Let’s call him Peter Pan.
He’s sweet, he’s trusting, and he’ll do anything to please you. He’s probably that 0.001% of the male population that you can trust to tell you the truth. BUT, and believe me, with women, there is always a but.
He's Peter Pan.
The boy that refuses to grow-up. The kid that doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he’s now a full-blown adult who will in all eventuality, have bills to pay, a housing loan to deal with, kids to feed, a car to pay off, and a career to grow. He’s the one that chooses those ‘Wendy-type’ of girlfriends, expecting her to push him and ‘nurture’ him in a way his mother was supposed to. The boy that makes Wendy his girlfriend, marries her, and then complains how much of an old-nag she is later on.
Well. There-in lies the dilemma. I don’t want to be Wendy. Wendy after all was just a kid herself pretending to be all grown-up. And yet, at the same time, friends tell me, how often do you come across a guy you can truly trust? Is it that bad? Are men that un-trustable that it’s either Peter Pan or.. Captain Hook?
Sheesh.
