To the right, that’s a piece of molded bread. Molding is a natural process for bread once it’s been sitting around after about two weeks. Eventually it starts to get that moldy smell, and soon the spores sprout and mold forms. It not only happens to bread, but just about anything if you let it sit around long enough.
Even men.
Have you ever met a man that you weren’t immediately attracted to? You hang out a few times, but you still can’t say that he’s someone you can see yourself involved with? Even though he seems to have everything going for him, there’s just something that isn’t giving you that immediate feeling of attraction. It could be either his looks, something about his personality, maybe his head is too big for his neck, or he’s just an inch shorter than what you’re used to?
But instead of severing ties with this person, because there’s no need in stringing him along, you allow him to ‘grow’ on you like mold.
There have been several times in the span of my dating career (yeah, I call it a career b/c it’s hard ass work sometimes) where that initial attraction wasn’t there, but I said to myself, “Maybe, I’ll just see what happens”.
Now, not to sound superficial, but the initial attraction to me is always purely physical. So needless to say, my moldly men have included men who instead of having a six pack, may have had a keg, instead of having smooth perfect skin, may have had a few razor bumps, instead of having a perfect set of teeth, usually had either a set that could have belonged to a rabbit, or something with a gap as big as the Suez Canal.
If only these men realized from the get-go, that I was making concessions for them, because of something that I may have saw in their personality. Maybe I should have shown them photos of my past boyfriends, which included the ‘model’ types, because maybe, just maybe if I did, then their egos would have not superceeded their aesthetically challenged looks.
I was talking to a cousin of mine the other day, and we realized that all of the “Moldly Men” we have dated, whether it took their looks to grow on us or their personality, it backfired in the worst ways! Some of these men turned out to be some of the biggest assholes ever. I half seriously and half jokingly told her that I refuse to get suck in by someone who I think could grow on me. For now on, if there isnt’ that immediate attraction, be it physical or mental, I’m not going to let them mold on me, but fold them away like an old outfit that I never plan on wearing again. Because in the long run, I think I’d rather go about my life knowing that if I happened to break up with someone or vice versa, it was someone who there was that immediate ‘click’ with, not with someone that I had to make concessions for.
