In my last post, I was talking about the way women treat a man’s interest in them as something unnatural, assuming that the guy doesn’t look good enough for them.
I actually knew a woman who referred to my affection as a disease. Let’s say her name was Nikki (it wasn’t). She was alright, although ultimately she probably wasn’t my type. At any rate, when I suggested that we ought to be more than friends, which is a ridiculous phrase, “more than friends.” However, everyone knows exactly what you mean when you say it. So anyway, I ask her this and she says no. Then she brushes the whole thing off:
“you just have Nikki-itis.” she said. She went on to explain that this happened to a lot of guys, so she had coined this quaint little diagnosis to describe the condition of any dude who, despite being unattractive or un-wealthy, persisted in some kind of strange desire to acquire for himself a female companion that he liked.
She didn’t even have the class to finish with something witty like “the cure is two martinis followed by a cajun bloody-mary in the morning.” No, she seemed to think that it was enough to have devised “Nikki-itis.” Wow! such class.
It turned out that what she wanted was a rich guy, not an attractive one. This is smarmy but more fair than most women. I mean if you’re going to let some schmuck rub his junk all over you, you might as well get something worth keeping out of the eventual divorce.
