Are you boring? See here. Are you a slacker? See here. However, you probably aren't either, because the ladies keep you around as a friend. It's more likely they have forgotten you have a penis, Duckie. Don't be offended; We women have a lot on our minds. We can't keep track of who has a penis and who doesn't. You have to remind us occasionally.
Before you break out your loin cloth and wench-ing club, let me explain. Most reasonably well-adjusted women want a partner, not a boss, not a social worker, not a child. Just someone who makes life a little more exciting, a little less hard and a little more loving. You don't want to be an arrogant psychopath (ahem, Peter Campbell), but you don't want to do what you've been doing. Try being yourself, but, you know, more interesting and more useful.
Getting past the first date requires more than being nice and mildly entertaining. You aren't writing a Saved by the Bell reunion special. Instinctively, women know that eventually we are going to slip into a relationship rut, complete with ratty sweatpants and unrepentant farting. If we start at that level, who knows what fresh hell we'll find when we relax? I don't want to date someone who makes me feel comfortable. I want to date someone who makes me feel like I've accomplished something. Challenge me. We don't have to arm wrestle, but it is impossible to believe that you agree with everything I say. I'm wrong. A lot. Pick one of my more egregious statements and call me on it, intelligently.
Once you've established that you aren't a Justin Bieber body pillow who wants to become a real boy, prove that you're useful to me. I freely admit that I would make a poor Women's Studies major. Here's more proof. I don't want to ever do anything with my car besides drive it and fill it with gas. Learn how to change a tire. Additionally, as long as women continue to make 77 cents to a male dollar, I'm not chasing away any possums that set up camp under my deck. Here's a broom. You better believe that I know how to use a band saw...but I'd rather you did it for me. Sure it's sexist and not every woman is going to agree, but at the very least, you should be able to do what your girl can do. That way you can deflect the possum frontal attacks with a trash can lid, while she goes around to hit the right flank. It's about teamwork.
And don't rant about the downfall of the American male, because I don't buy any of that misogynistic men's rights nonsense, with its Rage cartoons and tired quips about "manginas." It's not all or nothing.
The first has me googling "Protective Order" and the second has caused my retinas to detach from severe eye rolling. You want something in the middle.
I suppose it is difficult for a man to find the right balance. If it feels unfair that you have to do all this extra stuff to be attractive to potential partners, well, then now you actually do know a little about what it's like to be a woman. So I'll tell you what I tell my girlfriends: We are all horribly flawed, selfish people. You just need to find someone whose character deficiencies compliment your own, so keep trying. Everybody forgets that Duckie found somebody, too. Remember that girl with the feathered hair in the awful dress? Yeah, I know, it doesn't narrow it down...
This post is dedicated to Shiftless Husband, who suggested the topic. Happy Anniversary. I'm sorry about that time I sent you up on the roof in a thunderstorm and then you were yelling for help and I couldn't hear you because my sister and I were watching Keeping up with the Kardashians really loudly. Because of you and your humongous babies, I will never wear a bikini again, so I think we are even. I love you, but don't let it go to your head.
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