I recently met a female writer buddy for Indian foodÂ in the West Village.Â Â Over a leisurely dinner of vegetable samosas, curried shrimp, and palak peneer, we chatted about a host of topics–our current writing projectsÂ (a given), restaurants, a lecture she’dÂ attended that day addressing psychoanalytic perspectives on attraction and mating,Â an award she’d just received for her excellent blog on women in history, and the upcoming national presidential election, Â including yes, The Palin Factor.Â Â After exhausting these topics, we took the conversationÂ down a notch–okay, several notches–toÂ yes, men and dating.
No matter how balding,Â paunchy and yes,Â middle-aged a man may be, no matter that his job may suck or that he may not have a job at all,Â he still operates on the principle that he has a God given right to dateÂ twenty-somethings and models.Â Â Â
It seems that while my friend and I write fiction, a disturbing number of single men are living it.
Case in point, my friend recentlyÂ attempted to fix up her attractive, got-it-going-on male co-worker with her attractive got-it-going-on female writer friend.Â Â The man, who works in the finance industry,Â was so open to the fix-up that on his lunch break he pulled out his Blackberry and went to said writer’sÂ web site.Â Sufficiently intrigued,Â he went on to read her bio, which briefly mentions her graduate degree.Â Finishing,Â he turned back to my friend, smileÂ dropping,Â and said, “Sorry, but she’s too smart.”
Okay, so once a woman isÂ over thirty-five, dumb is what, theÂ new sexy?Â
On the extremely off-chance any single men are perusing this post, listen up, guys.Â Â Whether you’re in your 30’s, 40’s, 50’s or older, the time has come to get real about this dating-slash-life stuff.Â You are not going to end up with a model or an A-list actress.Â You are not even going to start out with one.Â Even if Brad Pitt was to be taken completely out of the picture, even if you were to step in and be Angelina Jolie’s shoulder-to-cry-on, her rock,Â sheÂ is still not going to have you.Â Â Ditto forÂ supermodel Heidi Klume and A-list actress, Jennifer Aniston.Â Your chance of scoring with these babes is not only remote.Â It isÂ nonexistent.
These women are simply not going to have you, so get over it.
I realize that for many of you this comes as a shock, one that you will need some time,Â anywhere from the next few minutes toÂ the rest of your lives to absorb.Â The good news is thatÂ there are actual, real life women who maybe just maybe might be persuaded toÂ have you or at least to take you for a test drive–think Zip Car versus the longer-term commitment of say, Hertz.Â Generally speaking we’re Manhattan single womenÂ 35 and older,Â and as a cohort we’re well-heeled, well kept, well read, and well employed.Â We’re smart.Â And sexy.Â Like Forest Gump’s peas and carrots, like peanut butter and chocolate in a Reese’sÂ cup, smart and sexy aren’t mutually exclusive.Â They can go together.Â In real life, they usually do.Â Still have doubts?Â ThenÂ check out these photos of my buddy, Liz Maverick’s birthday bash at Shalel last Saturday.
Real lifeÂ isn’t so bad, now is it?