He’s Not Alone–He’s Just Saving Himself for Me
By Madeline Iva
It was a revelation — I was in college, and my housemate Claire was about four inches from the TV. We’d been watching Northern Exposure, which was almost over. I’d just noticed something. Everyone was paired off at the end of the episode–except the 80 year old woman who owned the grocery store and John Corbett. Before the commercials roled, John was back in his DJ booth, wisely opining about recent events. He was alone again, naturally.
I said as much while Claire put her hands on the screen and started kissing John’s face. Between kisses she said all static-y, “He’s not alone–he’s just saving himself for me.”
Ahhhh. So true. Is there any greater catnip for women than a super-attractive guy all alone?
Poor John Corbett couldn’t find the love for years after Northern Exposure–until he met Carrie Bradshaw on Sex & The City. The perfect boyfriend (See my post about THAT) who did carpentry (see my post about THAT) John listened to Carrie, did his best to understand Carrie and even in the midst of his glorious guy-freedom from the city’s metrosexual vibe, managed to be both a simple yet hot country boy and very successful. And then what? Well, his time in Alaska had clearly not prepared him for the concrete jungle– he was mistreated and abused by Carrie, that’s what.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she musta had her reasons, of course. But she also must have made a nation of women growl for breaking John Corbett’s heart–not once mind you–but twice. Grrrrr.
It’s okay, ladies, he was alone after that so you could find him, admire his awesomeness and fall in love. Well, that’s what Carrie must have thought. She bumps into him about a second later and he’s married with a kid. Which just goes to show–not all single women over 30 in NYC are crazy.
Once Claire opened my eyes to this trope–the guy who walks away at the end, a lonely look in his eye, just waiting for you to come along and hug it out of him–I had a head-slap moment. Of course! This is a classic trope. Humphrey Bogart — both as Sam Spade, and in Casablanca — was one of the early lonely guys.
And then there are superheroes–they’re almost all single. Peter Parker aside, they’re not stupid enough to attempt any uber-dangerous kind of relationship, setting up their love interest to be killed—or at least kidnapped and traumatized by the enemy. Or are they? Ooops! Well, maybe they are.
Damsels in distress aside, the very core of a superhero is a monster- mix of noble idealism gone perverse and utter self-loathing. That’s why they are cursed to single-hood. They live in is a twisted world of secrets practically demanding they remain alone–except for you of course. They’re single so you can meet up together in the corners of your imagination and…well, I leave the rest to you.
Ben Affleck in Argo was a lonely guy.
Oh, and in real life — there’s actually George Clooney. He’s not a serial monogamist, ladies. He’s not one of those first-love-last-love divorced idealists, with some bro-mance issues involving his married guy buddies–not at all. He’s just saving himself–for you.
I think this trope is getting to be more popular on TV as the years role by:
There’s Justified –don’t talk to me about Raylan’s ex–obviously he’s just MADE to be one of these lonely guys–I sweep aside all current and past girlfriends as well. That’s the thing about a lonely guy. You can just feel that the woman who seems to be involved with him is not destined to stay very long.
Alexa said recently that there’s that Walking Dead guy—what’s his name? Hands off him though–apparently he’s Alexa’s.
Then there was Lost–oh, those shows creators were brilliant — two single guys for the price of one! Matthew Fox and Josh Holloway–the good guy and the bad guy were both lonely-ish. Kate was there to bounce between them just to reassure everyone that, you know, they actually liked women.
Romance writers are such a devilishly clever lot, even chained to the HEA ending they sometimes manage to leave you a lonely guy to obsess over.
In menage there’s often one woman and two guys (and I bet you one of them is a lonely guy). Yet sometimes it’s one woman, two guys and then after a lotta drama, one guy ends up walking away alone. Saving himself for the sequel I suspect, but in that gap between the first book and the follow-up, he’s all yours.
What is the core appeal of the lonely guy? Other than letting female (or male!) viewers feel all possessive without having to bother identifying for the female heroine? Well, I think many women have that urge to nurture and care. Guys have it too, they just label it call it protectiveness. Same difference.
What we women often need is to take some lonely guy, put his head firmly between our breasts and stop that lonely ache with the love of our good selves.
I tried this two for one deal in my first romance novel. (Which is now out with an editor, I’ll keep you posted about happens there.) I had my hero–a lonely guy if there ever was one–who got together with the heroine of course, but there was the issue of her ex. Hapless, yes, the ex was pretty lost by the end. Very damn cute, he walks off single and alone, clearly ready to suffer his Lonely Guy moment. With any luck (cross your fingers) you’ll get to find out what happens to him.
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