Why You Can’t Get A Boyfriend In NYC

Reader “Susan” left quite a lengthy comment on my post Women’s Guide To NYC Dating, so I decided to make my response to her its own post so we can all benefit from this discussion…

Hi Bill, well thanks for the long response.

Just to let you know, back in about February a few months after having moved (as a life-long new Yorker) to the midwest, I met a guy. Actually, I met a couple guys. Hell, I could have met more had I went out on the town a fraction as often as I did in New York. But the one I’m dating is a keeper. We quickly became boyfriend-girlfriend, and it’s WONDERFUL. Hell, I need to start practicing yoga to limber up. Every moment is wonderful, and we both acknowledge it. Easily. I trust, I give, I need, and I am trusted, given to and needed. We think it’s because we have ‘perspective’ as he says. He’s not that experienced, nor am I, even at my age. And this is the one thing I’ve always been looking for in a person. It’s hard to even explain, if I had more time…

I’m very happy for you, Susan. 🙂 I hope you get to enjoy your relationship with this fellow for a very long time.

This is what happens when you move to the sticks. You automatically remove the rest of your competition. It’s much easier for ANYBODY to shine in an environment where they happen to be an anomaly.

That’s my point about dating in NYC for women. There are too many of y’all. There’s no reason to select one, because there are like eight other gals offering the exact same thing.. and then eight more next week.

This is one of the reasons why NYC is the “Neverland” of dating for the guys. Between new imports, tourists, and chicks that change neighborhoods and move near you, there’s a never-ending supply of females who provide essentially the exact same experience. There’s no reason for a guy to have a girlfriend when he knows 20 gals that don’t have a man and are dying to go out with him at the drop of a hat.

In the sticks, you have to get in where you fit in. If you don’t lock Betty-Sue down, the next man’s going to pull her and then you’re stuck with the same selection you had before the new gal arrived.

I’m not saying that to be funny.. it’s just the truth. It’s like how I can go anywhere in the country and chicks will fall all over me because I’m from NYC. It’s nothing I’m personally doing. I just made myself an anomaly because I’m different from their usual selection of guys.

I really want to respond to some of your points, many of which I disagree with on such a fundamental level that they’re difficult to explain, or perhaps, are difficult to be understood by those who have a different set of values, or lacking any knowledge of what theirs really are, or are too stuck in their own. But I will try- mostly for the lonely, strong goodhearted, New York women on here who keep plugging along in unhappiness and even misery!, and, most importantly perhaps- who have a new, revelatory inkling of something brighter, those women who have caught a sudden whiff of something being rotten in the state of New York.

I’m a fan of the lonely, strong, good-hearted New York women in this town.

I also realize that y’all have a tough row to hoe if you’re asking a guy to select you out of millions of other women that are bringing just about the exact same qualities to the table.

I’m looking forward to reading this, which I can say because I’m stopping along the way to type my responses so I can gain maximum personal enjoyment from your comments and reply as authentically as possible.

There’s so much I could say, and so little time. *sigh*

As is rather typical, women MAKE time for things that are important to them, which you obviously did with this reply. 🙂

This is why guys know that when we offer you an opportunity to get together and you act like you’re not interested or too busy, we need to focus our attention on women that are dying to spend time with us.

Your general argument about women being miserable being due to our own (assumed) unreasonably high expectations of men, is the expected one. It’s a common one on the internet. It reeks of bitterness, vanity and narcissism on the part of those arguing it.

This is interesting, Susan.

If I told you “Don’t walk out in the highway, because you’ll get run THE **** over”, would you call me bitter? 😀

If I said (not meaning YOU in particular) “You’re sweating me more than I’m sweating you.. In fact, I can exchange you at any time for a gal I met on the subway this afternoon”, would that be Narcissistic or factual? o_O (assuming that I can actually do that)

It’s easy to dismiss information that you wish wasn’t true by attempting to color the other person’s perspective. Unfortunately, I know lots of guys that have ZERO intention of being “faithful” to chicks and lie to y’all’s faces and do whatever they want behind your backs. I also know guys that will tell you they’re NOT going to get involved with you in some sort of “relationship” and that you can KICK ROCKS because there are other women interested in spending time with them right now.

Those Prince Charmings exist here as well. Good luck getting your hands on one (again, not you.. I realize that you’ve moved out of town already and are in a happy relationship) with at least another 500,000 lonely, good-hearted New York City women that want him as much as you do.

It’s also misandrous. Men are not less capable of emotion, love or commitment than women. They are geared to protect us. Their hearts are not less developed or smaller than ours. They may work differently, but they are not less. I am so, SO, sooo tired of hearing that they are. I know in my soul now – or perhaps simply remember- that indeed it’s nothing but the ideological insistence of many embittered or small-minded, wounded men whose hearts are indeed, smaller, and not *all* men.

I like this comment, Susan. I’ve never heard it before.

I’ve never said that men are less capable of emotion. I’ve never written that men don’t love women. I know guys that are committed to their girlfriends and/or wives.

What I’m telling you is that while you’re playing the “relationship” game, guys are playing the “get laid” game.

Are there guys that want relationships? Yep. How long do you think they’re going to remain on the market in New York City? o_O

I could announce on Facebook that I’m looking for a girlfriend, and I guarantee you I’d have at least 6 offers within the first 30 minutes. I’m not actually going to DO that, because I take my online presence seriously, but the fact remains that if I put it out there that I was ready to retire from The Game, I would be approached by a gal that I find perfectly adequate for a relationship that very same day.

It’s not like guys like that stay available for months. It’s not like you’re going to meet one of them in a bar, because he’s told myriad women that he wants to be faithful to them and they said “No Thanks.. I’d Rather Play The Field”.

In fact.. **** 30 minutes. I know women right now that I could contact, wake up out of their sleep and tell them “I want you to be my girlfriend” and they would agree and the next FB status update I made would be announcing my new relationship.

I don’t have to get up from this computer. I don’t have to take any new women out to dinner. I don’t have to wait until the fourth date to hook up with them. I don’t have to eat Green Eggs and Ham.

The only guys that stay on the market are a) the guys whose standards are too high for what they’re personally bringing to the table, and b) guys who aren’t looking for a relationship AT ALL, but will lie to you about it in order to get you to give it up.

Moreover, it, this repellant new ideology, is an illogical premise. It simply makes no sense. No living organism accepts misery as a state of being without attempting as desperately as possible to struggle *away* from it. That’s what pain is- a signal our body is giving us to get away from something. An organism will adjust its tactics or expectations. A starving, sick bear will eat a dead fish. To think that all us women, some of us quite intelligent and accomplished (hence our coming or being here), are simply consistently, for years, clueless of where we stand in the pecking order, and pursue men who are ‘out of our league’ and then surprised at our resulting treatment which brings us misery by that ‘object’, yet continue to persist in this behavior is clearly irrational. Some women do this. They are damaged and deserve to be pull themselves or be pulled, from the dirt. But they are a minority. What I and others have been complaining about and seeking advice for is another issue. We are starving and are lucky to even find a dead fish..so perhaps we’re considering another migration pattern.

I’m not saying that smart women are dumb. 🙂

I’m saying that how viable you are as relationship material is directly proportional to how much competition you surround yourself with.

For instance.. Most places I go, I’m the only person that looks like me. That makes me an anomaly and makes it easier for me to meet women, because I’m different.

If I found some society, some country town or whatever, where a lot of the guys looked pretty similar to me, my visual advantage is GONE. That means that the only way I’d be able to differentiate myself from the crowd is by my personality, which is what I told women to do in my article.

Are my best girlfriends going to be selected for America’s Next Top Model?.. Nope! 😀 However.. *I* enjoy how they look well enough, and I LOVE. SPENDING. TIME. WITH. THEM. because of their unique personalities.

Could I spend time with better-looking airheards? I sure could. It would be a waste of my time, personally.

I’m not saying that y’all ENJOY your misery and you flock to it! 😀 You’re absolutely right that that would be irrational. I’m saying that unless y’all decide to open your ******* EYES and see that there’s a CEO-female sitting to your left in the subway car and a VICE-PRESIDENT-female sitting to your right, and a START-UP-ENTREPRENEUR-female sitting across the aisle from you, you’re not going to realize that you’re not as unique as you think you are and the odds are lower than you think that some guy’s going to consider entering an exclusive relationship with you.

He’ll put you on The Roster and hit it whenever he gets around to it, but an exclusive relationship is a tough row to hoe when you’re surrounded by women that are as attractive, talented, wealthy, ambitious and sexy as you are.

Further, it’s clearly a suspicious theory. Would it not be more comfortable to you, as a ‘player’ to believe that the complaining women are indeed less deserving of what they pursue, and thus should view the awful treatment they get (in their naivete, and sometimes pure-intentioned-ness) is due to their own folly? That women generally deserve less than what they intuitively need? Does this not naturally absolve you of guilt for your actions which perpetuate misery? This theory is a justification for lack of ethics and maturity. It also assumes that the pecking order is the same everywhere- it isn’t, and never is.

lolol First of all, I’m not a player. 🙂 Women like me. There’s a difference.

I’m not “playing” at anything.

The term “player” is applied incorrectly as a blanket statement meaning “Guys that won’t conform to having only one girlfriend”. A player is a guy that approaches you specifically to swindle you out of something, which is usually either sex or money or money AND sex.

All I’m saying is that unless you can demonstrate to me some reason why I shouldn’t hook up with other chicks, that’s what I’m gonna do and you can kick rocks if you don’t like it.

That’s not playing. That’s the truth.

To address your point.. If I were a player, I would continue using the dirty, underhanded tactics that I know work on y’all females over and over and over and over and over, and I wouldn’t be writing blog posts so y’all might wake up and start to brainstorm some countermeasures.

In fact, y’all bore me to death with how easy it is to pull you with stuff like “I love you”, “I want to marry you”, “I’m divorcing my wife”, “I want you to star in my feature film”… *YAWN*

Going back to my highway analogy.. I see the cars and you don’t. You see an empty, 8-lane highway. You feel like you can walk out on the pavement, put down a blanket and have a picnic and you’ll never get run over.

Then… You go out on the highway, get run the **** over, I tell you WHY you got run over, you tell me I’m bitter and then you put your blanket down on the highway again, which is why a lot of my friends ask me why I even BOTHER to try to enlighten y’all. 😀

As far as what women deserve, that’s delegated on an individual basis, similar to how you figure out what men deserve.

If you go to McDonald’s and there are 5 Big Macs lined up next to each other on the shelf when you arrive, how do you know which one to select?… That’s right.. It doesn’t make a difference which one you select, because they’re all essentially the same is my point.

The dating downfall of the arrogant female is assuming that the woman right next to her isn’t as accomplished, DTF and arrogant as she is. Does one of the Big Macs have more lettuce than the others? Yep. Is one of them built a little better, and the others look sloppy next to it? Yep. Does that guarantee the best Big Mac that it’s going to be selected by the customer? Nope.

What if the customer decides to buy all five? o_O

As far as the pecking order, you’re right that it varies from location to location, even within NYC. That’s why it’s important to recognize where you are, so you can properly assess your chances of landing an exclusive relationship.

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I want to tell you something. I’ve thought a bit about this just the other day and this is what I came up with. I wonder if anyone here have perhaps come up with the same idea. Here it is: it should take a while to get to, as all the important things do. Humans write stories. We think in metaphor; we create symbols. When we fantasize, about Prince Charming or that dream of opening that cupcake store or that dream job, these ideas encapsulate much of who we are. They have spiritual value for us and play particular critical psychological AND social roles.

When us ‘deluded’ women fantasize about Prince Charming, we all fantasize about him in different ways. There has never been one Prince Charming for all women. Sure he is handsome, tall and charming..he usually has a horse and a kingdom. But not really. We don’t all *actually* see him with those traits or carrying all those things. Sometimes he appears when he need him to, because he is Prince Charming. He is the deep, deep desire of many women to know that there is someone who is not perfect or rich or handsome or can and will ‘rescue’ us, but that can make us happy- or content.

How we are and *if* we can be made happy at all is up to the mental and emotional state of the individual woman. But we can have our needs fulfilled and be happy, and we want this intuitively- as all humans do- and this is why Prince Charming was created by someone somewhere, and made known to everyone everywhere.

Prince Charming is an ideal, and a hope, and ideals carry us…they also reflect who we are and what we need, and what we should give.

That’s all well & good, however you’re overlooking the common denominator.. EXCLUSIVE. RELATIONSHIP.

Regardless of how y’all fantasize about whomever sweeping you off your feet and finding you special yadda yadda, it all comes down to whether he’ll give up his NATURAL RIGHT to hook up with any chick that wants to hook up with him and give YOU some kind of say over his personal sexual choices.

NONE OF Y’ALL fantasize about Prince Charming riding up on his horse or whatever, hitting it and quitting it.. and if any of y’all do, Google “Bill”, and I’ll see what I can do. >;)

All jokes aside, this is a very simple issue. “You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.”.. In the context of this post, how unique you are is determined by the number of unique people that you’re directly in competition with. In the sticks, it’s not that many.

I love people from the sticks, and think they’re the most genuine people you will find, and people from big cities play too many games and are a hassle to deal with. You can go into one wine bar in NYC and see 20 attractive, well-dressed, highly-accomplished, highly-intelligent, single-with-nothing-better-to-do-with-their-time-than-mess-with-you females sitting around talking to each other with ZERO men in sight. How in the world is that supposed to inspire a guy to accept one girlfriend in an exclusive relationship when he has a good chance of meeting a totally fantastic woman later today or tomorrow?

I suppose that you fancy yourself a sort of cynical, streetwise, savvy ‘there’s no Santa claus’ naysayer- someone who knows *better* than many others. This is where your pride stems from. But this is not truth. This is lack of perspective.

In fact, I’m not proud of myself at all. I’ve done nothing. My looks were genetically handed down to me from my parents. I have natural charisma and talent and my mind was honed by attending the top schools available to me, including Hunter College Elementary School, Bronx High School of Science, and Massachusetts Institute of Technology, or MIT, as it’s referred to in every movie you’ve ever seen about brainiacs.


I have nothing to be “proud” about. This is how my life went. I had nothing to do with it.

Similarly, women like me because I’m fly. I have nothing to do with that. It’s nothing to be proud of. It’s nothing I’m DOING TO y’all. It’s natural mass appeal. To be proud that chicks like me would be like being proud that I can drink NYC tap water. It’s no big deal.

All I’m saying here is that if you can play baseball, it’s easy for you to get on your little league team. It’s easy for you to get on your high school team. It’s easy to get on your college team, at least to ride the bench. When you want to enter the Major Leagues, there’s a major cutoff. They won’t even let you ride the bench unless you’re the best of the best. I’m not saying that NOBODY plays in the major leagues. I’m saying that people that compare favorably to their competition make it there. The more competition anyone has in anything, the less likely they are to get what they want.

Like.. Let’s say I wanted to get my Paul McCartney on and marry a rich chick. My odds on doing that are VERY. SLIM.

I don’t hang out with rich people. Rich people hang out with other rich people. Rich people introduce available rich women to available rich men that all hang out in The Hamptons, but apparently not Quogue, as tRHoNYC were bitchin’ and moanin’ about over the last couple of weeks.

If I took a stance of “I deserve to date a rich chick and become involved in an exclusive relationship with her so I can play XBOX and eat bon bons on the couch all day”, it would be A. TOUGH. ROW. TO. HOE. and it doesn’t make me a bitter or cynical person to state that about myself or anybody else that isn’t connected to that society.

Similarly.. Women that say they only want to date a certain type of guy are painting themselves into a corner, with the only WIN being found in their personalities. There’s a chick in this same subway car with a fatter ass than yours. There’s a chick that’s smarter than you. There’s a chick that’s prettier than you. It MIGHT be the same chick that has all those physical advantages over you. You are NOT going to “out-physical” millions of women that are readily available to NYC men. Even if you’re the best-looking chick, you might not be as DTF. You might be too busy with your career to spend a lot of time with the dude. Your odds of winning are extremely LOWWW unless you’re willing to accept whatever dudes happen to step to you or whatever raps you cultivate on your own.

On top of that, it’s the dudes with the Porsches and the million-dollar cribs that run top-of-the-line women in and out of there like Charlie Sheen, so how are you supposed to get him to give that up? o_O

For what? o_O

I’m just offering y’all helpful tips. If you’re stuck in a rut, try demonstrating more personality instead of wearing a shorter skirt.

Appreciating a worthy object of desire, i.e. beauty, is what we do as humans. To see beyond the exteriors into the beauty that hides, is what we need to do as humans more often. I believe in New York it’s almost nearly impossible because there is too much beauty in general, too much clutter. It’s a shame because it’s one of the most liberating experiences one can have.

Strangely enough, what you just said is what my entire article is about.

Bill, I understand you are saying that us women should not play out of our leagues. I explained above why some of that ideology is silly: because ‘leagues’ differ in different places and are the harshest and least balanced in NYC and L.A., because it assumes decency of treatment is only for the most beautiful, because we are geared as humans to want an ideal, and because it assumes that’s exactly what us women are doing when many of us clearly aren’t.

That’s not what I’m saying.

What I’m saying is “Recognize The Game”.

If I decide that I want to date Lindsay Lohan & Britney Spears simultaneously, that’s what I’m going to try to do. I don’t give a flying **** about leagues or any of that.

At the same time, I’m going to realize that my chances are slim to none… and Slim left town.

All this “blah blah my inner beauty” stuff isn’t going to get you a date. If it gets you a date, it’s not going to get you an exclusive boyfriend in a town with millions of other women with inner beauty just like yours.

Again.. The dudes that are looking for inner beauty find women like that very quickly, because y’all are practically littering the streets of Manhattan. You can always find packs of 4-5 women shuffling around town together because they have no men to spend time with. I’m sure all the gals in those packs are just as ambitious, internally beautiful and deserving as you are, so it just amazes me that women think they’ve got some kind of clear advantage in the dating field here.

As for “There’s someone for everyone”, I find it comedic that you say ‘history proves it’ when you actually give no evidence for it. I;’d need a graph or a multicolor pie chart based on a double blind study to agree. Evidence bolsters a theory; not historical events. Events are products of human behavior. Your argument is not even tenuous; simply because it’s like saying ‘history proved that Germans like killing Jews’. Actually, under certain sets of factors in certain environments, sets of *individuals* will commit genocide against other sets of individuals. That’s all that history has proved. It certainly doesn’t disregard individual psychology, pathology, free will or all the massive and gorgeous resistance that makes movies and novels. You’ve missed the point. The point is that, like gravity or evolution, the idea that there is someone for everyone can not *be* proven, but it could be attained in a perfect utopia where individuals made better decisions.

ok. 🙂 You have a semantic point there. How does this work for you?…

In an environment where men outnumber women, there’s someone for everyone, because some guys are going to be desperate enough to tap the worst-looking female in the group, so all the ladies could get some.

In New York City, where there are at least tens of thousands of lonely women ambling aimlessly around town hoping and praying that they become involved in an exclusive relationship with a guy that meets X standards, there is *NOT* someone for everyone, because the top guys get several girls each and there’s no reason why they should even bother to feign exclusivity with ANY of them.

Bringing up Aborigines and lost Mayan civilizations will not help women get a date in New York City in the year 2011.

I think it’s unhealthy to send ANYONE into the world with the idea that they are going to get into some *perfect* relationship eventually because there simply *is* no perfect. Young girls should be taught the truth: that life is hard, and men can be douches just like women can, and some men are not perfect but wonderful, that if you are wonderful too, you are more likely to get wonderful back; and to be wonderful for the right reasons, so you have the strength to only accept the wonderful.

I agree with you ENTIRELY on this, Susan. 100%

The discussion of what you had to play with as a child is an irrelevant one. I played with my brother’s tinker toys and transformers; I threw dolls that friends of my parents (who never MADE me play with anything) to the ground and usually ignored them. I’m still quite feminine. That doesn’t mean anything, and it’s unfair to those little girls who genuinely enjoyed playing dress up and using easy bake ovens. Perhaps they learned to love cooking enough to become chefs or caiterers or to become great housewives. Good for all of them. Good for them.

It doesn’t matter that you don’t know how to change a diaper and that I knew how when I was 6 or that my boyfriend doesn’t know how to. What matters is a person’s character and their ability to give, to learn, to learn how.

“I wasn’t set up for that life. I don’t think it’s fun. I was playing baseball and football while your baby doll was wetting itself and you were being set up.”

I am glad you know what you’re not set up for, my hope would be that things in your world fall right and that everyone is ok with how they do.

Another interesting point that I’m glad you brought up.

I’m very happy that women like to cook and clean too, because SOMEBODY’S gotta do it.

I recognize WHY society does that to y’all. It’s necessary that someone has the skills to raise and nurture children or the society goes straight downhill.

What I’m saying is that by training girls to do that and not training boys to do that, you end up with a necessarily skewed group of adults. Go ask the guys that you know what they would do if they had a son.. would they give him a baby doll to play with? An oven? A tea-party set? See what they tell you. >:D

Then.. You have shows like “Teen Mom” on MTV where the chicks are always surprised that their boyfriends REFUSE to change diapers or whatever. Who wants to do THAT? \o/ haha That’s why y’all have to be brainwashed, or else there would be two adults standing around drawing straws about who was going to change the baby.

My point is that the education/brainwashing isn’t global in this issue. If boys were equally stressed to play with dolls and kitchen utensils, it would make sense to expect them to be happy about doing chores like that when the time arose.

I’m also not saying that brainwashing MAKES women feminine. I wish it did, because a lot of New York females could stand a whole bunch of extra femininity. Every time the Southern Ladies come to visit, y’all pale in comparison.

I am not glad over the derision seeping out of your words. No woman has been set up. Women are not victims (that you think we are is sad for you, not for us). We work out of our own intuition and needs, and sometimes they’re babydolls who’ve wet themselves and sometimes we get bored and walk away and sometimes we change the diaper and sometimes we don’t play with dolls but mostly tinker toys and we change our brother’s diapers because we’re envious that our mom knows how and we don’t. Sometimes we grow up to be great moms and sometimes we don’t and it’s all okay because none of use have been set up. We make choices and we have enough of them in our society to take responsibility for them.

I wish their was some specificity to what this so-called ‘dream’ of ours is. Perhaps you don’t know what it’s like to be trusted or loved, or perhaps you don’t believe there are enough people out there with enough maturity, character and values to ever be monogamous and content. Perhaps you are incapable of it, but there certainly are enough good men out there to make most of us happy at least, even if ta bunch of them have to lose 100 lbs, start putting on makeup and cooking for some bald, short average guy. I’m pretty sure us humans can work it out…nah- to be honest, only some of us can. But those SOME are the most deserving anyway.

As I mentioned about your Prince Charming chapter, There *IS* specificity to your collective dream. It’s to be the property of a man and to have him simultaneously be your property.

I’m very clear on what you’re trying to do. 🙂 The only reason for y’all to call someone your boyfriend or husband is so you can claim some kind of superior relationship to him over other women.

It doesn’t matter what FLAVOR the dream comes in.. It’s the same dream. Self-validation through acceptance by another.

The evidence of that dream is that if your so-called boyfriend or husband screws some other chick, you’re going to cry about it and break up with him. Why break up with him when he was exercising his free will? o_O

Because it flies in the face of your control over him is why. Therefore, the illusion of control is at the core of your fantasy to be someone’s girlfriend.

I, on the other hand, recognize that I don’t have any control at all over any females at all on this entire planet. If they like me and want to give me some, that’s fantastic! 😀 If they’re not interested, I’m either going to attempt to make them physically interested in me or let it slide.

It’s not my problem if a chick I’m messing with has a so-called boyfriend or any other type of relationship because she’s going to do whatever she wants to do, exercising her own free will, whether that’s to my benefit or not.

This is the difference between us that you detest. I’m not playing your game, and you’re hoping I’m the only one that feels and thinks this way…

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“I’m not making this stuff up myself. This isn’t fiction. I’m not speculating. I’m talking about what people have actually said and done, or what I’VE actually said and done.”

Anecdotal evidence is laughable in a court of logicians.

No intelligent, logical woman with good values doesn’t know what some men are thinking, lol. But an intelligent, logical woman with good values knows what to kick to the curb and when. We *also*, importantly, know that it’s not a terrible thing because there are good men out there, you know, the ones that sometimes daydream about that porn they saw while you’re PMSing and talking about your father’s death those years back, but that stop and realize that you’re talking, and begin listening, and hold you in their arms even if they’re not in the mood. Many men do this, and many of them do this often, and many of them don’t consider it a burden, and many even may want to talk about their father’s death too one day and be held in your arms too…and maybe that’s why they are do understanding to you to begin with?? Maybe it’s because some people have a capacity, and others don’t.

Agreed. Some guys genuinely want to be there for you in that fashion. Other guys do it because they know they’re not going to get laid without it. Other guys bounce if any topic other than sex comes up.

Young women are not making good decisions in terms of their dating choices anymore, but unfortunately alot of them are hopeless due to what they see out there in terms of men’s behavior. It’s a circle, a back and forth thing.

Doesn’t it make sense then to post about topics I post about so these same young women might be able to read a debate that might open their minds and eyes to situations they’re currently in?

“If the only examples you have of what men think is buying y’all flowers and candy and saying we’re wrong when we know we’re right, you’ll never be able to understand why a relationship went south or never got started at all.”

lol You’re totally right here!!! Because if this is actually what women expect, it’s something called narcissism. It’s a pathology, a psychiatric condition. Perhaps though, this is the way that you view it through the lens of your own narcissism, your own colossal and neverending needs? Perchance?

hmm.. Not sure that narcissism has anything to do with this one.

All I know is that there are lots of simple and basic tricks that mean nothing at all, yet come in handy for pacifying women that have found something to complain about, regardless of how perfectly legitimate and correct y’all’s complaints are.

If a chick is riffin’ with a dude and then he brings her flowers and she STFU and sexes him, it has nothing to do with my personal narcissism, just like it’s not my fault that y’all love to stop and stare into shoe store windows.

“I would say that if you detect a “mocking and derisive tone” in what I have to say about “women’s needs”, it’s because y’all bore me to death with how easily you’re led to do whatever men want with some simple, meaningless words.”

Ahhh! Now you’re one to something, I love this. lol. Truly, not all women are this weak and dumb. Also, not all women assume that men are constantly lying about everything.

“I don’t have to love you at all, but if I say it, you’ll believe it, because you want to believe it, because you were trained to believe it from when you were a little girl….that y’all fall for like dominoes, every single day.”

Ok, now this is just weird. What woman actually believes a guy loves her when she barely knows him or he hasn’t committed to her first?? That’s just too bizarre to even contend with. You must be attracting the most pathetic, naive, or damaged young women in the whole city if that’s the case. Tsk tsk. What’s even sadder, actually, is that you seem to want to justify these women’s messed-upness by interpreting it as being a result of us being ‘trained’ to expect love everywhere immediately from any guy that comes along. I think it’s more likely that they’re just desperate for any affection from a man in this city, which as sad as *that* is, they still are certainly complicit in that guy’s absence the next morning, lol.

ok.. Let’s use your terminology. 🙂 When you used to live here, you not only had to contend with the top women in the world, like brainiac Google Vice Presidents, but desperados that are willing to give away what you’re trying to get paid for at half price or no price at all.

The only reason a guy has to commit to you is so you’ll sex him. He can get everything else from you by just hanging out with you and not offering you a title. When you’re surrounded by thousands of women that are willing to sex him off the bat, what incentive does he have to give that up?

Unfortunately, you hear this a lot from women. Y’all snap all over “easy” women, but who do you think is getting all the dates? o_O

Y’all wonder why you have three degrees and make beaucoup ducats and then the dude you wanted was spotted at a club with this chick that flips burgers at Wendy’s and wears $19 stretch jeans from Conway’s.

Decrease your competition, Increase your opportunities to WIN! 😀

It really IS that simple.

“What a guy thinks of you doesn’t actually matter at all. … Once you realize this, it doesn’t lead to your thinking that you don’t need a man, but it’s a healthier foundation for you to stand on and SELECT a man to be with that recognizes you and appreciates you for the qualities you’re bringing to the table.”

Well I must say, I think this is a bit unbalanced, typical of modern liberal feminist thought that I find so repugnant, ideological, socially damaging and inherently illogical. If the man has good character and you want a good relationship, OF COURSE what he thinks of you matters- not because you’re desperate to please everyone like someone with low self esteem but because that’s the mutual aspect of a good relationship. It matters what you think of him and it matters what he thinks of you. All this separateness is no foundation for a good relationship, it’s good for the independent type of people who should have separate lives. But I will reiterate, what he thinks should only matter to a woman AFTER she’s appropriately judged his character and has known alot about him for a while.

Another semantic issue. I was talking about how we can tell you you look like you lost weight and you feel slim and we can turn around and tell you you look like you gained weight and you feel fat and self-conscious.

I agree with what you wrote, however, about healthy relationships being based upon mutual admiration, love & respect.

“There’s nothing to pulling women, because y’all fall for the same tricks every day.”

Lol at “y’all”. This is hilarious. I have a little story for you. An old roommate of mine, a nice little plain looking guy with woman troubles, got me interested in the Pick Up Artist on VH1- at first for my feminist radar, secondly because it was fascinating as a social experiment. I then read ‘The Game’ by Neil Strauss. I got so far into this as to email with the author a bit. Want to know what I learned from both that book, the show and what apparently many other men have said to me too? Throughout the entire book, where the narrator must have bedded gosh- hundreds of women- from psychology students to porn stars, not one- not a single ONE- of these descriptions of these women were the type of chick I’d hang with. As an ex- New York club chick, I can tell you I’ve seen alot of this. And I can tell the women who are high quality types from the marginally attractive, semi-educated nutcases with low self-esteem and not much to say about anything, in a New york minute. I know the models from the art students and the bulimics from the biology PhDs from good families. Is this misogynist of me? Or is it just truth that in every group of people, like all the people of the planet, some people are just *better* than others? Hmm, an interesting thought but. Anyway, EVERY SINGLE woman was either very young and working through esteem issues, or just plain messed up, and the only chick this guy fell for in this book was ‘high quality’. The articulate supersmart ultracool famous rocker chick.

The point is, the girls falling for this are either 1. naive and very young (shame on you) 2. vulnerable in some way due to self esteem issues from whatever in their lives (shame on you) 3. just dumb (shame on you) or 4. know exactly what they’re doing and are ok with a one night stand where they dont have to feel guilty for wanting and having because that guy is ‘just a jerk’.

I don’t buy that the MAJORIY OF ALL WOMEN are falling for the ‘game’. Certainly not the high quality ones.

This is what I was talking about just above. You’re projecting your concept of “better than” onto the guy who’s doing the selecting.

You’re also projecting your concept of “high quality”.

To lots of guys, “high quality” means a nice ass and the desire to let us get up on it one time for the people.

To lots of guys, “high quality” means she might not be the best-looking, but she’s pleasant to spend time with and doesn’t cause drama.

To lots of guys, “high quality” means she’s broke as a joke, but she’s pretty & sexy and enjoys spending time with us.

To lots of women, “high quality” means “We can do the same things a man can do”, which nobody cares about.

If you’re rich and you look busted on a date, you’re not getting asked back out again.

If you’re intelligent and all you want to talk about is the stock market, you’re not getting asked back out again.

If you live in The Hamptons and you bitch and moan because some guy wants to take you out a date in Quogue, you’re not getting asked back out again.

If you’re a CEO of a company and you FREAK OUT when a guy accidentally or purposefully touches your shoulder, you’re not getting asked back out again.

Women who consider themselves High Quality are merely dismissing their obvious competition, which is Low Quality women that guys find just as viable to date, hook up with and enter relationships with as HQ women.

I’m serious. Did I? you know when I did? About twice when I first started dating and my brother had just died. Have I since then? Nope.

Coincidence? I think not.

So alot of this game is based on sound behavioral principles…women, the more time and effort invested, the more women will give back, sooner. But at the end of the day, it’s either taking advantage of the weak and it’s not the best women who are going along with it..because the ones who know their worth are not going to go have some fun with *you*, they’re going to go have fun with a perfect 10. I know I did once or twice! 😉 And you must know this.

High Quality Woman + No Ass + Not DTF = LOSE

Low Quality Woman + Do Fries Go With That Shake? o_O + DTF = WIN

The qualities that you’re focusing on to determine the value of a woman are the qualities that women use to determine whom they’re going to invite to their dinner party.

Those qualities have nothing to do with how men select women to date, EXCEPT for the guys that are looking for one fantastic woman to hook up with, and as I said in the beginning, those guys go on and off the market in a split second, so good luck with that.

Mile Marker 15

“Some women object to even CALLING dating “a game”, but it most definitely is.”

At first, it is a bit of a game, and games are fun and healthy, and provide a playing ground for important psychological needs and abilities- as long as no cheating is involved. The real trouble begins where people haven’t agreed as to what the rules are, and it may be argued that in fact, due to the very nature of dating (ie. people who barely know eachother getting to know eachother) the rules can not BE known as they havent been discused first and people seem to all have different sets of rules today. And so precisely because of this, we are more ethically indebted to eachother to be more upfront and honest about things.

Further there is no way that as you get into ‘I genuinely like you’ and ‘let’s be exclusive’ territory there should be games. Perhaps little things, a bit of jealousy or showing off here and there, but there should be more giving than manipulation. The problem is that some people are too damaged to ever really be normal. *sigh*

The way I see it.. Unless people are willing to be absolutely authentic with each other, games are being played.

I agree with you that in a perfect world, people would meet each other, decide they like each other, map out ground rules, and authentically move forward together.

“…stages of “Don’t want to look like a slut” and “What will he think of me?” and “I don’t want to be judged” and “Where is this relationship going?” and “Are we exclusive”, blah blah blah.. ”

See that’s the problem. It’s supposed to be easy. Too many women don’t get it. The guy is supposed to be the one putting forward where things are going without you asking. The point at which I feel I really have a burning desire or feel I just have to ask, is the point at which I’m gone. Because the ENTIRE MEANING AND POINT of a relationship doesn’t exist. I don’t get to feel secure, or cared about, or special, or needed, or that the man is there and wants to be with me in the way I need him to be. SO WHY BE THERE?


Guys are always telling y’all where this relationship’s going. It’s usually going right where it currently is.

A guy should know that if he’s not making sure that his girlfriend knows (or at least, believes, because he said so) that he intends to be with her for a long-ass time, they’re leaving the door open for the next man to borrow his chick.

If he’s not helping her to stay, he’s helping her to leave.

“Meanwhile, we just watch y’all run around in unnecessary circles until you finally calm down and get with the program that you always wanted from the first time you felt attracted to us.”

Why I’m sure you know, because you know *all* women right? I totally felt attracted to a guy because he’s a player? Because he’s so sexually experienced that I can get chlamydia? Or worry about getting it? Um no, sorry I had a good father and I haven’t been abused so um. Nope. *buzzer* Wrong. That woman isn’t happy, or she wouldn’t have been running around in circles as you say. She’s doing so because she’s drawn into a sad, pathetic pattern where she wants *him* but also wants more of him that he can give, and she simply can’t leave, who knows why.

..and no, it’s not society telling us to be prudes but that we really want only random sex with hotties. Women need bonding more often than men do, that’s all. We want *more* of the man than his penis. We want more of his penis more often. It’s evolution. Some men can give us this, some can’t. Why waste my time with hot chlamydia man?

Agreed with you on avoiding STDs by not “getting around”.

Having said that…

Unhappy, Sad, Pathetic, Desperate, No Earning Potential Woman + Cute Face + Nice Ass + DTF = WIN

High Quality is determined by the choosER, not the choosEE.

“Lying to you would make you feel better, yet send you out into the world similarly ill- equipped to deal with your next relationship.”

But see. The problem is that I think you and I are at full poles apart from eachother in terms of what’s going on. There are good women out there who are desperate for a simple, even short term exclusive relationship in NYC and can’t find it, and it’s not society but their own deepseated needs, and it’s breaking their hearts, esp. as they begin aging. *THAT’s the problem- But you on your end, seem to keep trying to tell us that wake up to a harsh, pathetic reality and only expect the very least from the smallest people, and that it’s OKAY. It’s tearing society apart, or at least is on its way to do that unless more women stand up and state their needs and fess up to their misery and set some boundaries for acceptable behavior and that we actually need men.

oh.. I see what you’re saying here. You have an excellent point, but you only got half of the message.

I’m absolutely sympathetic to the plight of NYC females. Entirely.

The first half of my point is that dating in NYC SUCKS for women.
The second half of my point is that if y’all don’t realize how badly it sucks, you’re never going to work hard enough to give yourselves a viable chance of achieving your desired outcome.

I’m not saying “This is your life.. Live with it!”. I’m saying “This is your life.. DO something about it!”.

You’ve seen that video footage of kids throwing rocks at tanks. If you believe the tank is going to be “hurt” by you throwing rocks at it, you’ll keep throwing rocks and never achieve anything. If you’re made to understand that you can’t hurt a metal tank with a rock, you’re either going to stop throwing rocks or you’re going to START throwing them with a new purpose. You’re now throwing rocks to say “**** YOU!!!” to the tank operators inside. You know you’re not going to hurt them, but you can show them your bravery and disrespect them by standing up to them.

My point is that if women don’t WAKE UP, the future’s absolutely predictable. If y’all keep thinking that you’re “High Quality” in your own minds, which translates to nothing of value in a guy’s mind, AND doesn’t make you MORE HQ than the other women surrounding you at the cocktail hour for the business conference you attended in Switzerland, you’re going to keep taking shorts and wondering why you never stopped the tank with your rocks.

In a town FULL of attractive women, nobody’s going to select you because you’re attractive.
In a town FULL of women that make money, nobody’s going to select you because you make X per year.
In a town FULL of women with PhDs, nobody’s going to select you because you have a Bachelor’s Degree.
In a fown FULL of female CEOs, nobody’s going to select you because you’re a Vice President.

The *ONLY* way to distinguish yourself here is via personality. Period.

If you want to find a boyfriend in NYC, you have to be proactive about it. Let guys know who you are, what you want, and why we should give it to you.

I think there’s an in between here? Like maybe, let people be players, but leave the rest alone to work through the sometimes imperfections of real and healthy relationships?

“As far as NYC being a hellhole for women who are looking to get involved in a monogamous LTR, I say it’s better to recognize that, feel sour about it briefly, then put together a gameplan to get what you want out of life,”

The trouble, Bill, is that part of what some of us want out of life- and many of us women will recognize this- is that part of what we need is not to get more out of life but to give something to it.

“..instead of hoping against hope that something’s going to change when every woman in the same subway car with you is trying to achieve the same thing you are, and guys know that we can take our time choosing or never choose at all.”

It’s just the numbers. (And the fashion industry skewing up guys’ expectations). Water seeks its own level and good people will find good people. Relationshippers will find relationshippers. But not in New York. And thank god in the heavens or Buddha or Ganesh or whoever that there are much better places than New York. And they are everywhere.

After all the time I just spent writing this stuff, I really, REALLY, *REALLY* dread asking you to ELABORATE on your concept “Part of what we need is not to get more out of life but to give something to it”.

That’s, unfortunately, an interesting statement that I’m *HOPING* you have a BRIEF explanation of… o_O

oh one last thing. The chick from that book I mentioned, The Game? She left the guy in the end for a way hotter, attractive fellow musician.

Take that for what it’s worth….maybe gaming works in some ways but not others, which the author makes pretty clear, and there are more than example of this in the book: it gets you women sexually, but not for the long term (if that’s what you want). The Game doesn’t work in the heart. Which really, is what alot of us, not just women, and sometimes even players with all the options in the world, really want.

From your point of view, she left the guy for a way hotter, attractive fellow musician.

From my point of view, dude got to screw her a gajillion times and now he’s free of her with no financial burden (read: Child Support).

As far as The Game working “in the heart”, sure it does. It depends on how you apply it and what your goals are.

Some guys use game to trick women into doing stuff they otherwise wouldn’t have done.

Other guys use game to get past unnecessary roadblocks, which ends up CREATING the relationship between them instead of falsifying and eventually destroying it.

Anyway.. This was good fun, Susan. Thanks for the exercise. 🙂

I wish you the best of luck in the sticks, so you don’t have to come back here complaining that guys from The Midwest are JERKS!!! 😀 haha


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  1. This was an interesting post.

    From a female perspective, I’d like to offer that my experience was the opposite of what you describe. I was rarely single when I lived in NYC. In fact, it wasn’t until I moved to Atlanta (close to the “sticks”, at least in my mind”) that I began to explore my singleness, and had a harder time meeting people I actually *wanted* to meet. NYC was great for me, because of the sheer variety of people you’d meet, from all walks of life. ATL, in comparison, suffers from a severe “sameness” problem, as if conformity is a city-wide motto.

    I chalk it up to the fact that I, as an intelligent, educated, attractive, independent female, don’t believe I have the same thing to offer as everyone else. I know that I don’t, and I’m proud of that uniqueness. I don’t believe that I am representative of one of a series of Big Macs, where all are the same, and it doesn’t matter which you choose. I don’t like spending time with people, male or female, who see me in that way, or who see themselves in the same way.

    If you find yourself feeling like one of an endless supply of Big Macs on the market, in a city where Big Macs are a dime a dozen, it’s important to remember that some people prefer Chicken McNuggets, or even better, the rarely-available McRib. If you think enough of yourself and those you’re keeping company with to have no interest in being a Big Mac, you’ll find people who are attracted to you and wanting to get to know you (as opposed to wanting to get laid) everywhere you go, city or the sticks.

    Quality wins out over quantity, every single time. A lot of women I meet might benefit from remembering that, rather than grooming themselves into the best possible version of the Big Mac out there, hoping to be chosen.

    1. Hey Alayna! 🙂 Thanks for the comment.

      As you could probably tell from the length of that post, it was a marathon and I didn’t get to go as far in-depth to some of my concepts as I otherwise would have, because eventually, I just wanted to be DONE with it. 🙂

      I totally get and agree with what you said about the Big Macs. I didn’t mean to imply assembly-line, off-the-shelf sameness, even though that’s basically what I ended up typing.

      I think a better explanation of that concept is that carrying the idea in one’s mind that you are unique, interesting, educated, intelligent, fun, sexy, sexual, sensual, attractive, lovable, funny, athletic, on and on and on is absolutely healthy, and everyone should feel that way about themselves.

      What DOESN’T work about that mentality for women in NYC is thinking that all those traits, even though they definitely make you DIFFERENT from the next woman, makes you BETTER than the next woman, especially from a guy’s perspective.

      Where my Big Mac analogy fails is that those are, indeed, assembly-line products, and there’s nothing different about any of them. I *SHOULD* have said something like:

      Let’s say you’re the best burger McDonald’s has to offer, and you know this about yourself. This doesn’t make you the queen of New York, because Wendy’s offers their best burger as well. Burger King offers their best burger. Jackson Hole offers THEIR best burger… As great as you may actually be, relative to the rest of the McDonald’s menu, there are other excellent choices from other restaurants and they’re all available to guys at the same time.

      So, while you and everyone you know might consider you a fantastic catch, you’re literally SURROUNDED by women whose friends consider THEM fantastic catches as well.

      It’s entirely possible that everyone’s right… What then? \o/

      Your “uniqueness” is negated by being surrounded by unique women, due to the sheer numbers of women in this town, AND the fact that women are imported here from all over the country and the world to become successful CEOs and Senior Vice Presidents and all other kinds of jobs that REQUIRE. THEM. TO. BE. FANTASTIC. WOMEN.

      So, while you have an advantage (at least to a guy that’s looking for your particular style of “unique”) over the average woman in this town, there are A LOT of above-average women in this town that are thinking the same thing you are and trying to date the same men you are.

      The only two ways you’re going to win that situation are a) pot luck, and b) demonstrating to him that your PERSONALITY is so fantastic that he’d rather spend more time with you ASAP than date other women.

      I really like your point about the variety in NYC. That “sameness” is what I was talking about, how someone from NYC can go pretty much anywhere else in the world and people will sweat them merely for being New Yorkers.

      In fact, that even happens *IN* New York City! 😀 haha Other than my closest friends that I’ve known forever, everybody that I hang out with is an import. They all moved here from somewhere else to jump into the NYC rat race and take their own slice of the pie.

      A lot of people are surprised when they ask me “Where are you from?” and I say “here”, and then they say, “no.. Where did you grow up?”, and I’m like “here”.

      So, I have no point of reference for what you’re describing, but I get that. I’m used to infinite diversity. I don’t expect anybody I know to be anything like anybody else I know. I see how “sameness” would be a problem for someone that isn’t attracted to that particular “same”.

      For those reasons, I also see why you’re saying you liked the NYC environment better. However.. Dating-wise, you were actually THRIVING here! 😀 haha You’re not the target demographic for this article. 😛

      There are a couple of problems for women in this town. The first one is that feeling that they have to date someone that’s more successful than they are.

      I’m aware that women have reported actual issues, where mentally, emotionally, guys didn’t respond well to dating women that were making more money than they were. That’s just a weak-minded dude, so I don’t have anything else to say about that. 😀

      But women basically price themselves out of dating, saying stuff like “I make $100,000 USD per year. I’m not going to date anybody that makes less than $250,000”. The problem is that there aren’t that many guys making that much money here, and if they are, they’re not looking for YOU, and they have enough money to bag as many hawt women as they like, on some Charlie Sheen status, so they don’t have any incentive to enter an exclusive relationship with you or anyone else.

      Meanwhile, if you go into a situation where you actually meet one of these guys like “I’m special, and none of these other millions of women in this town are comparable to me! :D”, you’re not going to try hard enough to impress him because you don’t realize how lucky you are to temporarily have his attention.

      The second problem women have in this town is that most of the guys are Herbs.

      Even if the dating ratio here was 1:1 (which it isn’t, as women clearly and vastly outnumber men in NYC), not all the guys that physically qualify as male count as viable dating material for women… ANY women.

      I’m not counting the guys that aren’t even ATTRACTED to women. I’m talking about these bum-ass dudes that you’re like “Nope.. There’s no way he’s gonna pull a chick unless he pays for it”. These guys have to have been included in the count, but they’re clearly not viable, so there are even fewer guys here for women to battle each other to bag for a relationship than the stats indicate.

      So.. Seeing things from your perspective, NYC is a great place for dating for women who appreciate the infinite diversity and don’t price themselves out of the game by only trying to date the same top-level guys that all the other women here are throwing themselves at on a daily basis.

      The fact remains, however, that in a town with packs and packs and packs and packs of women roaming the streets together because they have no men to spend time with, the only thing that’s going to make one of y’all shine over all the rest is going to be your personality.

      Out of what?.. 4,000,000 (four million) women in this town, you’re NOT going to be the cutest, the sexiest, the smartest, the wittiest, the best with kids, the best cook, the most successful in business… All you can do is be yourself, ALL OUT, and attract guys to you because they enjoy who you are as a person, are willing to spend time with you over and over, and eventually, might decide to date you exclusively.

      1. One last point I wanted to make to you, because I think it’s an important one:

        “and attract guys to you because they enjoy who you are as a person, are willing to spend time with you over and over, and eventually, might decide to date you exclusively.”

        That’s one of the biggest mistakes that women make, and I mentioned this in my superlong comment. See, men are not supposed to be ‘willing to spend time with us’- they are supposed to be *eager* to. And not to ‘eventually might decide to date you exclusively’ but propose that comfortably because it’s what he *wants* fairly early on. If that’s not the case (and I’m not saying that anyone should rush into things or expect too much up front but simply that the man is supposed to be the pursuer in order for a viable relationship to develop), you’ve already accepted a playing field that isn’t level. And as conscious human beings we all have a responsibility to get as close as we can to the social ideal and hold onto it. Be single if that’s all you can find but when we don’t hold ourselves to those logical principles, what develops is what we see after the ‘sexual revolution’- rampant hookups, damaged women with low self-esteem and men who have no clue what women need because we’re unwilling to tell them in the name of ‘the game’ where we all lose. 😉

    2. Thanks Alayna, hopefully if you had really read what I had wrote, you’d see that that was the essence of what I was trying to say- that we’re all individuals and some of us transcend this (Bill seems to keep debating me on that, despite what he says I’m getting the vibe that we are only be Big Macs to him.) My complaint about NYC was really based in the overwhelming amount of both players and lack of decent available men. Due to my inherent self worth and principles, I never once considered pursuing (this means never asking a man out or accepting less than his pursuing me) or socializing that much; I mostly isolated myself due to the way I saw people treat eachother around me. 🙂 Thanks for your comment and I agree

      1. See, men are not supposed to be ‘willing to spend time with us’- they are supposed to be *eager* to.

        Chicken? or the egg?

        Nobody’s going to be eager to spend time with ANYBODY until they demonstrate WHY that person should be eager about it.

        That’s my point. You’ll never be the cutest chick in this town or have the best ass, but you can most definitely distinguish yourself via personality.

        Until you do that, however.. Hanging out with you is exactly like hanging out with any other chick we like.

  2. I’d like to point out that ‘desperately lonely’ is ultimately an unattractive character trait. it screams “I don’t enjoy my own company” and it puts people off for a good reason. If your life is not fulfilling to you, then you will transfer your need for fulfilment directly onto the shoulders of the person you’re involved with. Men and women alike respond the same to clinging desperation, they push away. We can not make the inherently unhappy person feel happy with our presence. we can give them the short lived pleasure of feeling accepted and desired by another person, but they will still lack the happiness they have not given themselves permission to feel, and they will still expect their lover to fill that void. An expectation no one can live up to. How do I know this? Because if the lonely individual were capable of giving themselves permission to be happy, they would already be happy. They would not have placed that unreasonable expectation out there in the first place, that another person will make them happy. It’s a false construct. You give yourself permission to be happy the way you are, then share that happiness with others. You don’t find an “other” who can project happiness into you.

    Perhaps this understanding is why men from Manhattan have reached out to me, to come visit and whatnot. They’re looking for someone who doesn’t need them, who isn’t miserable.

    I’m not sure that’s the answer, but what I pulled from this, is that you will always be better off looking after your own happiness first. I am coming to enjoy being on my own, and am in no rush to ‘find someone’ to love. I love many people, and lead a rich emotional life.

    I’ve been hurt during a divorce, and feel like I really need this time to redefine what I want from myself, and the future. I don’t like feeling lonely, so I guess I don’t indulge myself in a lot of self pity, or worry over finding a man to share my time with.

    Either way, I wanted to speak directly to that feeling of lonliness. we are responsible to manage our own emotional health, and to provide for ourselves the emotional satisfaction we desire, not to make someone else the focal point of our desires. Other people are here to share this world with us, not be this world for us.

    Be your best self, and love yourself enough to be happy no matter what circumstances you endure. love your life like it’s something special, because it is something very special. It’s reason enough to feel grateful, and seek real happiness in life. Your own satisfaction and happiness is something you can only find in yourself, the pleasure and happiness you share with someone else springs from the base of happiness within both individuals. If only one is capable of independently sustaining happiness, the relationship will be lop-sided, and unhealthy, with one person being responsible for the happiness of two people.

    1. PREACH, Rebecca! 😀

      That’s actually another aspect that works against women here in NYC.

      I was at a wine bar last night with a homegirl of mine, and it was literally packed with women. There were several guys there, but all of them were engaged in conversation with one woman, as I was.

      Meanwhile, as is rather usual here, there were packs of women talking to.. themselves.. or, each other, depending on how you’d like to say it.

      There were no large mixed groups. There usually aren’t. There are packs and packs and packs and packs and packs of lonely women ambling aimlessly around this town with nothing better to do with their lives than go to dinner with each other and drink wine.

      Any guy who’s willing to use his eyes will see that there’s opportunity on every single block (let’s say, about every 80 walking steps) for him to meet a new, attractive, intelligent, exciting, sexy woman.

      It’s luck of the draw. You can meet women standing still. Sit on a bench in the park and they just parade by you like ducks in a shooting gallery.

      “I’m desperate to be in a relationship” is not a good look.

      “I don’t enjoy my own company and want someone to make my life worth living for me” isn’t a good look.

      Guys from Manhattan would dig you, Rebecca, because you’re a self-starter. You’re proactive. You’re not waiting for US to do something for you. You have unique and interesting thoughts, like the ones you just expressed.

      “Be Your Best Self (and demonstrate that to people you might like to date)” is exactly the advice I have for women here. The concept that you’re special and none of the other millions of women here are, and some guy’s going to perceive your inherent specialness and value it over the next woman’s specialness is what keeps women from taking the steps they actually NEED TO TAKE in order to stand out in a town where models and billionaires come to live, and will select and deselect you at a moment’s notice.

  3. My long comment incorporated everything that needed to be said on your blog; I hope some may see it and assimiliate it correctly. Your rebuttals are really insufficient and I could debate and win on each point if I wanted to. To clarify for some of the women above or any others who may be reading this: my complaint was never that we are unable to get attention (alot more than most women), or dates or be treated well; my complaint was at the complete impossibility of finding someone worthy *as a human being* for a *normal* relationship. (But then again, how much of *anything* in NYC is normal? Does that not stand to reason?)

    “Part of what we need is not to get more out of life but to give something to it”.

    This is the ultimate, underlying point to all of this ridiculously bloated and ideological conversation. If you or others can not understand the point above, then it speaks to the essence of the problem of what New York stands for. Ok ok, how’s this for a clue? Maybe you are all self-involved pathological narcissists with a basic inability or lack of desire or concept of how to give selflessly or lose yourself for even half a second. This is not a male or female problem, though women are suffering from the fallout more.

    In other words, the problem of New York City is the problem of narcissism. Are you going to take the red pill or the blue pill? Are you ready to unplug?

    The author in the Game was pretty broken up over it- and most importantly, surprised by it. I suppose this is why it’s safer for many of you to remain uncommitted, to quantify this all down to numbers and simple rules, and never admit you feel lonely because you know, that makes you, weak.

    “As far as The Game working “in the heart”, sure it does. It depends on how you apply it and what your goals are.”

    No it doesn’t; it only leads to the familiarity and feelings which brings about liking someone. It only won’t work on someone who’s above it as some of us are. 😉 Some of us know this by the sign of feeling ‘desperately lonely’.

    1. It’s also a funny thing that I’m the one debatingmy boyfriend several times in the past using your points about the statistics and high turnover rate (incorporated into my list of 12 Reasons Women Cant Find Boyfriends in NYC): and every time, he just doesn’t buy any of it. Even in Chicago he can’t find someone he gets along with like he does with me. “Because I think we have a connection.”

  4. “Those qualities have nothing to do with how men select women to date, EXCEPT for the guys that are looking for one fantastic woman to hook up with, and as I said in the beginning, those guys go on and off the market in a split second, so good luck with that.”

    I agree- my point however, was that *everywhere else* in the whole country(except L.A. and maybe Atlanta), those men do NOT go off the market so quickly and in fact, are in surplus, as we are in NYC. And the smart high quality females should know better than to go crazy trying to find one here.

  5. “You’re also projecting your concept of “high quality”.

    Ah! Well so now you admit that not all men are exactly the same, I am glad. The only way I’ve ever seen it is that the man who appreciates the qualities I have and considers ‘High Quality’ to be what *I* consider to be ‘High Quality’ (the awesome traits) is the only type of man I have any time for anyway…so maybe it is ultimately up to the ChoosEE as much as it is up to the ChoosER after all?

  6. That’s what I think, too, Susan, you nailed it. You choose who you want to share your time with. It is unfortunate that NYC has so few decent men available, and that the media tends to lead men to believe it’s important to be single, and rack up numbers.

    Relationships are very fulfilling, and important. NYC is so charged up and overwhelming, I would never go there looking for a man. I was self conscious the entire time I was there, really. I’m aware enough not to let it get to me, but definitely felt overly exposed in Manhattan. Like I was being perpetually scrutinized and judged by someone in the crowd of people bustling around. I told myself it was all in my head, and went out to enjoy the town, but honestly…I’m not sure it was all in my head. Manhattan truly is extremely competitive. Everywhere you go, someone will make fun of your shoes or your hair, to make themselves feel more attractive and current. I live in the sticks, and have been living in the middle of nowhere long enough to be really tired of it, but I doubt I’d fare any better than anyone else moving to NYC and jumping into the dating scene. I agree there are a lot of better places to find a good man.

  7. I do believe, for the women in NYC, it’s a very good idea to be well grounded, and happy with yourself before diving into that scene. it’s brutal, looking from the outside. heading out of town is not a bad idea. the singles scene is less pressurized in smaller towns.

    Whatever the circumstances, keep your heads up, there is a lot of love in this world. Often people find the person they love while discovering more about the things they love. shared interests are a strong starting point. so indulge in learning about your passions in life, art, dance, whatever…there’s a good chance of meeting a compatible, sociable person out there doing things you are also interested in.

    1. I feel that when this conversation turns away from on-the-ground, in-the-trenches statistics, the learning opportunity for women disappears.

      I would like to add, “for the record” that part of women’s problem here is a lack of VIABLE male suitors.

      Regardless of what the physical statistics say, even if there are five women for every one man here, lots of those “one man” characters are entirely unsuitable for dating, regardless of how far women lower their standards.

      There’s a polarizing effect here. There’s no reason for a guy to commit to any type of relationship to begin with, as I said several years ago http://billcammack.com/2008/04/19/6-reasons-new-york-city-is-the-neverland-of-dating-for-da-fellaz/. If one chick isn’t down with the program, another one will be, eventually.. Either because you’re a great guy or because she’s desperately lonely. Either one works for us. It’s the same result.

      So I’m not blaming the situation on women. What I’m saying is that this situation is women’s problem, entirely.

      I can go outside right now and meet women. I can do it tomorrow. I can do it the day after that.

      If I were so inclined (which I’m definitely not), I could build and dismantle my roster every week and never repeat women.

      You can’t sell water to someone that lives next to the creek.

      If your goal is to sell water, you’d better have a pretty compelling argument why someone should buy your product instead of staying with what’s already available to him.

  8. Susan, I also didn’t mean to offend, or seem critical of the feeling of lonliness, or desperation. It’s a tough point to make without being clumsy, or coming off as arrogant. The times I have felt the most insecure were the times I had the hardest time socially. When I felt desperately lonely, and you can bet your ass I have, it was the death knell of men being attracted to me. it’s like I put off a cloud of “undesirable” so I hoped to steer people towar dbeing mindful of their own emotional health. be happy inside, about who you are, because you’re vulnerable out there.

  9. I met a guy I really like and we seem to have a connection and great fun. We were just dance buddies but he kissed me on the mouth on the dance floor (stole a kiss actually). We go home together and I et off my subway stop and he stays on and goes home. Last time we met dancing, I kissed him on the mouth before I left. What gives? Do I wait? talk? I’m his dancing girlfriend? He is very attentive to me on the dance floor but never calls between dances. We are not kids! In our forties!

    1. This is interesting, Mary. 🙂

      I love the term “Stole a kiss”! 🙂

      What’s your general point? You want to know whether he wants to date you? You want to know whether he’s physically attracted to you?

      Perhaps being that you feel that he “stole” a kiss, he doesn’t want to “steal” any more from you. o_O .. Tell us more! 😀

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