For some odd reason, modern women writers, when discussing the situation with respect to men, just cannot understand what is happening. They consider the problem superficially, but never get to the root of the problem. Men with jobs that need to be actually accomplished have little time for foolishness, thus normally trying to get to the true cause of the problem.
Probably these women deep down know what the issues are, but neither they, or their audiences want to hear them. Let us look at the latest case,
There are lots of things I love about Britain, just not its men.
That sets things off to a good start. As we shall soon see, perhaps she might consider that the feeling is mutual.
Finding Mr Dreamy is difficult because the main strategies a girl can use are wrought with danger. Number one is proactivity: in 2016, it seems fair that a woman can approach a chap she fancies. This sometimes works, but generally does seem to make the man’s insides shrivel up when asked “having a good night?” or something equally menacing.
Apparently she has tried to be forward, and scared some fellas away. I am guessing that there are lots of ball-busters around, and men are using this as a way to try to filter them out. Furthermore, men in general don’t like really assertive women. Perhaps she might consider the situation form a guy’s perspective.
So we consign ourselves to option two: waiting. Which is just as problematic, as nothing happens. That’s the conclusion my friend and I came to last week, while we were sitting at a bar. We’re hardly bad company and several lads gave us a cheeky stare as they did the toilet trot. Still, nothing happened, so we stared sadly into our Mojitos at single reflections.
Men won’t approach, women hit hardest.
Now I’m not Claudia Schiffer, but I don’t think I’m Chewbacca either. Yet operating in this asexual environment, it is possible to feel largely unattractive. Some sort of winter chill has frosted over British men’s gonads, and it’s leaving us all out in the cold.
Now she is diagnosing and placing blame. It is men’s gonads that are the problem. Really, she doesn’t have anything better? Is this the product of a fine education?
If only they’d learn from the Europeans, maybe we’d be in with a chance. In countries such as Italy, Spain and France, the men are as forward as it gets. In such territory, a woman’s self esteem may rise substantially from all the glory of being chatted up.
So she longs for some latin passion to assuage her ego. Would these Romance Language Speakers that chat her up make good LTR prospects? Or are they mostly about flings? As we will soon see, an LTR is supposedly what she wants.
In 2014, newspapers boasted that the City of London is fantastic for women – because it has 155 single men per 100 ladies. These numbers seems favourable – until you realise that you’re dealing with the most placid of creatures, many of whom seem to delight in their solo status.
Are they placid, or are they wise to the game? Furthermore, why do they delight in their solo status?
You may be thinking that all this is trivial, but this dating dallying has big societal consequences. As the Guardian likes to remind us, loneliness kills – so dithering lads are actually murderers, when you think about it.
Murderers the fellas are? That seems a bit much. Men exist to keep women from getting lonely? Perhaps she should consider why men would rather be by themselves or with their buddies than with women.
Birth rates and loneliness aside, it’s a simple issue of self-esteem that worries me. Because of daft, but very real, rules of engagement, most women really are at the whim of men to decide their dating destiny. You wouldn’t believe how many guys are averse to forward women, but then won’t do the forward thing themselves. So everyone is stuck.
Who’s self-esteem is she worried about?
Finally she is getting somewhere. Some of the problem (as seen by her) is that guys are scared of making a wrong move and paying a big price for it. Now where does the fault for the implementation of these rules of engagement lie?
As for Romance Language Speakers, they are given a pass on the rules of engagement (within reason).
When I talk to single friends, many of us share a simple desire: we just want to be talked to more. Frankly, it’s getting us down. British lads, please find your gonads.
Here is the author’s big finish, high powered shaming. I will respond with this: throughout history men have taken risks when the reward appeared to be commensurate to the risk.