From The Male Room
The Battle Of The
Sexes Is Still On!
by Ethan Kyles
For the last four weeks, I’ve been dating a woman, who chose me on a day when I felt like being chosen. I had just broken up with a girlfriend who had pushed hard for two years and had finally pushed me over the edge with her fervent demand for more attention, more time, and a ring.
I was sitting in a popular club waiting to meet some friends when this gorgeous woman came over and asked me to dance. She claimed it was to win a bet with her table buddies that I wasn’t as aloof as I appeared and that she could get me to dance in three minutes or less. I didn’t believe her because women hit me on all the time, and the gleam of interest in their eyes was always the same. But I thought her approach was fresh and it came at a moment when I needed a pleasant distraction.
After we danced, she offered to buy me a drink in appreciation for helping her win the bet and promptly went back to her seat. By this time, I was impressed and intrigued, because it would have been in keeping with what I was used to if she had sat down next to me without an invitation.
Therefore, with my curiosity aroused, I went in hot pursuit and ended up taking her home. Two nights later, we met for dinner and she paid the tab. She had invited me, so again I was impressed. Three nights later, she invited me over for a seven-course meal.
We began dating and the dates became more frequent–three or four times a week with money being spent pretty fairly on both of our parts. I was impressed and delighted at finding a woman willing to bring her wealth to the table to pull her social weight.
Then it all came to a screeching halt. She had a birthday and I sent her a dozen roses and she stopped talking to me and sent me a text calling me a “cheapskate.” After finally getting her on the phone, she expressed her disappointment at not receiving a more expensive gift like a piece of Tiffany jewelry or a pair of Louboutin shoes (those red-soled ones that range from $700 to $6000) she had shown me one night when we passed a high-end store.
She hung up when I said that I found her attitude to be a little demanding and over the top for someone I’d only known a few weeks. Just as I was about to become connected to this “unique” woman, she kicked over the bucket of my blossoming feelings with some off-the-wall demand. It seems that women are fast becoming more difficult with the demands they put on a man to behave in accordance with their unrealistic standards.
I say to the women who complain that the men today don’t have it together that they may be deemed so because of their lack of encounters with women who do.