Last night I had my date with the Muslim mystery man. I went mainly out of curiosity… I’ve never dated a Muslim before and I thought I might learn something.
Instead, he engaged me in the same pedestrian, pedantic (and surprisingly prevalent) discourse about male/female relations in NYC.
Apparently – and brace yourself here because this is a brand-new concept:
Men want gorgeous women.
Women want rich men.
Sigh.
Every single man I’ve dated since I moved here four years ago (with the exception of my ex) has launched into this topic with vigor. It’s inevitable. It doesn’t matter how intelligent or substantive they are—they seem to truly believe that women chose men based on their bank accounts rather than good old-fashioned compatibility. And don’t even get me started on “needing the most beautiful woman” regardless of her personality.
I refuse to believe that all men are that vapid.
And conversations like this- especially on dates- make me feel more alone than ever.
Not to be pedestrian myself, but … what ever happened to love?
*scorpio*
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