In Search Of A Real Woman

In Search Of

A Real Woman

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 is 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 in an effort 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.