In a recent conversation with friends we got to talking about men and women here in New York City. I freely admitted that many New York women are aggressive and hostile. From those low calorie diets and long hours in the office coupled with the need to control everything in their lives, including their men, New York women can be quite off putting if not downright offensive sometimes.
The worse of it all is these women take this aggressiveness as a badge of honor of what it means to be a New York woman. Sorry, I’ll pass. Witty, smart, fire cracker, beautiful, alluring, sexy and independent does not mean grabbing every guy by the balls and twisting them off his body.
Unfortunately, I don’t find many New York men any better. They are complicated, moody, spineless or too aggressive. Now that I’ve written this out the New York man is probably the perfect match for the delusional New York woman.
As a non-aggressive woman who can be a bit moody but is far from hostile I find myself at my wits end. I’m done with the guys wanting me to pay their way. Kiss my ass. Complicated. Are we coming or going? Moody. I thought it was us chicks with the hormonal fluctuations but I can still work with it. Aggressive. After twenty-five unanswered phone calls in the same day wouldn’t you get the hint that I don’t want to talk to you? Spineless. I’ve hit a wall.
Spineless, cowardly men should be in therapy, or perhaps sent to some kind of military boot camp for a year or two. A coward cannot be trusted. He never takes responsibility for his actions. It’s always some else’s fault for the things that have gone afoul in his life. From his mother to his last girlfriend, they are all to blame for his current state of suffering. He is the guy who is either physically abusive or close to it. He nitpicks at your inadequacies and is sure to point them out to you. He’s threatened by a woman he does not feel better than. Yet, he has no problem letting you deal with everything – from the bills, feeding him, caring for the children to fighting off the mugger in the dark alley robbing you both.
What is a girl to do? I could blame the New York tap water! With birth control and antidepressants swimming around in it what do we expect? But blame doesn’t solve the problem. I’ve figured my only option is to continue as I am in the hope that I’ll meet a strong fellow who can pay his own bills, take responsibility for himself and his actions and won’t think twice about joining me in the beat down of the punk ass mugger. Basically, I’m hoping to meet a real man.
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