Dating child men
For those of you who don’t know, a “man-child” is a grown man who is very immature, and there seem to be a ton of them out there, these days.
Although women of our generation may have played some role in encouraging common man-child behavior, that doesn’t make it acceptable for everyone.
You assume that kind of behavior would rear its ugly head on the first date.
But there's a huge difference between dating a man-child and dating a scrub.
He can’t or doesn’t ever want to engage in a serious conversation with you. One minute, he’s wondering about what to eat for lunch and the next minute, he remembers that he didn’t pay his phone bill. You tell him about an event that’s coming up this weekend, and he says yes to going with you. Speeding tickets, getting kicked out of bars, the list never ends.
He doesn’t know how to perform basic household repairs.
Just because women are strong and independent doesn’t mean men should have an out from knowing how to do things such as changing the oil in the car, fixing a pipe, or even changing a tire.
I’m not one for sweeping generalisations, but research has consistently shown that our birth order has a thing or two to do with the way we handle life, and my current relationship is fairly substantiating evidence. Of course, not all men-children are the youngest sons, and those dating them are not always the eldest daughters. But there are times, when I come home to socks on the floor or have to ask him to turn the TV down at 3am while I’m trying to sleep, that I wonder whether we’ve too easily fallen into the roles we’ve been playing throughout our separate lives: me, the caregiver and worrier; him, the care-free child and dependant. This scene – and variations thereof – is common in our relationship. Not because I’ve taken the time to memorise it, but because information like this just falls out of his head like water through a sieve.
He’s been shielded from the harsh realities of life by an army of older, wiser family members and as such he is kind-hearted and fun-loving and affectionate and I love him dearly, but my god, he is a man child of the highest order. ‘You’re not in until 3pm today,’ I sigh, as I drift back to sleep.
Recognise that a father’s love for his children is paramount, or should be.