Monday, March 15, 2010
Day 131: I deserve a boyfriend.
I don't want to come across as obsessed or unduly pathetic, but my state of boyfriendlessness has gotten beyond a joke. At the risk of sounding conceited, I am not an abhorrent woman. I'm not perfect, but there isn't a living soul who is, so perfect can piss off as any kind of excuse for a reason. Based on my observation of other girls who do have boyfriends, and on my own estimation of my general merits, I have come to the conclusion that I am entirely worthy of the amorous affection of a decent grade of boy. And yet no boy presents himself. Why? Here, as far as I can tell (is my perception monstrously skewed? It's entirely possible.), is what I have to offer: a presentable face (eyes probably best feature), generally good skin (helped by non-drinking glow!), a healthy and fit body with quite good boobs, an in-proportion bottom and shapely legs (helped by running and yoga). I'm gainfully employed in a creative field, university educated, I read, see good movies, wear cool clothes, get good haircuts, like jokes, parties, dancing, skiing, seeing bands, even going to the rugby, and I can cook. Apart from sounding like a complete wanker, what am I doing wrong? My intention here is not to try and trumpet myself as being some beaming example of awesomeness. I'm acutely aware that I do not present every man's cup of tea, and that I'm not one of those easy, long-haired, girl-next-door girlfriend types that boys seem to flock to. However, for the girl that I am, I don't know how much more I can do to make myself more attractive. Not to say there isn't room for improvement, but there's only so much a girl can do before she loses the plot. If I'm going to remain an easygoing and friendly individual, I think the me you see right now is about as good as it's gonna get. If boys aren't liking it now, there's not much more I can do. And why should I be contemplating doing anything else at all in fact? Whatever happened to boys being the active ones in seeking out females? It might just be this town, but dudes just don't seem to be interested anymore. There's no red-blooded pursuit of a dame. It's all roll another joint and wait for her to pay for all your drinks and drop you home in the expensive car that she paid for with cash from her high earning job. Excuse my French, but what the fuck? I don't care what feminism has taught us: it is actually unacceptable for boys to back down from their roles as men. Women cannot be expected to look pretty, have babies, make the home a warm and welcoming haven, be lovely and earn all the money and be the instigator in relationships. It's not freaking fair. And it's just going to lead to a whole lot of early deaths for females worn out from doing every fucking thing. Do boys want this? What happened to boys just really loving girls for their girlhood? Where are those men who simply love women? And I'm sorry, but I'm not accepting the idea that this is just a me problem and there's something wrong with me that keeps cool men away. Either Sydney is a dead zone for single females and I have to get out. Or the world has lost the plot when it comes to men courting women. I don't know the answer. But as I have now ranted myself into a state of exhaustion, maybe you could help me out with your opinions on the matter.
Posted by Claire at 6:39 PM