of my man

Oh man the snow is so lovely. It's falling so quietly and slowly and I have turned off all sound in the house in honour of the falling snow. I may even be writing in a whisper. I had a chat with my man yesterday afternoon about the need to connect with other men. He spent some time with a good friend-one he hasn't seen for awhile-on the weekend. He was actually happier and friendlier than he has been in a long time after that. I know a few women who have husbands who don't really see their friends a lot, relying on their wives instead for support and connection and a social life. My man has never been like that but now that we live in the burbs it has become difficult for him to maintain those connections. I sense that he is lonely for someone-a guy-to talk to about life, not just the soccer game, but life and all that goes with it. It seems that around here it is all hockey-talk which does seem to form the basis of something important for a lot of men, but it also seems to be a barrier to real intimacy between men. This is so a woman's perspective. R said he thought that maybe the fear of rejection was what prevented a lot of men from really opening up about their lives to their guy friends, and sports are "safe". It brings me new sympathies for the guy who has zero interest in sports and how hard it must be to just hang out with guys. I gotta hand it to the ones who have matured beyond that. But I would like to support my man to take a few chances with his "new"friends and stay connected to his old ones. It was nice to feel him smiling again.