I believe I now have the statistically significant sample size to describe the New York man, a very distinct breed, fairly accurately.
I usually hate to generalise and I realise this will make me sound bitter (I'm not), but the following observations are not based on my experiences alone, but also that of my girlfriends.
They are obsessed with their appearance - 5 times a week gym sessions, pedicure, manicure and eyebrow threading are all part and parcel of being a New York man.
They really believe that the grass is greener on the other side, not letting a small detail like being in a relationship get in the way of trying to sleep with you or at least flirt with you. There are many more single women than single men in the city, so you *almost* can't blame them.
Their blackberry is surgically attached to their hands and any attempts to distract them from it will induce withdrawal symptoms and a strange, vague look in their eyes - until said eyes settle on your cleavage or legs.
They come in 5 categories: married (50%), gay (30%), in an open relationship (a fact their girlfriends are unaware of - 10%), opportunistic single (5%) or desperate to get married (5%).
They always try to impress you, usually with tales of their glittering careers, marvelous friends and refined tastes in wine or food. If that fails, they will resort to flashing their membership card to the latest trendy club.
They never call the morning after the night before, no matter how much they want to. That would be, like, so uncool. There is an unbreakable 3 day rule that men have institutionalized here.
Their concept of commitment usually only stretches as far as booking that elusive table at the latest trendy restaurant for next week.
They are intelligent, successful, well read, up on current affairs and completely at ease with women - making them great company and irresistibly attractive unfortunately.
In 32 years of existence and with, what I thought, plenty of experience under my belt (no pun intended), I have never been made more aware that men are indeed from Mars ... it does make dating in the city that little bit more challenging but never dull!
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I love that under your belt pun ;-D
While we never dated, where do I fall? Gay? That's cool if so.
My advice is to avoid the trendy dwellers dear.
None of my galfriends listen to me when I say the pubs are completely full of relatively stand-up guys.
Of course, they have no ambition or charm (or even jobs in some cases) but that's my advice.
Oh, and they usually have a drinking problem...minor obstacle.
I shall show you the way when/if I return to NYC. After all, in 2.5 years there, I had like a whole 5 dates. Two were even with the same gal! (I forget her name of course)
Kevin
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