When I was just a couple years into puberty, I asked my Dad for some advice on how to be successful with women. According to an assortment of eyewitness reports from my various aunts and uncles, Dad was quite a lady's man in his day. Eager to learn from the foot of a master, I caught him reading the Sunday paper on his favorite chair and picked his brain.
"Dad, what's the best way to convince a girl to become your steady?"
"Learn to be a good judge of shoes and don't forget to compliment her on her purchase when you meet her for the first time."
"All the girls at school just wear sneakers. Plus their mom probably bought it for them."
"Save that one for when you're old enough. Girls spend alot of time on deciding which shoes to wear. Guys generally don't care, so you will stand out when the time comes."
"Ok, so what can I use now? I really like this one girl in gym class."
"Dazzle them with your words, spoken or written. The prospect of a good conversation every time they meet you is very attractive."
This city can be downright ruthless. It's been said often and bears repeating: All the disadvantages of being single get amplified when you're surrounded by millions of people who are actively trying to
ignore you and get out of your way.
What I like the best about the city however is that it is a city of words. Most of us are not impressed by how great your tan is (thanks to all that cloud cover) or how nice your car is (we can do all our errands within a 5 block radius). We tend to judge each others allure by how well we string SAT words together in a pleasant setting. Of course how symmetrical our faces constitute a part of the attraction quotient, but look around you and you will see lots of cases where you can conclude that one member of the couple has kissed the Blarney stone (or is otherwise making a sick income).
I'm not implying at all that I am one of those who have to augment a gift of gab for a physical deficiency. I consider myself an attractive guy. I hope to hear from an attractive woman who loves language as much as I do and willing to swap stories, loves and plans over tea and scones. If I like your shoes, I will even give you my assessment of them as I developed an appreciation for all the permutation of style and form that I developed in order to fully follow my father's counsel. If we become a couple, I promise to not complain when you go shoe shopping. It's my way of being an outlier amongst the rest of the male population here.