Random coffee thought on being a man

It was no surprise reading the results of the beyond blue study that revealed how alone we men are. Ironically, I sit alone in Emily’s place cafe, Melbourne Central, pondering this issue over a latte.

Personally, I really try hard to stay in touch with my mates, not for them, but for me. They were always such a source of strength for me, but time and distance, and of life’s challenges affect that. Hell its hard enough seeing my own brother. For me though, those days when we moved in packs had a context which inevitably changes later.

For me that was the Army and later Uni and all that brings with it socially. As a single guy I felt connected to my circle of bros. Marriage changed that, and for a while it was ok,.. you know young kids, the wife, the new home and all the hopes and dreams of a middle class existence.

That changes with time, as so many have written about relationships and what they do to both man and woman, and the (unfortunately) inevitable place we go to I like to call “the secret life of me”. Its solace from the sadness, isolation and the gambit of negative thoughts that really (in my humble) stem from an unwillingness to move on, and face the next journey.

Clinging on the my old Army (footy ..whatever) glory days, being young and single, strong and beautiful (physically anyway) is a poison chalice. As my gorgeous girlfriend tells me, beauty is a visa not a passport. I guess the same applies to the company of good and bad (ass) men.

I’m ok, I find solace in a cup of coffee, and new crazy business idea, and kissing my woman for a little longer than she expects.

I’m kinda with Crash Davis from Bull Durham (in an Australian way of course) when he said “Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”….

oh,.. and I believe in drinking amazing well made espresso coffee in Melbourne because life is just too bloody short for anything else.  If I can do it with a brother,.. all the better!

Peter Christo


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