One theory why it's tough for ladies this area to date is that the competitive job market, fast pace, and urban culture of the DC Metro Area not only attracts but also facilitates a certain type of male personality that is highly egotistical and self-absorbed.
Now, I'd hate for these city boys to get all the credit...
When I lived in North Carolina, I dated a fellow named John. And while, it didn't turn my stomach to look at him, I wasn't exactly high-fiving anyone after each date with him.
But, strangely, John was completely and utterly convinced that he was strikingly and painfully attractive he was. Certainly vanity is never a sought after trait, but most women will forgive this characteristic for a man whose vanity is well-earned. Brad Pitt, for example, could've written his graduate thesis about his own gorgeousness without complaint.
Now, I'd hate for these city boys to get all the credit...
When I lived in North Carolina, I dated a fellow named John. And while, it didn't turn my stomach to look at him, I wasn't exactly high-fiving anyone after each date with him.
But, strangely, John was completely and utterly convinced that he was strikingly and painfully attractive he was. Certainly vanity is never a sought after trait, but most women will forgive this characteristic for a man whose vanity is well-earned. Brad Pitt, for example, could've written his graduate thesis about his own gorgeousness without complaint.
This wasn't the case with John. But he would talk endlessly about his superior visage. At first, it was simply strange, was he being sarcastic?
Models, he claimed, had told him he was beautiful.
Models, he claimed, had told him he was beautiful.
The notion that at any given time hoards of models are roaming the countryside distributing over-the-top compliments to average-looking men aside, when the following incident occurred that I realized I was dealing with more than just the symptoms of early onset dementia.
One night while out to dinner, John and I happened to run into a co-worker of mine dining with his wife.
The following day, John asked me,
Really, honestly, asked me,
Asked me without an ounce of irony or humor,
Asked me in a way that was so genuine and sincere that it continues to befuddle not only myself, but every person with whom I have shared this story since,
Asked me if the next day at work my coworker had told me how attractive he thought John was.
You're probably confused. I'll clarify: John wanted to know if my male, married, co-worker had taken me aside at work, not to discuss a new movie coming out or what we were doing for lunch, and in lieu of conducting our professional responsibilities, but for only the exclusive and specific purpose of telling me that he thought John was good-looking.
My confusion was so absolute, that it may well have been the most confounded anyone has ever been about anything that has ever happened, ever.
Cavemen seeing fire for the very first time could not have been more baffled than I was at that moment. I was positively bewildered—and at that point growing frightened—by the magnitude of the ego I was dealing with. It was like realizing that the annoying ant problem I had in my apartment weren't ants at all but actually post apocalyptic fire-breathing dragons.
One night while out to dinner, John and I happened to run into a co-worker of mine dining with his wife.
The following day, John asked me,
Really, honestly, asked me,
Asked me without an ounce of irony or humor,
Asked me in a way that was so genuine and sincere that it continues to befuddle not only myself, but every person with whom I have shared this story since,
Asked me if the next day at work my coworker had told me how attractive he thought John was.
You're probably confused. I'll clarify: John wanted to know if my male, married, co-worker had taken me aside at work, not to discuss a new movie coming out or what we were doing for lunch, and in lieu of conducting our professional responsibilities, but for only the exclusive and specific purpose of telling me that he thought John was good-looking.
My confusion was so absolute, that it may well have been the most confounded anyone has ever been about anything that has ever happened, ever.
Cavemen seeing fire for the very first time could not have been more baffled than I was at that moment. I was positively bewildered—and at that point growing frightened—by the magnitude of the ego I was dealing with. It was like realizing that the annoying ant problem I had in my apartment weren't ants at all but actually post apocalyptic fire-breathing dragons.
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