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November, 2007
November 30th, 2007
We’re all quite familiar with hookers, strippers and gold-diggers of every description. We also know that a lot of them come armed with great bodies [their most leveraged asset] college degrees…and enough street smarts to find Bin Laden.
But there is another breed that is just as effective [in the short term] at getting men to do their bidding:
The “Alpha-Fem.”
These are women in their mid to late 30’s; physically fit, educated, attractive, financially independent – and like their similarly-equipped male counterparts – “cock-sure,” demanding and predatory.
Utilizing social networking sites and informal interviews as the principle data-mining sources, I have discovered that most of these women, on average, state a preference for men in the 28 to 38 range.
Now here’s where it gets interesting:
Most men in their 40’s and early 50’s, with similar 5-star attributes , tend to make the assumption that women in their late 30’s are going to fall all over themselves to date them, because to these men, the women in question are “soft targets.” But in her case, they would be wrong. This is because she’s hunting on the same migration trails. Not only that, but she doesn’t need his money, either.
So what he must do is wait patiently until her [much younger] boyfriend runs screaming into the arms of a much younger woman; a woman who won’t pressure the holy shit out of him for marriage and children before she hits 40. See, 28 is 12 years from 40, as opposed to say 36, which leaves only four years to produce an engagement, a marriage - and a year or so of fun - before the children start showing up.
Nonetheless, the Alpha-Fem” is tenacious. She’s at the top of her game [for her age] and she demands attention from men who make her feel like she’s getting all that she deserves. He is always younger, less challenging, less problematic, less complex and less baggage-ridden. He is someone who will [in her mind] idolize and worship her. These women will stop at nothing to prove to the world – and to themselves – that their assumptions are valid; and the reflections, real.
They are most often found at places like wine bars, where they can both showcase their prizes, while concurrently attracting the attention of other potential suitors; men who have the opportunity to observe them without being distracted by hoards of younger – and better looking – women. “Alpha-Fems” are usually in the company of different young men every night; men who they meet on dating sites like Match, Lavalife, Yahoo Personals and host of others; places where they can nail his attributes down a science that would challenge space shuttle technology.
But here’s the conundrum: Young men will hand over a lot in exchange for uncomplicated sex. But when their backs are against the wall and the teflon-shredding pressure to settle down starts obliterating their sense of freedom, he’ll trade her in for a stunning 28 year old; a woman who, by the way, looks just as good in a wine bar as she does in broad daylight.
So while “love, marriage, family and happily-ever-after” remain this creature’s most treasured illusions, Cinderella is now young enough to be her daughter.
Never lost on the men who date these women, the transparency of their single-minded motives - that often feel reptilian in the chillines of their focused appraisal - are enough to drive all of them, ultimately, to women in their 20’s and/or 40’s.
November 29th, 2007
For those of you, who think that hosting a blogsite like this is a cakewalk, think again. I get hammered from every angle…day in, day out. And given the subject matter, the reactions are extreme in both directions. The good news for me, however, is that people keep coming back. So I guess I’m making an impression after all…and that’s ultimately the point.
But the journey can be pricey…and I’m not talking about money.
For example, my family is divided on what I say and do. My brother, Gregory, feels that my message is quite sad; and that I should be more positive, upbeat and yes, conservative. He doesn’t enjoy reflecting on a culture in flux; particularly when his insulated, suburban family lifestyle hinges on the perpetuity of traditional paradigms. But I have also been told that the message is, indeed, conservative, in that it doesn’t sugar-coat reality, and stands up for truth…even when it hurts.
Nonetheless, in many conservative circles, one of the principal tenets…is silence. And if that’s the barometer of conservatism, then my brother is correct. I am both heathen and anarchist.
Traditional society pretends to be this or that, and everyone in that culture group goes along with the game because it keeps the peace. What I do is expose the duplicity in the game. The real difference between today and “Leave it to Beaver” is that society is exposed; and that gives the impression that things are coming unraveled. But the truth is society is simply coming to terms with what it has always been; an imperfect construct.
There has always been sexual infidelity, anonymous same-sex encounters in public restrooms, suicide, child abuse, murder, drug abuse, discrimination and a host of other problems, including World Wars; only now Fox News cameras are outside the restrooms. HBO does specials on sexual infidelity. CSPAN does live feeds of congressmen, shaking their fists and cursing their political colleagues over issues like stem-cell research and public impropriety. This is today’s impolite and intrusive version of reality – magnified ten-fold by a media hell-bent on ratings - but it is reality, nonetheless.
In the end, I love my family and respect my brother’s perspective, even if we disagree. I just can’t live my life the way I lived it as an adolescent, when the depression stayed in the closet where it would fester like a wound, grow malignant, and resurface later on wielding a new and more virulent strain of carnage.
Today, my life is a blessed place, and these blogs a testament to the fact that truth and vulnerability are the lifeblood of happiness.
November 27th, 2007
The gluteus maximus is the largest and most superficial of the three gluteal muscles. It makes up a large portion of the shape and appearance of the buttocks. When it is, say, round and toned, it is also responsible for such things as driving accidents, loss of consciousness in the middle of conversations and incomprehensible acts of utter stupidity on the part of men who will go to any length to date a woman who possesses one…whether or not said woman is psychotic, criminal or part extraterrestrial.
And without question, the power of this particular muscle group is not lost on women who tend to leverage it to its maximum potential in order to get what they want. In short, you will never see these women wearing anything that doesn’t showcase this highly-prized attribute.
But here’s the irony…and there is always irony with women: They will absolutely, positively tear your fucking head off if they get the slightest inkling that the primary reason you have extended your hand to meet them has more to do with their butts than what in their heads and hearts.
They do not appreciate being objectified, in spite of the fact that they set themselves up to elicit a response that would suggest otherwise. They like the attention, but they want it attenuated in a way that goes something like…”Yea I noticed her and her figure, but she’s really sweet and her eyes are just magical…”
Not gonna happen.
But the fantasy is sometimes enough…as long as you 1] keep your eyes off the back of her Rockin’ Republic’s and 2] pretend to care more about scented candles and, like, stars than her physical attributes; the same attributes she used to lure you in in the first place. Yes, it’s convoluted. Yes, it’s annoying. But if you just can’t help yourself, you will play by her rules.
Now there are some mitigating circumstances wherein this muscle group loses some of its magic. For one, if the woman in question is a stripper, she now has a cultural handicap that reduces the power of her butt by a factor of two. She knows that you still like it, but she also knows that you would like it a lot more – and for a lot longer – if she were a broker with a degree from Carnegie Mellon.
The next item that comes to mind is facial appearance. A woman with a flawless gluteus does not have to be beautiful, but she must be – at least – passable in public…and in broad daylight. If she isn’t, her butt will suffer a reduction in value, largely because it is impossible to disconnect it from the rest of the person; despite your efforts to the contrary.
And finally, if the woman has both facial and physical beauty, she must be prepared to share them with you, lest you go back to the stripper with the cultural handicap.
The dirty little secret that all women know, but few like to either admit or accept, is that men cannot disconnect themselves from the wiring that turns them into junkies for physical beauty. With that said, however, men do want more from women than the sum total of their physical attributes. We’re not complete morons. It’s just that the “ht/wt” equation comes first.
This is the hard, cold truth…and it’s a bitch.
Lucky for you guys that women are not as superficial and hold you to the same standards. If they did, most of you guys would be SOL…
November 27th, 2007
Communicating with a complete stranger in cyberspace is a lot like handing over a five dollar bill to a clerk at a Stop-and-Go and expecting him to smile as he passes you a check for twenty million dollars; the same check he, by the way, wants for himself, including the extra five from you.
The point is, online, it is only possible to communicate what I refer to as “data:” Name, date of birth, religion, nationality, etc. Beyond that, projection fills in all the empty spaces created by a human being reduced to space noise and pixel. In short, you become a sort of two-dimensional phantasm; an electronic creation with human characteristics supplied by the [your] new creator on the other end of the line…a woman with an agenda who will scrutinize everything word you type down to its atomic core…and then project the rest.
“Why did he say that? Did that last comment not bear a creepy resemblance to the serial rapist interviewed by Greta Van Susteren? And what about the remark about intimacy being a ‘complex matter for humans?’ Isn’t he human? And if he is, does he have a problem with intimacy? I forgot to ask him about his relationship with his mother. Shit! Anyway, why the fuck is he still single if he’s so great, anyway?”
Women, in particular, face a number of challenges unique to the internet. First, they are women, and therefore more vulnerable to male aggression. But that’s really a secondary concern, because there are things known as public venues. And besides, a woman is just as capable of carving a man up into bite-size pieces and deep freezing him before he knows what hit him.
Anyway, the single most important item to women; particularly those in their mid-30’s, whose sense of self hinges on finding a husband, bearing two children, and living next to a golf course [all before they hit 40]…is NOT wasting time. That’s because there isn’t a lot of time available, so at this point, they have to nail it on the first swing. This isn’t a time for romanticism and stargazing…it’s time to get down to business, which means the guy has to come charged, and programmed to dance on a dime.
To men, it’s just a date. Nothing more. They throw on a pair of jeans, occasionally brush their teeth, walk out the door and are done with it. If things click, great. If not, fuck it. There’s always another date. But women don’t want to put forth any effort going on what they perceive to be a high-risk enterprise, because to them it’s another job interview with a prospective employee who has some question marks on his resume.
Women have certain criteria imbedded in their synapses, to which you must adhere; and it all revolves around security…and not just financial [security]. The total sensory experience must envelope them; coddle them into spinning a cocoon and hanging themselves in a tree next to the 9th hole. Five years down the road you won’t recognize the new incarnation; the woman with the two kids next to a man reading a Wall Street Journal; all poolside at a family-friendly resort on the Carolina coast.
This is the fantasy, anyway, and a tall order completely lost on men, who’s heads are still back at the wine bar ordering a Merlot.
You guys are just one component in a complex strategy that does not necessarily make you its centerpiece; much less inform you that were a participant in the first place.
My advice: Try dating women in either their 20’s or 40’s. 25 still has an open mind and a beating heart. 42 is, by default, free of the subterfuge, and thus a more reliable friend and lover. Skip the 30’s altogether. These women often stand at the very edge of sanity; not old, not young, yet incomplete without an illusive fairy tale that doesn’t do command performances.
“Love isn’t a decision. It’s a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.”
Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park, Chef Aid, 1998
November 25th, 2007
The holiday season can make life feel a little like something I see through the lens of a camera; like I’m not even a part of it, but rather a kind of voyeur, peering from behind something no one else can see. I just watch and listen as the dreamscape unfolds. In this state of mind, my connection to it feels tenuous. I don’t bother engaging a stranger in conversation, unless the conversation involves something like plumbing; because anything resembling feelings, emotions or – god help us – philosophical introspection, places me at great risk of a confrontation at the hands of complete strangers who bristle at the density of emotion that words can’t hide.
Anyway, I do what I always do when these feelings ambush me: I disconnect.
It sounds a little sociopathic, but it isn’t, really. I don’t kill the neighbor’s cat, or swallow a bottle of Advil. I just watch reruns of “Survivorman,” and everything sort of falls back into place. While we fight our culture wars, “Survivorman” [Les Stroud] is out there eating live spiders, carving shelters out snow [with his bare hands], and looking - and feeling - like total shit for seven [7] days.
I don’t care what he gets paid. It isn’t enough for the crap he endures; and doesn’t even begin to take into account what he gives back to people like me who can never get enough in the way of perspective.
The fact is, it’s basically impossible to feel depressed when you’re stuck in a swamp with no food or water. Depression becomes a luxury, no matter how much you want to wax poetic about meaninglessness. Look at the stars and obsess about the point of existence all you want. That 12-foot thing lurking in the sludge couldn’t care less, which you’re suddenly on board with as it lunges for your midsection.
Electroconvulsive therapy used to be the go-to method for shocking people out of their delusions, but today we have “Survivorman;” and thank God.
No surprises here that psychiatric help is now delivered courtesy of network television.
November 22nd, 2007
The holidays are a time of year when extended family [many of whom you don't know, and never met] come together as one harmonious genetic entity. During the course of these encounters one would be best advised to keep the conversations neutral. This is not only because you have no concept what kind of psychiatric interpersonal minefield you’re entering, but you’re also clueless as to the divergence of deep-seated opinions. With this in mind, I have compiled a list of acceptable discussion topics that are sure to keep things on even keel as you navigate these, often turbulent, waters.
[from Linsayism.com]
1. The Disappearing Bees
Opening Gambit: “Did you hear about how the bees are disappearing?”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: Bees are good! What is happening to the bees? I know some things about this topic. It is scary, but the scientists are working on it. We won’t know until Spring. Let’s all cross our fingers. We shall see.
Do Not Mention: “Bee AIDS”, Global Warming
2. Poor Little Madeleine McCann
Opening Gambit: “Did you hear about that little English girl who went missing in Portugal? So sad.”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: It’s not good to leave small children alone in unlocked apartments, but it is sad that a child is missing and her parents are being crucified by the press.
Do Not Mention: The underreporting of the child abductions of minorities. (Really, I mean, “duh.” You will be tempted, but seriously, that will only lead into some discussion of sex slaves and homosexuals and the evils of pornography and you just really don’t want to think about poor Uncle Gary’s “wide stance” if you can help it.)
3. Fancy People Pay Outrageous Prices for Gross Food
Opening Gambit: “You guys will love this - I have friends who call themselves “foodies” who eat the most disgusting things and pay so much money for it!”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: Fois Gras is gross.
Do Not Mention: “Oh, my god, and the worst thing is? They force-feed those poor little ducks. No, I really, it’s CRUEL, I watched a whole documentary on it…” Or anything to which they could say… “And speaking of documentaries…”
4. Find Something Low-Stakes That You Are Actually Sort Of Conservative About
Opening Gambit: I think teachers should be paid much more money, but that we should be able to fire them if they do a bad job. (Or something you’re secretly conservative about.)
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: Teachers should be paid much more money.
Be Sure to Mention: Your stoned tenured high school teachers.
Do Not Mention: Actually, if it’s a hypothetical enough topic, you can actually have an “argument” about it and not raise anyone’s blood pressure! You can even pretend to be “convinced” by their argument. As in: “you know, now that I think about it, vouchers may simply be society’s surest form of ‘harm reduction’ when it comes to keeping kids with well-meaning parents off the streets. It’s sort of like, needle exchanges and methadone maintenance for intravenous drug addicts…” Ha ha ha, just kidding.
5. Remember When Tony Soprano called it “The lowest form of conversation?” I call it “Communication that does not involve the Iraq War.”
Opening Gambit: Remember when I was little and I said cute things?
Do Not Mention: Anything that could lead to a “Those days being better days than these days, in which little girls dress like prostitutes and everyone shacks up” conversation. Not that your fifteen-year-old cousin’s miniskirt isn’t begging everyone to go there already…
[from jay rusovich]
6. Say something nice about the weather that does not involve snow plows or storm shelters.
Opening Gambit: “The trees look so interesting without their leaves.”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: Everyone likes trees; even trees without leaves.
7. Health conversations work.
Opening Gambit: “Hey, I heard about a new multi-vitamin that can help prevent colds…”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: Discussions concerning health are on everyone’s list; particularly this time of year. Just don’t allude to the fact that their coughing children have anything to do with the topic of conversation.
8. If it’s bitterly cold outside, mention your recent vacation to Spain.
Opening Gambit: “You know, I went on a great vacation this Summer.”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: Everyone loves vacations, but don’t brag about the fact that you ONLY book Presidential Suites at 4 Seasons properties, unless everyone at the table can afford to do the same.
9.Compliment everyone on their appearance.
Opening Gambit: “Aunt Grace, you look absolutely wonderful.”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: No one thinks Aunt Grace looks wonderful, but appreciate your lack of candor.
10. Mention how thankful you are to be a part of the family.
Opening Gambit: “It’s great that all of us can be together this year.”
Point of Guaranteed Agreement: No one will dare dispute this, but it might turn the conversation in the direction of your personal life…as in whether or not you’re currently dating someone. No matter what, you want to come across as a socialized human being, rather than, say, a rebellious, maladjusted sociopath with feral tendencies…so tell them that you’re seeing someone and then try to change the subject.
Remember, this is a minefield. Expect bored kids to bounce turkey bones off the side of your head while coughing all over your eggnog. Expect parents to reveal their parenting skills, whether or not you care to witness - or agree with - floggings and forced socialization. Expect to be scrutinized [from every conceivable angle] for being single. To most people, singlehood after the age of 25 is an endless source of fascination. But keep in mind that you cannot launch into a diatribe wherein you deconstruct the dysfunction you see unfolding before your eyes [without triggering world war 3]. So you must bear the brunt of the inquisition. Never, ever tell them that being single is just fine, because they want to hear how lonely you are - and how much better off they are [than you]…even if they aren’t, which is often the case.
On my last foray into these extended family collisions, I managed to find some relief by kidnapping my nephews and taking them to a mall, where I bought them a pile of silver chains, heavy-metal CD’s and baggy jeans. Needless to say, everything was confiscated when we got home, and I was forbidden to take them anywhere without parental supervision.
The holidays are weird, but just look at it this way: You could be in their shoes.
November 18th, 2007
RIYADH, Saudi Arabia — A 19-year-old female victim of gang rape who was initially ordered to undergo 90 lashes for “being in the car of an unrelated male at the time of the rape,” has been sentenced to 200 lashes and six months in jail for telling her story to the news media.
Saudi Arabia enforces a strict Islamic doctrine that forbids unrelated men and women from associating with each other, bans women from driving and forces them to cover head-to-toe in public.
HOUSTON, Texas – A 50-year old Houston man has been criticized by a group of 40-something women for dating a 25-year old woman because the woman is “half his age.” He received a 15 minute tongue lashing, but no jail time.
KABUL, Afghanistan - A teenage boy who was teaching English at a local school was dragged into the street and executed by Taliban militants, the provincial police chief reported.
“The boy, who was teaching English to other students after school hours, had been warned by the militants to stop teaching English,” provincial police chief Esmatuallh Alizai said.
THE WOODLANDS, Texas – A 42-year old woman who is openly dating an 18-year old man continues to feel invisible to men her own age no matter who she dates. She recently received a 20-minute tongue lashing from her mother, and potential jail time for seducing his 16 year-old roommate; a boy whose mother also faces jail time for the same offense with the same juvenile.
“Blah blah blah…” commented Jay Rusovich as he stood on a Houston street corner interviewing drag queens for his new reality dating show: “How to Date a Psychotic,” which starts next season on Fox.
Stay tuned.
November 17th, 2007
Jay: What draws you to older men? Does age matter?
“Older men are more experienced, more interesting. They are able to say what they really think. They seem to be more in touch with their feelings, and their life experience is greater. I also feel like they appreciate me more….a lot more.”
Jay: What are the biggest obstacles problem [s] with younger men?
“Young guys just don’t really give a shit, to be honest. They don’t have a clue about a lot of things. They’re cocky, arrogant, think they know everything…but they don’t. They’re still trying to figure out who they are, but think you don’t notice because you’re so obsessed with their appearance.”
Jay: Are older men good in bed?
“Some, yes, because of their experience and awareness of feelings of others. They’re not just mechanical.”
Jay: Many older women complain that men their age are tired and lack spontaneity. Is this true?
“When you’re at a certain age you get accustomed to certain things, unlike a typical 28-year old. There is a progression of life. What you see is what you get. Older men are already formed, and there’s something very appealing about that.”
Jay: In general, do you feel more or less appreciated by older men?
“More so, definitely. Youth and beauty are powerful and they really cherish it. Younger men are so obsessed with themselves that they just take it for granted. They’re not established with themselves or others. Young women need a lot of attention, and they get it from older men.”
Jay: Why don’t older men date older women?
“Because they complain a lot more. Appreciate a lot less. They always seem aggravated, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that they don’t look the way they used to…and they know that men are the first to notice. Anyway, why would an older guy date an older woman when he can date someone younger and more beautiful? It just makes sense.”
Jay: Don’t older women have more in common with men their own age?
“Probably, but look at all the good-looking, available older men these days. They have lots of friends their own age. Why wouldn’t they want to get away from some of that? Older women are always accusing us of exploiting men for their superficiality – and their money – and while we enjoy the benefits of financial stability, there is a lot more to it that makes the overall package a much better deal, so to speak. Sorry, I’m in sales…”
Jay: What do you fear most about getting older?
“The fact that my attractiveness will fade, and I will have to rely on intelligence and wit alone. Now I have all 3, and that is powerful.”
Jay: Do men have to be in shape?
“Not really. We fall in love with the man as a person, and the connection that two people share. However, women do have to be in shape no matter what. They angriest women are the ones who are out of shape because no one pays much attention to them.”
Jay: How much does money play a role in your relationships with older men?
“They should have more than I do, especially if the man is almost twice my age. He has had more time to establish himself . Anyway, I make enough to live the lifestyle that I want.”
Jay: Have you ever seriously dated men your own age?
Yes, but again, they are too involved with themselves. They don’t know who they are yet. They’re more superficial and arrogant…and they’re more interested in 19 year-old girls, anyway.”
Jay: Older women accuse you of playing “arm charm” to older men. Are you just exploiting male obsession with youth and beauty?
“First of all, they [older women] feel that way because they themselves are no longer arm candy. And no, most older guys expect more than a pretty package, no matter what older women think.”
Jay: Do you think that older women prefer younger men, or it is just a means to an end?
“What is an aging woman’s greatest fear? That she end up alone. So she’ll choose someone who she can feel some control over. And that gets back to desirability. If young men desire her, she will date them in the hopes that it will develop into something meaningful. Unlike men, she doesn’t date younger because younger looks better. She dates younger because younger guys will date her, period.”
In the end, we can’t deny the statistical reality that an emerging class of educated, affluent, single, middle age adults has emerged as a driving force in our society. Some will perceive its manifestations as a cultural catastrophe, while others will shut the doors and move to suburbia. But whatever your view, the paradigms are shifting and we along with them.
If two people the same age fall in love, wonderful.
If one partner is half that age, splendid.
Who cares?
If this stuff bothers you, talk to a therapist about your adjustment disorder, because whether you like it or not, when you combine longer, healthier life spans, with a maturing [and vast] culture of feminist and secular progressive ideologues, you have an American society of independent human beings who – discounting illegal immigration – are on a crash course with extinction.
Hey, how ‘bout those Red Sox?
November 14th, 2007
Have you ever felt alone in all of this? I mean, really alone? Alone in a way that feels like your connection to everyone and everything is imaginary? In some circles, this mental state describes signs of clinical depression; in others, the word Lithium comes to mind. But I’m so used to this meandering daemon that the edges are now worn down, and its residence in my head is more like an overnight than a long weekend.
One catalyst for these feelings is our cultural obsession with wealth, fame, beauty and celebrity. It’s become an idolotry, punctuated by metaphors like Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. During the course of a recent discussion with a friend about the mindset of our civilization, he commented that “we no longer make Mona Lisa’s, we make Celebrities…”and he was dead on.
I grew up in a generation where materialism and superficiality were looked upon with disdain. Driving expensive cars, living in mansions and flaunting designer clothing was only acceptable for rock stars; heroin addicts with a penchant for anti-authoritarian themes against a backdrop of protests, free love and feminism. I could imagine the trappings of the wealthy class overrun by hoards of stoned malcontents, storming their guilded neighborhoods with bongs and hand-painted signs, decrying the collapse of capitalism; the same system that afforded them the luxury of free speech, public marches and private jets with peace signs emblazoned across the fuselage.
Four decades later, none of us can live without our nice homes and expensive sports cars; the same ones we now like to flaunt. And while a lot of the same music blasts through our Bose car stereo systems; it’s now been reengineered for better sound at high volumes. And as for marching in the streets, we opt instead for cross-training in the parks with the finest track shoes and apparel that money can buy; and all this as we communicate with the world through devices that enable us to remain physically detached from the rest of humanity…the same humanity with which we once stood shoulder-to-shoulder in celebration of the human spirit.
Sometimes I wonder how I got through it. The journey seems like an eternity, but here I am on the other side of it where life has started all over again. Never in a million years did I think that I would walk out of that time - at mid-century - and see so many others like myself; refugees from a period in history that, in contrast, makes all of us feel a little disconnected.
No wonder we’re all in therapy.
November 13th, 2007
In the context of mating, women are impossible to understand, because everything they find compelling in a man involves a complex process of establishing security in life, and little else. This is in stark contrast to male wiring; wherein a woman must be physically attractive before said man can pass go. He’ll sort out the rest down the road…after he’s slept with her. This disparity is so great that it reduces male comprehension to the level of those astronomers listening to space noise, hoping to decode the nuances of extraterrestrial life.
Men fall on their faces in astonishment as they witness a man that resembles an aging marsupial in the arms of a staggeringly beautiful woman; but what she sees is a stable, committed, trusting soul with a predilection for entombing her in hundred dollar bills; all this while keeping his eyes glued to her and her alone.
Visualize spiders and webs, if you enjoy metaphor.
One might also notice that she enjoys fawning all over him as you stare her down in a way that says something along the lines of…”how could you possibly sleep with that guy when you could be with me?” She knows exactly what you’re thinking, because she gets the same reaction from men everywhere she goes. And because his physical appearance is largely irrelevant, she exaggerates the sickening spectacle in order to shove her perspective straight down your throat.
There are scenarios wherein women will date an attractive man just because he’s attractive, but the woman in question is usually under the age of 25 — or someone of affluence in the middle years who enjoys the affirmation that comes from producing the occasional erection.
