Meh, what else is new. I've been on that boat for a long time, which is probably the biggest contributing factor as to why I'm single.
Call me crazy, but I just haven't found the urge to pretty myself up, dress to the nines and throw myself at fine specimens such as these...
Granted, not all men look like that, and not all men suck, but please take note of the operative word here. MEN!!
For most women out there, and that's me included, the epitome of the ideal man goes a little something like this:
Or if you're a more of a modern day woman, a little something like this:
Oh Mr. Darcy. Be still my beating heart. The man every woman wants, and every man wants to wallop.
Before Zac Efron, and before Edward Cullen, was The Darcy phenomenon. The love of the character surpassed the love of the actor, and poor Mr. Colin Firth could never reclaim his identity as a truly wonderful actor. No matter what part he took after the BBC mini series, nothing ever came close to the euphoria which was experienced over watching Mr. Darcy on your telly. The closest Firth came to regaining the same success was with the release of Bridget Jones' Diary, where he rehashed the exact same character, but wore much more comfortable clothing. I dare anyone to wear a reindeer sweater in such a way that presents women with the quandary of whether rip it off, or do the deed with the sweater on because he just looks so goddamn sexy in it. (Or maybe that's just me....)
Yes, Mr. Darcy. Wonderful, strong, handsome, Mr. Darcy.
The man who despite his best interests fell in love with Elizabeth Bennett.
The man who fell in love with Bridget "just as she is."
The man who came to Elizabeth Bennett's rescue and saved her family from ruins.
The man who flew halfway across the world to free Bridgett from a Thai prison.
The man who said the unforgettable words: "In vain I have struggled, but it will not do, you must allow be to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
And the man who answered "oh yes they fucking do", when Bridgett proclaimed that nice boys "don't kiss like that."
Oh yes, Mr. Darcy. Wonderful, smart, rich, handsome, kind, caring, romantic, perfect Mr. Darcy.
Well of course he's perfect. He was created by these.
WOMEN!
Jane Austen created one of the most romantic and charming men since Shakespeare's Romeo. Helen Fielding followed suit and 'creatively' gave us a more updated version.
My point to all this?
Ladies, the perfect man does not exist. Why? Because it's impossible, not virtually impossible or practically impossible, but IMPOSSIBLE for a man to be near perfect let alone perfection. There's no such thing. Have another read of Pride and Prejudice and Bridget Jones' Dairy, even the two Darcy's have their flaws. But because we have become so besotted in the ideals and romance, there is a tendency to block out the bad and concentrate of the good.
The tendency also transfers to real life situations. I myself will admit to falling for it. We become so engrossed in the fantasy of finding Mr. Right that we start to put any Joe Blow on a pedestal when really, he has no place there at all.
Please don't misunderstand me. Just because there is no perfect man doesn't mean that functional relationships don't exist. I myself know many people who are in one. Good for them. That's great. But that's not what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about your average, and I mean REALLY average guy that many girls seem to loose their nut over. To explain what I'm talking about, the scenario goes a little something like this:
Girl meets Guy. Both seem to dig each other, and flirting ensues. Girl gives Guy number. Girl is ecstatic, raves about guy, guy doesn't call, and the girl is shattered.
or...
Girl meets Guy. Flirt. Exchange numbers. Call. Date. Guy doesn't call again.
OR...
Girl meets Guy. Flirt. Exchange numbers. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Calls. Meet in public -- guy treats girl like stranger.
OR MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE
Girl meets Guy. Flirts. Sparks. Calls calls calls...but clearly one is using the other. Guess who.
*sigh* Pretty tough to catch a break. Can you blame a girl for being so down trodden and upset?
Sisters, I understand.
"*sniff* No you don't," you sob. "I'm tearing my hair out over this, and you've got a full head of hair. Don't tell me you understand. *sniff*"
Sisters...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!
Seriously, I'm all for love, romance, kisses and cuddles. I giggle with delight at them. But emotionally investing in someone who's clearly a dick just isn't right. He's not Mr. Darcy, and if he makes you feel like shit, he's not your Mr. Right. You can't change him, you can't make him do anything else, and you certainly can't get back the time you wasted on him.
No Deal.
Yes sweethearts, boys suck, and men can be idiots, but what else is new?
Why on earth would you place all your aspirations for happiness into one person?
Why do you place so many expectations onto a complete stranger?
Why don't you place those same expectations on yourself?
And if you spend any more time on the guy who wastes your time, you're going to miss out on the one who is actually worth your time.
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