Women and mushrooms… – column

A difficult but clear decision
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I met him in Arnhem and recognized him. The son of a motorcycling acquaintance, now it seems that he is already a well-worn thirties. So the son, not the father. I knew he also rode a motorcycle and he was wearing an old leather jacket with a Ducati decal sewn on. The jacket was really old. Not fancy vintage. As mentioned, he looked quite drunk for what I remembered as his age.

"John, how are you?" The politically correct answer of any vague acquaintance is: "Good." Then you chat and you go on with your own business. The answer was a heartfelt “Shit”. Then of course you can say, “Okay! Good to see you again. And good luck."

But if you have a bit more time in your time, you can say: “We'll go into the pub here and have a cup of coffee”.

It really went bad. The son of an acquaintance had moved in with his love after a few years of pioneering. She was not a motorcycle woman, but let him have his way as long as he continued to fulfill his relational and social obligations. He did. And then came The Wish for Children. That was a bit of a shock, because children's wishes are usually more of a woman's thing. And something for kids when it comes to wish lists. But because life is a matter of give and take, parenthood seemed like an option.

At least the base seemed better than on a couple I knew. There was an age difference of 23 years. And he already had grown children when she was 35th wanted at least one of his own. That was neatly negotiated: She got pregnant, he bought a Harley. She had a cesarean section. He has a fat tattoo. Also a deal. By the way, he made quite a few miles on his Harley.

But here in the pub the story turned out to be different. When my table partner came home one day, he found his Lief and her mother. The message was clear: Now that a child was on the way, the motorcycle had to get out of the door. And there was no discussion about that. The young father-to-be was from the generation of men who still remembered the first emancipation tsunami. So he was the kind of guy who just realized he didn't just have his soft side to sit on and that the kinder sculpted sex needed to be heard too. But the confrontation surprised him and he threatened to get angry like men 1.0 did. He gathered himself, took some clothes and a toothbrush and left for the nearby motel. There he met a friend of his with a lady other than that the friend was married to. Relationships remain difficult things apparently.

After a cooling off period of a few days, during which a lot of messages had arrived on his smartphone, he contacted his girlfriend. They made an appointment on neutral ground. The mother turned out to be there too. And the hard demand to get rid of the motorcycle remained. The approach was clear: “The engine will go away, or it will be the end of our love”. Emotional blackmail could have been more subtle. And more effective.

It was quiet at the table for a minute or so. “I am sorry for you and your child. And not because of the child. But I don't want to share my life with such a mother-in-law with such a daughter. And you don't have to leave. I am gone." He greeted calmly. And walked outside. Where I ran into him.

“You know, if she had tackled it differently, I would have liked to put the engine away. But now I felt that I was sitting in front of a court. And how much she actually looked like her mother. The scales caught my eye. "

I've been a man for as long as I can remember. I know from experience that being a man is not everything. But I haven't been tempted to convert to one of the currently 23 other possible genders. You have to make of it what can be made of it. And I've seen more emancipation waves. Emancipation in the truest sense of the word is fantastic. Just like democracy or liberalism.

But there is quite a tension between reality and theory. And between men and women. But still: emancipation is fine. But there is an age-old wise saying among men: “Women are like mushrooms harvested by themselves. If you hit the wrong one, it will destroy you.” And a hard decision can be a good decision.


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  1. Just look for and meet a motorcycling woman during the TT of Assen and problem is solved for the rest of your life. Happened to me. Never regretted it.

  2. I was married for 30 years and 2 beautiful children but the love was over…
    I ran into an old childhood sweetheart and we then picked up where we left off, resulting in a registered partnership, so far so good…. until after 2 years a conspiracy arose with her friend and I was called to the table with the choice if you sell your motorcycle now (GoldWing 1800) then you buy a smaller engine in return and then we can get a new kitchen, after it dawned on me, (apparently I needed some time) she came up with an option or a kitchen or back to the notary…..recovered from pleasure the choice was not difficult, we went to the notary and I still have my Gold Wing.
    I have now immersed myself in the mushrooms and life is so beautiful.

  3. "But I haven't been tempted to convert to one of the currently 23 other possible genders."
    Is this the most recent count? It's going so fast these days, for an old white man it's hard to keep up.

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