Can’t decide between 2 mistresses?

(Feminine variation: between 2 lovers?)

From the family library I have inherited the Fables of la Fontaine that I regularly reread with pleasure. And as there are 4 volumes, I can not get bored.

Last night I discovered “The middle-aged man and his 2 mistresses“:

A man thinking about marriage hesitates between 2 women, one younger than him, the other one older. Joking and playing with him, the first one removes his white hair so that he appears younger (like her), the second one does the opposite, removing his black hair so that he appears older. And he gets… bald!

He understands the lesson and leaves both ladies, because “they wanted me to live their own way, and not to mine”

 

Some will see a lesson from misogyny, and I will of course prefer a lesson of… coaching.

A customer arrives with a choice to make and can’t decide: -Version at 18 : Will I be a doctor or an engineer? -Version at 45 : Will I buy a city apartment or a house in the suburbs? -Version at 65 : Retirement in Florida or in the mountains? And the choice is impossible because no option REALLY matches with the client’s desire but are external options (proposed by society, parents, employer, conventions, etc…). -Maybe at the age of 18, I first want to see the world to find out what I want to do with my life. -Maybe at 45, I want to stay free and refuse to be into debt for the next 30 years? -Maybe at 65, I prefer to continue to work?

 

If you have a choice to make and you can’t decide, it may be the sign that no option corresponds to what you want to do…

Rather than blaming yourself for your indecision, you can thank your instinct, your judgment, your common sense, no matter how you call it – to warn you before going into scenarios that are not yours.

 

What do you really want?

See you soon. Guillemette

 

And for our pleasure, here is the original text of La Fontaine (for those who read French) :

L’HOMME ENTRE DEUX ÂGES ET SES DEUX MAÎTRESSES

Un homme de moyen âge
Et tirant sur le grison,
Jugea qu’il était saison
De songer au mariage.
Il avait du comptant,
Et partant De quoi choisir.
Toutes voulaient lui plaire :
En quoi notre Amoureux ne se pressait pas tant.
Bien adresser n’est pas petite affaire.
Deux veuves sur son cœur eurent le plus de part ;
L’une encor verte ; et l’autre un peu bien mûre,
Mais qui réparait par son art
Ce qu’avait détruit la nature.
Ces deux Veuves, en badinant,
En riant, en lui faisant fête,
L’allaient quelquefois testonnant,
C’est à dire ajustant sa tête.
La vieille à tous moments de sa part emportait
Un peu du poil noir qui restait,
Afin que son Amant en fût plus à sa guise.
La Jeune saccageait les poils blancs à son tour.
Toutes deux firent tant, que notre tête grise
Demeura sans cheveux, et se douta du tour.
Je vous rends, leur dit-il, mille grâces, les Belles,
Qui m’avez si bien tondu :
J’ai plus gagné que perdu ;
Car d’hymen point de nouvelles.
Celle que je prendrais voudrait qu’à sa façon
Je vécusse, et non à la mienne.
Il n’est tête chauve qui tienne :
Je vous suis obligé, Belles, de la leçon.

(Fables de La Fontaine – Livre Premier – Fable 17)

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