I have sensed for some time that the dating game is a minefield these days, especially for women, but I had no idea just how rough it was until I read this personal blog. It is American but still it confirms what I have suspected for some time, namely that, “despite there being about 150 million men in this country alone, good men seem to be a hot commodity that women (and sometimes other men) are willing to hock an organ for.”
In fact things are so tough that this blogger explains the praise that is heaped upon her man by other women. “So the shortage, perceived or real (looks pretty real), has sparked a phenomenon amongst some women. Adoration. If I am out with Mr Devoted, inevitably, I will hear the phrase “you are so lucky” at least once.”
Understandably, that makes things a little awkward. People just stare at her, but turn to her date to tell him how fabulous he is. Sadly things do not end there. No sir, it is not the case of a quick compliment and that is it.
The mating market is so competitive in fact that women will actively try to steal the bloke out from under her nose, while they are still on the date!
The blogger goes on describe how her ‘sisters’ will attempt to stage a full on ‘coup’ before her very eyes. The groupies start circling until it is full on ‘entourage’ vying for this bloke’s affection. At this stage he may just leave there and then or he may stay loyal.
Bloody heck, I thought, that is one tough marriage market. No chance of playing hard to get in that environment so on that point – please disregard all previous advice on playing hard to get.
But what this story illustrates is just how silly it is for women to focus only on their careers in their twenties to the exclusion of everything else. It is bonkers really. Of course devoting significant effort to one’s career is sensible at this stage, but to do it to the detriment of ever finding a mate will put you on the road to misery.
Looking back I probably devoted equal amounts of time and energy to career and husband hunting in my twenties. The truth is I received a tip-off from a friend about how worthy my now delightful husband was, and made it my business to meet him. The rest is history.
I doubt I would have the energy to compete with an entourage of women circling him like a vulture if I had waited until my thirties, and let’s face it, if I was competing with a gaggle of twenty-somethings, I would not stand a chance.
So there we have it twenty-something ladies. Your time to find a husband is now, so don’t spend all of it in the office (unless it is filled with single marriageable men).