The problem is, in my own immodest opinion, I’m a solid competitor in the mating game.I’ve always had an easy rapport with men and have never had any particular trouble attracting or holding their interest.My friend is one of many men I’ve encountered who thinks a woman won’t date them because they’re not rich.
So no running to the grocery store on the weekend in your sweats, since you never know who you’ll run into.
Thankfully, this reputational hyper-vigilance is not an issue for my boyfriend.
He gets paid by the hour to work a physically demanding job that doesn’t require a college degree. Which means, according to the evolutionary psychologists, that I should find him roughly as attractive as a serial killer.
Either that or I must be so hopelessly undesirable myself that I’m forced to scrape the bottom of the relationship barrel.
One is that I’m a contrarian who enjoys going against the grain for the immature thrill of being defiant.
One is that I’m a sex fiend and my man is more boy-toy than boyfriend.
Granted, for the most part, folks do well by staying in their lanes, so to speak.
He’s decided to date women he believes will date and accept him, “broke” and all—and acceptance is a big part of a healthy loving relationship.
And while this may be true in some instances, sometimes a woman financial burdens instead of functioning cohesively as a unit in the relationship.