4 reasons why dating is so hard
Financially successful women have it really good for themselves.
They can pay their own way, they don’t depend or rely on anyone for financial support.
My friend Analisa tells this story, which begins like a romantic comedy: She’s walking down the concourse to catch a commuting flight home and catches a glimpse of a total fox heading the other direction. With a chaotic schedule, naturally what most flight attendants crave is stability.
It would be nice to have someone ready to catch us when we fall from the clouds. Our dating pool of planet Earth is decidedly larger than most, but the reality is that guys are usually ill-equipped to handle the unpredictability of our lives.
It’s like we notice every guy or girl who walks by, and instead of the quick glance, we end up staring at a very cute stranger in the Target checkout line for a touch too long sometimes. You can’t give yourself a hard time for not being good at something the first few times you tried it, namely dating.
This is also the time where we literally say yes to every date possible, this desire to want to go out dancing every weekend, and falling love with a few nice guys or gals every few weeks. You can’t beat yourself up every time you get friend-zoned.
The past portrays that women needed to go straight from their father’s house to their husband’s.
In the modern world women no longer need another person to help them live on their own; they may have realized they prefer that alone time.
Now, mind you, this isn’t to knock marriage or anyone who wants to get married.
Yes, the “sexy waitress in the sky” image prevails, but we are also a breath away from being straight-up superheroes. What man would go out of his way to give a girl his phone number in the middle of the airport and risk showing up late to his gate, yet fall short of making an actual connection? But even so, she’s not getting too bent out of shape about it.
We are responsible for several hundred lives above the clouds and on the ground on every flight. Analisa shows him a naked hand and he gives her his phone number, apologizing that he needs to hop on his next flight. She added, “Any time I get sad about a guy not being able to handle our lifestyle, I open my eyes in Paris and eat my macaron and say, ‘Screw you.
We balance a tray of five glasses filled with cocktails while someone squeezes past us to reach the lavatory, and we don’t spill a drop. I’m amazing.’” Our lives are full of choice and opportunity, but that freedom seems to apply everywhere except our dating life.
We maintain composure while consoling an irate passenger whose life is over because he didn’t get the window seat. We can do all this, but it’s still so hard finding men who can handle our superhero jobs. Last summer, I traveled on a whim to Paris to visit a friend, Iceland because the Blue Lagoon seemed nice to visit on my birthday, and Chicago for a concert (you don’t say no to Beyoncé tickets, that’s a mortal sin).