in a place where English is not the native language is another way to gently coax you out of your comfort zone just a bit, all of which adds to the excitement level and the unique and one of a kind feeling of being a foreigner in a foreign land.
Have sex in the morning.
Do it. Many couples get into a rhythm of sex at night before going to sleep. Try to mix things up. Take showers, brush your teeth, and have a wonderful romp in your hotel room. Most hotels have very soft sheets and comforter and pillows. They are a perfect launch pad for erotic play. Sex in the morning gets the day off to a glorious start. It makes the day special. It is something you will always remember as a delightful part of your weekend getaway.
Eat great food.
Eating delicious food is a very reasonably priced way to experience the delicacies of your destination. In Kuala Lumpur, we at hot pot, a variety of local fruits, exquisite sushi, delectable steamed fish, and local beef soup. Each meal was an adventure in itself. If you are not sure where to go, check out the Internet. All cities have food critics who post their favorite restaurants, the best restaurants on a budget, the best food carts, as well as a top of the line, don’t miss this place, list of eateries. There are also several apps for that. Even on a budget, you can eat well, and have stories to share.
Get massages.
Life is too short not to get massages. We all work hard. Perhaps you are a man who does physical labor. I know that sitting for eight hours per day focused and typing on my Macbook Pro makes my neck sore. I recommend you make it a priority to get a massage. You can get a simple foot massage, a full body oil massage, a neck and back massage, a Thai massage (a body massage without oil) or a reflexology massage (focus on your feet). If you do not normally get a massage at home, this will make your weekend getaway even more memorable. And even if you do get a regular massage at home, it is still ever so decadent to take an hour or two and allow yourself to be pampered. Your body will thank you for it. And so will your partner.
Walk everywhere and utilize public transportation.
It is easy to jump into a taxi and get driven around. Is sitting in traffic really what you want to be doing? Walk. Get lost. Experience your destination the way the locals experience their home. While in Kuala Lumpur, I made a half-mile trek each day to the local health club. On my way to the club, I passed local vendors and best of all, I was able to look eye to eye at the other temporary visitors passing my way. I also saw some of the poverty that exists which was both humbling and left me filled with gratitude. I would not have experienced any of this had I had not walked. If you are bored, take a walk, get lost, and keep going until something interesting happens. And something interesting always happens! Also, especially as you get outside of the United States, the public transportation services are phenomenal. I took a train to and from the airport in Kuala Lumpur. What a joy! I could sit, look out the window, play on my cell phone (the train has free wifi), and people watch to my heart’s content. One extra benefit to public transportation is you can feel good that you are contributing to a cleaner environment.
Get a room with a view.
I have found that when I have a room with a view, my days start off with a certain sense of wonder. I enjoy my morning coffee. Perhaps you drink tea, or water. Waking up, opening the blinds, and drinking your favorite beverage with your partner looking out at your new destination, it is a wonderful way to start your daily adventures.
Take pictures and videos of your journey.
I don’t recommend you use your smart phones for much else. Watching your partner checking out her Facebook page is not too enlivening. However, the action of taking pictures and videos does do a few things. First. It is fun. You smile. You ham it up for the camera. You talk and express yourself. Your partner will appreciate your open hearted sharing. Second, you are creating a digital memory of your amazing journey. There will be a point when you will look back, and watch a video, and remember little details you may have forgotten, and it will make you smile. I just looked back at a video taken during my visit to hot pot restaurant. My partner took a video of me adding meats and vegetables to the bubbling hot soup. She added some music to the video with an app and now I have a perfect memory of my joy sitting at the table creating a sumptuous feast in a very unique way.
Do something unusual.
When I was in Kuala Lumpur, at two in the afternoon, I walked to a local outdoor restaurant. Next to the eatery was a tiny older woman who took dough, dropped it in boiling oil, and served up fresh doughnuts. The texture was like an American doughnut, but the taste was not as sweet. It was absolutely delightful, especially with a cold iced coffee. Another thing we did was to go out late at night. Normally I am in bed by 11 PM. In Kuala Lumpur in the Changkat area, the place doesn’t get going on a Friday night until 12 midnight. We sat at our street side table at two in the morning, drinking mojitos, and watching all the people come and go. We laughed, we shared stories, and we had a blast. Do the unexpected and you will be surprised at how much you will enjoy doing something different.
There you have it. Get out of the house. Get out of the country. Travel the world. Make your life the exciting adventure it is. Use some of these tips and before you know it, while you are on the airplane heading home, you will already be planning your next adventure. Life is short. Live it with no regrets. We men are often looked to for the direction in our relationships. Do it the right way. She will love you for it. Surprise her and surprise yourself. Create it big and bold. Going out and making a weekend getaway unforgettable is a great way to spice up your relationship and keep you and your partner smiling from ear to ear.
