Iím a 37-year-old single, never-married man. I have a decent career, own my own home, and Iím debt-free. What could possibly be the problem? Women have never asked me out, offered to buy me a drink, or even opened a door for me. The only women whoíve acknowledged me this year are two Realtors who offered to sell my home (of course, for a fee). Iím tired of asking women out because itís us men who have to figure out whether a womanís married, seeing someone, or is a lesbian. This past year, Iíve asked out several women only to have them snub me or give me the wrong number. Now, my only revenge is to never patronize female-owned businesses. Women have never done anything for me, and I will pass my philosophy on to other men, because Iíve just had it!
óWomen Are Jerks
So, for you, going fishing must mean standing on the dock holding a
frying pan over the water, snarling, ìWhy hasnít a trout leapt into my
pan?!î
I do wish your ìLife should be fair!î approach worked. Unfortunately, I
find stamping my feet and shouting ìI should be a multimillionairess!î
merely seems to lead to sore feet. And, what a shock, a woman has yet
to spot you in a bar and say to her friend, ìHey, see that man down
there who looks like he hates humanity? Bet heís debt-free and owns his
own home. I think Iíll go ply him with alcohol, then beg him to go out
with me!î
In most animal species, itís the males that are the sexual aggressors.
Boy elk have big antlers to show dominance and get girl elk ó not to
give people a place to hang their hats in Western-themed bars. Human
women are attracted to men who have the guts to make moves on them and
ask them out ó as opposed to men who stand around primping their hair
and smoothing their dresses, hoping against hope that some girl will
hit on them.
Sure, women can ask men out on first dates, but men tend to suspect
thereís something wrong with women who do. Women evolved to be the
nightclub bouncers of mating and dating ó weeding out cads from dads,
lest they become single mothers in the days before Kwik-E-Marts and
portable Sony PlayStations. Men co-evolved to keep trying to crash the
door. These days, men and women might be equal under the law, but that
doesnít mean theyíre biologically the same. (Notice that funny hosey
thing dangling between your thighs?) Male bodies are just coursing with
the ideal chemical for doing the asking out, the aggression hormone
testosterone. On average, men have 10 to 20 times more ìTî than women
do; well, save for violent female criminals and any women you might
encounter with Winnebago-sized pecs and full beards.
Maybe if you put yours to better use ó trying to charm your way into
dates instead of trying to run anybody with labia out of business ó
youíll have better luck with the ladies. Of course, this assumes you
actually want dates, and you donít secretly prefer the safety of
feeling victimized to the risky business of attempting to be happy.
Look around. There are a whole lot of men out there with wives and
girlfriends. Hmmm, is it possible the problem is you? After all,
unbridled hostility is always such a girl magnet. In fact, there are
probably millions of more successful approaches ó starting with going
to bars dressed as a ë70s pop mogul, and asking every woman you meet,
ìHey, baby, how ëbout I lick that film off your teeth?î
Weight by the phone
After four years, my much-younger girlfriend decided she couldnít be as
good a girlfriend as she wanted to be, and broke off our relationship
to develop her self-awareness and self-respect. She said sheíd call in
a few years when she gets herself straightened out. I accepted that,
but now I feel trapped. If I get a new girlfriend, and she calls back,
I could cause the new girlfriend unjust pain by leaving her for my
previous girlfriend. Help!
óMoral Bind
People donít always say exactly what they mean, or expect to hear
exactly what you mean. Thatís why itís generally understood that the
appropriate response to ìHow are you?î isnít ìOh, my irritable bowelís
been acting up againî ó even if that happens to be the truth on stilts.
This girl may be finding herself now, or she may be finding herself in
some other guyís bed. Where sheíll find herself in a few years is
anyoneís guess. All you can control is where youíll be ó ideally, not
in the mind state to turn a probable sugarcoated curb-kicking into
reason to build the worldís first altar with call waiting and Bluetooth.
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