I have a guy friend who is perpetually single. He’s got everything going for him. Advanced degree. Successful. Funny. Social. Ambitious. Good values.
And yet every time I talk with him, it’s the same old story.
Another woman just broke his heart.
When I ask him for the details of the latest debacle, it usually comes down to the fact that he’s a nice, relationship oriented man, who earnestly follows through and communicates his feelings… and she’s an aloof woman who tries to consider him as a romantic partner, but ultimately would rather chase an unattainable jerk.
It’s classic, really.
But when I ask my friend what makes him fall for these emotionally unavailable women, you know what he tells me?
“I like them because they’re smart and they’re hot.”
Objectively, wouldn’t you tell this man that perhaps “smart” and “hot” aren’t necessarily the best criteria to evaluate a lifetime romantic partner?
Of course you would.
You’d tell him to appreciate her inner beauty, her warm smile, her generosity, her sense of humor. All the things you appreciate about your own girlfriends.
Yet when you look at your own life – at your consistent pining for tall, handsome, brilliant, fascinating men – you do the exact same thing.
Worse, you defend it in the same way that my friend does:
“I can’t help what I’m attracted to!”
You’re right. You can’t help what you’re attracted to.
But you can acknowledge that the men you’re attracted to aren’t always good long-term relationship partners.
You can acknowledge that attraction can be blinding and allow you to overlook a man’s flaws for way too long.
You can acknowledge that attraction isn’t either a “10” or a “1” – that there’s usually something in between.
And you can acknowledge that, for my guy friend, his addiction to smart, hot, aloof and inaccessible women isn’t really working for him.
By the way, I’m not telling you anything that I haven’t considered in my own life.
As a man who’s been married for nearly two years, I’ve finally started to get into a rhythm with my wife.
We just bought a house.
We’re hoping to start a family next year.
We both work from home and spend a lot of time together.
And unless something changes, you know what we spend most of our time doing?
When we’re not working, you know what we do?
We figure out how we’re going to decorate the house.
We plan weekends out of town to go to friends’ weddings.
We discuss when my mother’s going to visit us next.
We throw dinner parties, karaoke parties, and wine tastings.
We go food shopping and make chopped salads with beets.
We watch “Castle” and as many minutes of “Dancing with the Stars” as I can tolerate.
We retreat to our offices where she watches funny YouTube videos and I obsessively manage my fantasy football team.
We go upstairs, wash our faces, talk about our days, tell each other we love each other, and snuggle before drifting off to sleep.
It’s a WONDERFUL life.
You know how much time we spend having sex? A couple of hours a week.
You know how much time we spend talking about string theory, or Proust, or what happens to us when we die?