NOTE: I left you hanging in one of the sentences, sorry about that. Now necessary changes have been made!
I ain’t a love guru but I will assume the role in this entire post.
Two weeks ago my Shakespearean hormones kicked in and inspired me to type something I’ve never really ranted before. I was fortunate writer’s block did not haunt me when I was in the mood to speak out through writing. Additionally, I did not want to see my love for scribbles in the graveyard. This took me about two nights to finish everything. In this piece you’ll be reading in a bit, I wrote about my take on something gals constantly rave about - getting attention from guys and general preferences.
Before that, I confess I cannot stand love stories where two, three, or even ten guys fight to the finish just to win the golden heart of some girl next door.
The gift of attention was never embedded on my DNA for as long as I can remember. Growing up I received little to no attention from the species classified under the Adam system. One plausible reason of this in my case was several years of being educated and pampered in an exclusive school for a decade and a year. While a lot of my schoolmates started dating by high school, I set my sights on graduation and the prosperity ahead of me in college. Every time I would hear someone gushing about some male specie’s mushy text message over dinner yesterday, I would be either enthralled or envious. I was happy for them meeting their matches while I was also overwhelmed with fear of being the lone unattached girl in school. Sure enough, many others were either in their first, second, or third relation by the time we entered college. On the other hand, I was just coming out from the nutshell in the Being Friends with Guys Department with no romance into the mix. I bet I am not that hideous for them to be interested in me only that they decided to conceal it from the public. This sounds recycled and overkilled; however, it happens all the time.
A few months back in college a classmate ranted about how her friend always gets noticed by the guys. There was even an instance when this classmate and this guy were talking merrily until the knockout friend entered the room then the guy forgot about the girl she was talking to all of a sudden. I mean, both of them are impeccably gorgeous, but why only one of them is capturing the eyes of all the males? I asked about it to one of my friends and he answered, “You see Candice, she’s got this innocent charm.” Based on the said statement, should I therefore conclude men in general prefer women who look like kids, possess an innocent aura, and have a huge front? Not to belittle myself, I am the opposite of every given description above. I do not look like a kid, I do not have this angelic vibe, and I have smaller-than-average female assets. To top it all off, I don’t have skin the color of porcelain so as ruler-straight teeth (dental braces everyone?), a ski-jump nose, and chinky eyes. With all the characteristics I’ve mentioned earlier, do you see the common ratio among all of them? If you’re thinking about the conventional preferences of men in women, chances are you got the right answer.
My environment apparently tells me that to make way to a guy’s eyes is to appear younger, have classic Asian eyes, and have a hot body. And from personal experience, I do think it is true.
There are a lot of girls who get all the guys because they have all the above characteristics. How was I able to assume about that? All the types of guys existing on Earth supposedly have the same preferences whether they are classified as the Gameboy-playing loner, the emo poet, or the movie star lookalike. As aforementioned everything is just an observation according to my instincts and subjective to everybody. So if life’s like that, should I look generic in order to pave way to a guy’s attention?
Why don’t they chase girls who are powerful, intelligent, and funny instead of some washed-up Willy Wonka factory reject who only cares about how she looks like but cannot even spell orange? Seeing girls like the latter winning the adulation and lust of millions of pre-pubescent and teenage boys everywhere makes me don’t want to live on this planet anymore (a Futurama reference). I don’t want to sound rubbish or anything but if looks are the only thing to notice then it’s a shallow way of thinking. Yes! I’ve found the word to fit this situation. Shallow are those who think women are only attractive if they are built like Victoria’s Secret Angels. Shallow are those who think women are attractive only if they are 18 yet appear to be 16. Shallow are those who would want to bond in holy matrimony with women who cannot carry a flashy conversation. Shallow are those who think beauty is equated with skinniness and a big bust only.
I am in no way an expert in romance, but I want to say this once and for all: Prince Charming is waiting in the wings. Moreover, he will arrive when I least expect it. Of course I am neither ugly nor plain dull for guys to chase girls like me. Likewise a lot of people have complimented me for uniqueness despite my offbeat behavior at times. Some of them have even told me they have never met someone with an eccentric personality like mine once they get to know me deeper. This is one reason why I am thankful I am not a manufactured product and I’d like to keep it that way. One selfless man is worth a hundred chasing bastards. Having a men chasing and swooning after you won’t make you more beautiful or superior than everyone else. Who cares if you have fourteen stalkers leaving roses on your doorstep on your birthday? A real man would suffice.
Stand out, enjoy the right company, shout loud and proud you are in love with the way you are. Don’t worry. We all have those moments when we feel like no one is paying attention to us. Now we all know the true purpose of this thing called secrets. The Girl Chased by a Dozen Men gene may not be inflicted in my veins but the things I am blessed to have are countless.
Let us head over to my personal experience about this.
