We males usually reach sexual maturity at most, not mature. And that's just one of our charms. Unfortunately, since the various emancipation tsunamis have been finally continued, the more pleasantly sculpted sex has mainly viewed us in a project manner. Blind worship of the breadwinner is over. Our loved ones usually see a whole range of areas for improvement in us.
And are there any? Yes!
But where women strive for perfection, we boys have a Zen-like peace with our limitations. Sniff a T-shirt in the morning to see if it can last another day, we see that as sustainable entrepreneurship. But when I heard from an acquaintance that his wife had decided in consultation with him that peeing in the house had to be done and that smoking had been promoted to 'outdoor activity', I was somewhat surprised. His Lief stood for all the dynamism of a younger second wife and is one of the kind that insists on being treated by men as absolutely equal and at the same time highly pityed when a man does so out of the goodness of his heart. As if we guys are constantly holding doors open for each other. She's the kind of woman who's up to her 25th was angry about being whistled after in the street and now she's 35th of age discrimination found that construction workers no longer whistled at her.
Luckily she had discovered motorcycling
In addition to her deep-rooted spirituality path, this gave an extra sense of freedom, while motorcycling was of course also very emancipated. She had obtained her driver's license and now decided to go on tours and trips with her Twan. To this end, it was necessary that seasoned motorcyclist Twan first had to be put in a completely new outfit. And actually, it wasn't fitting that he kept riding the bike he bought from an inheritance some twenty+ years ago. Because it didn't 'match' with the Old Skool moto that Desiree had in mind.
That was the breaking point for the big, good-natured Twan, the uninhibited Flemish giant who is the textbook example of someone who had fallen in love with a pretty face, but who had made the mistake of marrying the whole woman. And that while his ex looked just as nice as her character was.
But come on: Twan had walked into the famous 'construction year' and was already a lot less sparkling and renewed young dynamic than on his most recent wedding day. But a limit had now been reached: “I've been driving for a quarter of a century, and now you've come to tell me what and how to do it? I want to take everything into account, but not everything.” We are now a year further. Twan's future ex and he only communicate through their lawyers. But Twan pees standing up again and the hourly cleaning lady keeps the place clean. The argument that urinating while sitting is more hygienic in terms of splashing and is better for the bladder is no longer an argument. The cigars are enjoyed indoors again.
This time he's going to get alimony technically better than the first time
Fortunately, the divorce was still initiated before the second leg. In the meantime, Twan has been away for a long weekend with some acquaintances. We drove a lot, not very responsibly, but we ate well, drank well and smoked. Was pleased with the discovered phenomenon of 'hikers' hut', a basic wooden shelter with no further links to the handicrafts of lonely men.
The best part is that Twan has a very good relationship with his first ex again. Not as a sign of weakness as an optant, but because he has sincerely apologized. A very mature move.
And we, his faithful comrades? Oh, we tease him a bit. Sometimes tell him that he should buy other motorcycle gear. That his motorcycle is not a classic, but just 'old'.
hi dolf
A great story from you! May many more follow.
Cheers!
Greetings Piet
A beautiful story and very recognizable from what I see happening around me. And yes, you will really fill Carré with those life stories. Sure. I see artistic happenings of significantly less quality on the shelves there!
Dear Dolf, you could completely sell out Carré with your stories. Have you ever thought about a career switch? Now that Youp has stopped, there must be a good replacement…
Dolf has bundled all these stories: ISBN 9789462470071 😉
Dear Paul, I blush… But I bask in what a Flemish motard once said in response to my constant amazement and my rumbling± `Widde ge wah thou wah thou art? You are 'a real marginal' And I am at peace with that. Life is too short to want to be important.
Great story, taken from life.
Yet I have never understood the better or hygienic part of sitting peeing.
fantastic. Dirk Jan is my hero
my dear Brabant Maarten looking ahead
do you do with motorcycling, but also when you are married, usually too late 😉
Cheers and amen
Yes Yes I went through the whole movie too
My first friend was mad when I picked her up with my car when it was really cold
vice versa so away with it, the second went
I liked it that it lasted longer until the children, as I now see on motorcycle sites due to family expansion with pain in my heart 😂 my motorcycle had to go under the motto you won't get time for it anymore
then tried with: an oldtimer maybe, not so 😥 do you want to drive alone
and we ??? it left later I am happy sad but I still had motor oil in my veins although it was not much, so first top up motor oil in the veins and together with a motorcycling colleague to a motorcycle that was offered for sale by someone who got a family extension 😂😂
I took over the engine and said
I've had it too and in a few years I'll see you again smiling driving, have now found a woman who likes everything and is also crazy about motorcycling but only with me on the back, drive yourself??? no she says that is for men, and we are often in flanders around the corner they are friendly motorcyclists 😉 you have to drink with them then they are quite friendly
people hear
We are good people. And with the right partner MV or waddannook we are lucky and happy
yes great story understand the story of
fixi Twan happens to many of us.
correct, still walk in appropriate clothing with a single oil, soot or grease stain.
if necessary, I will exchange that in consultation, for clean trousers, shirt and tie.
live and let live, salute courage
The only good vision
Cleanly written: only change a T-shirt when it is really dirty. But I took over sitting urination from a Dutchman who worked here as an assistant for my friend with a disability. In this way, even his girlfriend has an influence on me, but well: I am always open to new insights. I think it really is a dream of many motorcycle men: a woman who tinkers on a motorcycle herself and has already had a grease stain on a piece of clothing without running around the house screaming. As a bi-human I think some men are very beautiful and in terms of mental format there is little that can match a nice comrade, is there? This may be taboo, but a real man can cry and say flatly: "Keep off my buddy, keep that dirty T-shirt because I'm going to wear it again and fuck it but next weekend I'm away with my moto club!"
Being straight or gay doesn't matter. As long as there is someone to love . And as long as there are motos and pints. And you should cherish your T shirts. Live your life and laugh or bleat'
Oh good friend, "Whoever marries the woman for the body, loses the body and keeps the woman." A good Brabant proverb….
What is that bottle of medicine doing in the picture.....????
And Flemish? The sweetest people as long as you don't have to do business with them! Strangely enough, they say the same about us Dutch, that is, the second part.
So, I'll continue with the pumpkin soup and a glass of medicine for the headache; motorcycling is foresight, isn't it?
Hihi, I find your comment on Flemings quite intriguing. I'm a Fleming myself and I like the Dutch a lot as long as they don't make too much noise or seem to have an opinion about everything (and everything). You go through life much lighter and seem to have already found the highway. We keep plodding in that Flemish clay and gnawing our teeth on a country where we are strangers in our own capital.
Well, you don't feel so much "Dutch" in our capital anymore 😀
It has become clear from 25 plus years of intensive contact with Flemish people. We differ. In addition, the aversion to Ollanders with thick necks is our bond. But realize that it is often 'work in progress' on our highway.
And cheers
Recognizable to the extent that attempts have been made here for years to change something; She sighed but threw me overboard, and she has now also accepted the occasional smell of old oil and petrol… grumbling… yes.
I just can't convince her that the motorbikes really should be in the living room in winter..
Sehr gut...
If you can put them in the bedroom, I want to know how you managed that