| Written by Pete Scalia, on 06-05-2007 23:31 |
Ask Him: Where Are All the Good Men?
Single ladies, ever wondered where all the good guys are in Cincy? Our "Ask Him" columnist, WLWT-TV's Pete Scalia, provides helpful insight into the male psyche and explains why you may be looking for love in all the wrong places.
"Why is it most good looking, remotely successful guys in the this town
think they are in L.A. and act like a ass on a consistant basis? Is the
pool of a well-rounded guys so void in Cincy that the few there are
milk it for all it's worth?"
-Sarah, Westwood
I can't count how many times I've heard this one, or something similar:
"There just aren't any good guys out there," "All of the good ones are
taken," or "please stop calling me, you psycho." OK, maybe not the last
one. Not recently, anyway.
Did it ever occur to people that, if you're constantly meeting the
wrong people, you just might be looking in all the wrong places? "You
know, it's the funniest thing. Every weekend, when I wear the tightest,
most revealing outfit in my wardrobe, and head out to the clubs looking
for the man of my dreams, only oversexed man-children seem to hit on
me. I can't figure it out!" Hmmm.. Need I explain that one?
Unfortunately, we men are but simple creatures. Although we may be
highly intelligent and fairly evolved beings, there's just something
about women in a bar/club-type atmosphere that drops us back a few
links down the evolutionary chain - somewhere just below marmets, and a
notch or two above pond scum. I can't explain it. It's like there's
some invisible bouncer sitting at the door of every club, that require
most men to check their tact and dignity at the door before entering.
I know it sounds cliché, but it seems that I've met the best people
when I was least expecting it. I might have even met a few of them at
clubs or bars - but it certainly wasn't when I was trying to. Maybe
that's the problem. Most people are just trying too hard.
And as good-looking as that guy might be who just pulled up to the club
in a Ferrari, keep this in mind: a good-looking guy in a Ferrari
probably isn't pulling up to a club in Cincinnati to meet someone for a
stimulating intellectual conversation. Ever been in a Ferrari? They are
way too small for brains that big. Personally, I believe that Ferraris
(or any small exotic sports car, for that matter) were designed to
attract incredibly beautiful women, and get them back to your place as
fast as humanly possible. I hear that hats or t-shirts that say "ask me
about my billions" are sometimes also equally attractive, provided the
person actually does have billions, and doesn't live at home with mommy
and daddy any more. Unless, of course, "home" is a palace in Europe,
and "mommy" and "daddy" happen to be members of some royal family. But
I digress...
Not happy with the caliber of men you're attracting? Try doing some
thing different. Get involved in different social settings. Find a
hobby. Join a group or a club. And make it something you might like to
do, or have always wanted to learn more about. That way, even if you
don't meet someone right away, you still get something out of the
experience - something more beneficial than a hangover, assorted
napkins full of numbers you would never, ever call and a wardrobe full
of smoky clothes (if you're hitting the clubs outside of Ohio, anyway.)
In short, to attract the kind of man you think you deserve, be the type
of woman you think he'd like you to be. Which, in most cases, is
yourself.
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