So, What'll Ya Give Me For This Fine Heifer?

The Auction

I can see it now....the auctioneer standing tall and proud, about to auction off the best looking heifer in the bunch...he's been saving this one all day long to entice the bidders to stay...the sun is finally beginning to descend into the horizon, providing just the right light to gently accentuate her features in shadow and contrast...she could not look better. Loudly he raises his voice to the crowd, also renewed by the cooling breezes of late afternoon...gathering around to see the beautiful heifer. His words quick and slick and slurring... "bid to buy her, bid to buy her, bid to buy her, do you want her here? do you want her here? somebody give me..., somebody give me..., somebody give me..., somebody give me......."  Bidder cards and signals begin to rise.

The heifer is sleek, tall, gentle, a real show off to take back home ....She's not been here before and shows a little fear in the big brown eyes, exposing her lack of experience on the auctioneer's block. Trying to control the chill on her skin and shivers along her spine, she poses as if a statue in a museum, being adored by the museum goers who value her in form and the intricacies of her design.

But the auction barn is no museum; this is not where beauty is seen for it's value to the human spirit nor its potential to sooth the souls of people who long to just be in the presence of creative beauty. This is a marketplace, where the commodity is to be examined, compared, bought and  consumed.

This is a very different stage; a harsher critic; a lesser purpose; this is the Over 50 Internet Dating Site. The bidders are not young in heart; they are mostly old and some are desperate; some just lonely from loss;  and some are failures at countless relationships. Some honestly seek companionship; they'll take the heifer home and keep her warm, groomed, and appreciated.  But the others seek one last conquest before they can't perform any more. It is those who have the 'cut and paste' lines ready to shoot back to their prey; promising anything; establishing temporary trust; exploiting even the future with comments about 'when we decide where to live,' 'as I drove here I was thinking...this isn't bad...I can come see you often,' ...'You mentioned liking Pleasantville, AR, well I could move there too."  The rest of this story is about the latter.  (It is estimated that the huge majority of men are of the latter status)

Few really meet women; they just look.  It's their porn.  But some meet,..maybe a little dinner and then the kissing and hugging, innocent between two very lonely people...better than any husband because these bidders have nothing pressuring them to the point of distraction. And so it is gentle and caring and passionate...what woman wouldn't melt? As the bidding increases, the stakes get higher, the competition for her attention increases... away from the little glitches that might give him away...this aging lover covers his track quickly like a bidder checking the billfold to be sure there's enough to cover his final, quick bid. And it comes...eyes focused on her, carress tightening with honesty, words of sincere tone. "Honey, I could make love to you right now!"

The heifer replies, 'But...but... you don't really know me...it's our first date.'

'O, I know you!' he replies, 'I've been getting to know you for a week in our posts.' But she's smart...remembering that sometimes the bidder's responses didn't quite connect to her previous comment...and the repetitious ones, like he didn't remember he just said that 2 posts up on the computer screen...his confusion caused by his ego...trying to juggle conversations with several heifers simultaneously. But now the auctioneer's hammer strikes it's final blow...all remaining bids null and the bidder, having failed to see the real beauty of the heifer... and having missed his opportunity, takes his hat; checks his wallet; and begins to walk away...always turning back to the heifer calling out, "I'll be back soon, thanks for the date....we'll do it again."  But someone paying attention to only the one heifer...won her!

How did the egoed bidder, with so much money in his wallet, miss his prize...

....Because he wasn't listening...he was lookin'

He's been burned many times by all the women who gave him what he wanted the first time, along with losing his money and his confidence...but he doesn't get it yet. He keeps walking that path; opening the same doors; using the same tactics. He needs a break...a change of venue...a change in habits and a new view of the beautiful heifers on the auction block.

In the background the old auctioneer is a bit more tired and less enthused as he shouts again over another heifer just put on the stand, "bid to buy her, bid to buy her, bid to buy her, do you want her here? do you want her here? somebody give me..., somebody give me..., somebody give me..., somebody give me......."

The sun sets too low to continue...another day servicing the bidders. If only they understood that by now they could have the cabin in the woods, the picket fence, the peace and quiet of commitment, the wife who makes love and offers comforts. But the enticement of another new woman to look at, and another, and another....just a cleaned up, pay in advance, new generation of lonesome, aimless, men hooked on the mesmerizing 21st century form of porn.

Much of an older generation of men, turning away again from the richness of God's gift...designed by the Creator of the Universe with man's every need and desire penciled in on the original sketches on God's studio table...brought to reality like a dream come true....A very special gift for man, intended to bless him and lovingly named by Himself to honor his man.......WO-MAN.

The old auctioneer is through for another day...tired, hoarse, hungry.  He packs up and leaves for home, beside him his woman who protects his money accounts, rubs his aching back, gives him practiced and sweet love, and together they count the good years... 40 years side-by-side at auction, understanding what the restless bidders don't and what the heifer had hoped for...and perhaps won that day on the cold, harsh floor of the auction barn by another bidder, focused and undistracted by other heifers.  I hope she's warm and fed and honored in the barn.

[This post not intended to offend the honest, real men on the dating sites (of whom there are very few).  I use these sites occasionally myself and have met some wonderful new freinds there...we watch out for each other and enjoy continuing friendship.  My thanks to their real manliness.]

February, 5, 2016