Not everyone should marry.
I think there is more to this than meets the eye. When women became more empowered, they started looking for their ideal man. That turned into, 6 figure income, great looks, tight body, good pedigree, graduated from a top college and available. What they soon found out was, Richard Gere from Pretty Woman is not as common as women thought. I addition, women started to turn “bi” and spend more time with their girlfriends than us guys. Also, the guys they were all looking for turned out to be gay. They dressed sharp, worked out, were well coiffed, but when the night ended it was Adam and Steve, not Adam and Eve.
In the mid 80’s, I hung out in the bars in NYC, went to the clubs where people liked to be seen and had a group of friends that all earned well. Women would look at us and stick their noses in the air. Apparently our clothing wasn’t high end enough for style points and as I was told one rainy evening by some hottie from the upper east side, “I wasn’t refined, as my hair cut made me look like I came from the beach and not Wall Street.” It never occurred to her that I did in fact live one block from the beach in LBI NJ, made a good living on Wall Street and was staying at the apartment a friend and I shared in the city.
Needless to say, in the late 80’s I met a nice Jewish girl at a dance club in Jersey. I was dressed in jeans and a button down, nothing fancy. I bought a rose from some lady selling roses at the club, sent this lovely raven haired beauty a rose and told her I was a rabbi who wanted to bless her. She laughed, called me an a$$hole, but gave me her number anyway. The first time she saw my car she just about left me. I had a 1969 Chevy Nova which wasn’t built for looks, but for the street. On the first visit to her house, her dad asked me what my potential was. Her mother told me I wasn’t good enough for their baby, despite being Jewish also.
The girl I met that night at the dance club and I have been married for 28 years, have two kids out of college and love each other more each day. To those women who went looking for something that didn’t exist, I offer these words of wisdom. Open the package and see what’s inside before deciding if you want to keep the gift. And for those who still think it’s the wrapping paper that makes the gift, go feed your cat, put on your eating clothes and wallow in your own stupidity.