Dating up dating down
It was like the setting for “The Postman Always Rings Twice,” only not suspenseful.I had ennui, though I was still unfamiliar with the word “ennui.” I was supposed to marry a telephone man. My mother was a Midwestern housewife, and I learned her values. It's just a matter of choosing the right moment to end the tale.Sometimes, the distance between tragedy and triumph is a matter of minutes. In the Autumn of 1999, the measure for me was a torrid and intoxicating nine months. Men date a wide spectrum of ages, incomes and heights. They don’t want “more” and in many cases they prefer “less.”(less success = less complications…)My friend Charles was frustrated after being ‘let down easy’ with the excuse “I think we want different lifestyles.”He said, “Why do women have such a narrow band for dating and then complain there is no one out there?!I knew he wasn’t going anywhere, literally and figuratively. I have a history of dating guys who couldn’t get it together (and to their credit, weren’t too stressed out about it, either).
By the time I was a graduate student, the idea that woman was man’s equal was regarded with hostility by the general population but as a mandate for change in universities. By the time I was 35, I was a professor who’d published two books but still hadn’t dated anyone who wasn’t a guy in a local band (he liked Alka-Seltzer with corn flakes for breakfast, hangover remedy); a small-time drug dealer (more than one of these, in fact); or a carpenter ready to knock off early if I’d just turned in a big project.
But alas, stories in the real world have a way of developing lives of their own, and rarely does fate cooperate with the perfect tale of happily ever after. Have you ever had the experience of getting a taste of a life light-years above your social class/station?
Perhaps it's being a guest at an extravagant 0,000 wedding thrown by a distant relative you barely know.
All you can do is marvel at the gorgeous decor and decadent food you can never afford on your own.
Perhaps it's a wealthy uncle/friend-of-a-friend who inexplicably allowed you take his 0,000 sports car for a spin around the neighborhood.