An intricate filament weaves through the nebulous psyches of Y-chromosome-bearing hominids. A fiber that is as delicate as it is tenacious. I'm talking about, duh, Guy Code.
She was stubborn and slow, but reliable like a workhorse. Not too pretty, but nice and faithful. My old 1991 Honda Accord, I mean.
A boxy four-door with automatic seat belts and chipped paint, she was as fast as a tortoise. Except she wasn't about to win any races. She was so slow that if I didn't put my foot all the way down on the gas pedal, I'd wind up back in 1881.
In other words, she wasn't that impressive. And the girls I dated while I had her weren't impressed either.
Are you a well-educated, intelligent, independent, and successful woman… who is still single? You're not alone (no pun intended).
More and more women are getting advanced degrees and pursuing their careers. And staying single. Sometimes voluntarily, sometimes involuntarily.
Wait, involuntarily? Why is that? What's preventing them from being in a relationship?
"There's that phrase again."
"What phrase?" I sat forward to listen to the TV.
"Men are the new women. I heard it on another show a few weeks ago."
I shifted on the couch. "Men are the new women, huh? You think it's true?"
Whenever people read about the science of love, it usually leads to one of two conclusions:
Love is difficult to describe. Poets and lyricists have tried doing so for eons. And they're still at it.
But how would a scientist describe love? It probably wouldn't be as romantic as a poet's or lyricist's description. I fancy it would be something like this:
Okay boys, it's almost Valentine's Day. Time to man up and ask that pretty girl you've been eyeing out on a date! C'mon, you can do it!
I know, I know. It's scary. What if she says "No"? What if she's not interested? What if she doesn't even know who you are?
Well, here's what you can do.
"This guy is driving me nuts. He seems to be interested, yet he's not doing anything. What the hell is up with him??"
I shrugged and stared at my beer. "Maybe he's just a passive guy. They need a little more time to warm up."
She shook her head. "Well, I can't wait forever."
You think he's cute, don't you? You wish he'd come over and talk to you, don't you? Or that he'd ask you out, right? Or maybe even a plant a kiss. But he's not. What's a girl supposed to do?
Flirt! Flirt your cute little ass off!
Don't know how? Let me tell you, from the guy's perspective, what do to.
Ah yes, that ever-illusive activity, as exasperating as it is exhilarating. Both loved and loathed, dreaded and desired. Like a wish whispered under a full moon's light.
I speak of dating, of course. That favorite ritual of guys and dolls. What fun!
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA