I used to be that hot, young, sexy girl who all the guys liked and always gave attention to. I’m talking about when I was 18-22, more or less. During those years, I looked at “older” women, thinking, “Why are they so desperate, nervous, and insecure? No wonder they don’t get guys!” Evil, right? Don’t hate me, yet, ladies.Â I was sure guys gave me endless attention and affection as an obvious result of my being so fun and pretty…I was (still am) always smiling, bubbly, and flirty. Perhaps a portion of the male-driven (and sometimes female) attention I gained had to do with my fun-loving personality, but part of that undeniably had to do with my young age.
Today, I am ONLY 25 years old, and IÂ alreadyÂ am starting to feel what hundreds of thousands of other woman must be feeling, and I say this after hearing literally hundreds of complaints… and it would be a lie if I said it is not a little disheartening. It’s not that I lack attention from men, feel desperate, or insecure. Not in the least, just so we’re clear. What I am saying is that evenÂ for a confident, flirty, social girl like myself, I am starting to understand: I hear what men say about younger women and I see how they treat them. I have, simply put, more years’ experience as a woman.
Therefore, naturally, I have seen more:
- Heartbroken women
- Jews marrying non-Jews
- JewsÂ specificallyÂ looking for non-Jews to marry
- Jewish men telling me all Jewish women are spoiled brats
- Jewish women telling me all Jewish men are superficial
- Women advising me to marry rich and not for love
- Women complaining about non-serious men
- Men who have no idea what they want
- Men foolishly and pathetically give up on women only to regret it years later and never forgive themselves
It feels as though that list never ends. Am I suggesting that women are perfect angels? No. Do I dare say I am completely innocent? Lord knows that’s not true.Â Am I disappointed in men? Slightly. Most importantly, am I losing faith? No, sillies.
I’m still just as picky and harsh as ever, in spite of all signs pointing to “settle” and “get with the times”. In fact, people often ask me why I am so “harsh”: why do I insist that a man picks me up, pays for me, treats me a certain way? Why do I wait before having sex? Why does a certain type of humor raise that red flag? Easy. Because I know what I deserve. I know what I have to offer, what I want….which is to bake cookies all day! Just kidding. But seriously. I have a painfully obvious streak of traditionalism in me that refuses to disappear, not that I want it to. Do I believe in equality? No, I believe what a woman has to offer and what a man has to offer are two very different things. I do my job very well, so I am excited for that mighty, mighty good man to show me what he’s working with.