NeemsBow down to the Viagra God
May 14th 2008 05:29
A 23 year old boy-let’s call him Jake- walks into a Doctors office and spends exactly ten minutes in consultation about the last two failed nights of passion he had due to a horrendous onset of nerves while with a girl he's been recently seeing.
In response, the Doctor assures the young lad it’s more common for his age group than one would think and that he has a “quick” fix for that burst of confidence Jake is in dire need of.
A prescription of Viagra is duly signed, sealed and written and the doctor sends Jake on his merry way armed with a $72.00 bill which will buy the young man four pills and a wonderful ego boost.
Ok. Where do I begin with all this?
Firstly, Jake’s entire bill of health was given a resounding all clear and two thumbs up based on three pumps of the blood pressure gauge and a quick once over visual of the boys body.
Perhaps listening to a hot-blooded young man lament about his lack of sexual prowess isn't something that would set off too many emergency bells and nerves would probably be a better bet than something more sinister.
But my gripe with this whole scenario is the immediate recommendation of Viagra for Jake’s dilemma.
I would have thought, given this has happened to Jake only twice in his life, and he has told of his deep feelings for the girl, the Doctor would tell him that perhaps he should slow down and wait until he is more comfortable with her.
Now I realise being told to 'wait' is not ideal advice a man in his mid-twenties with a body like a Spartan, or any other man would like to hear. I can imagine just how mortifying a limp appendage would be and the true extent of his demoralisation wouldn’t be hard to estimate.
Hence, I can understand that a quick fix is certainly easier to embrace. But wouldn’t the mention of Viagra in itself, be just as embarrassing? Isn’t this tablet mostly associated with the geriatric generation? Not to mention it being the drug of choice for the mummified Hugh Hefner.
Jake was certainly far from delighted upon hearing he was eligible for this evidently simple solution.
However after weighing up which scenario would be worse- being an active participant in a flaccid world or taking the option of a hasty retreat from it, he duly coughed up the cash at the chemist.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s too much for some men to accept that on the odd occasion, there could be a direct link between their feelings and their penis and just maybe, it’s not always some horrifying physical inability to perform when needed.
Would it be so emasculating to pay attention to what their emotions may be telling them?
But perhaps nowadays it’s not uncommon for a glorified Viagra punter to be of any age.
Should Jake bow down to performance pressure and his woman’s expectations and pop a pill? Or should he take the emotional route and get to know her better before taking the plunge?
What should Jake do?
Neema Mohan, 14th May 2008 ©
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