What women value (and what I don't)
Before I even say what I’m going to say, let me first say that what I’m going to say is a generalization. (I’m lovin’ all those “says.”) You’re going to find exceptions. But I’m saying this because for the most part, I think it’s true.
Now here’s what I’m going to say:
Women value security. And I don’t.
More accurately, women highly value a certain kind of security that I don’t value much at all. I can’t even adequately describe the kind of security I’m talking about. It seems to often translates to financial and social stability – finances that are roughly the same year to year (even month to month) and friendships that don’t break up year to year or month to month.
- Part of me doesn’t value this security much because I’ve never had to go without it. I’ve lived a fantastic life so far. I’ve never known need.
- Another part of me doesn’t much value this security because I’m arrogant. I don’t fear it because I think I can control it. I know I can survive. By my self.
- Finally part of me doesn’t care about it because I don’t care about nice embellishments. This one might not seem as obvious. I don’t care about nice bedsheets. I don’t care about fancy furniture. I don’t care about swept floors. I’m a slob – I care about big things. “Why brush your teeth – they’re just going to get dirty again, right?”
I think women want security because they’re the opposite of these three… perhaps most particularly, though, the last two. Women aren’t as arrogant – or at least not as sure of themselves. Women like nice – they focus on process more than results.
So why do I bring all this up? Can you guess? It has something to do with the “most marriable man” theme. To become the most marriable man, I have to shift values. Have I mentioned that this is the hard part about all this?