Good Girls Finish Last Too

I know that I've said that dating sucks probably 100 times through my posts, but I always remain amazed at how men and women profess that they're looking for a "good" or "nice" guy or girl, yet I know quite a few good men and women who still remain single or in relationships with people that don't appreciate them.  Perhaps the definition of GOOD is not clear, which is why many of us are still in the fishbowl.

The irony behind all of this is that those who want good men or women aren't bringing much to the table and they have these grandiose expectations of how their mate should be.  For example, I've seen the common hood-rat talk about how she wants a man with a college degree, his own home in the suburbs, 2 cars in the garage, and no children.  On the other hand, she has a GED, is living at home with her mother, riding the bus, and has 3 children with 2 different men.  Personally, I don't understand that thought process.  If you're a...let's say 4, how can you expect to be with a 10? 

Let me flip the script a little.  A woman who is a marketing executive, living in a high-rise downtown, no children, and ivy-league educated says that she's interested in a man with similar credentials, but she's dating Lil Joe, leader of West Side OG's.  Lil Joe has an enterprise of street pharmacists and drives a Cadillac Escalade with 24-inch rims.  WHY?!  I understand that opposites attract, but I thought that was AFTER you were somewhat on the same foundation.  Of course, this is very different than a Catholic marrying a Baptist...then again for some, maybe not.

I can safely say that I'm a Good Girl.  I'm educated, I'm self-sufficient, I have had a variety of life experiences, I have a good sense of humor, I'm abreast of current events and I'm decent-looking (and yes...I go to church regularly!).  Of course, men want smart and savvy in the boardroom and they want freaky and wild in the bedroom.  Not unreasonable, but you never know what you're getting if you pass over the woman who isn't drunk and showing her underwear on the dance floor.

The other thing that truly puzzles me is when I hear all of these men lamenting about being a good guy who finishes last...why don't they consider the good girls that they know?  Is it that people are too afraid to get what they want?  I have a cadre of male friends who are good guys.  It's understandable that after you've been friends for a long time, you don't want to flush it by even considering the possibility of a relationship, but  isn't it true that those that are the best of friends make wonderful lovers?

Hell, what do I know?  I know that I can only be myself and that means that I'm not found in the club, I'm not drunk or drawing attention to myself, I'm not dressed provacatively, and I'm not wearing make-up or an elaborate hair weave.  I'll probably be at the bookstore, sitting in one of the comfy chairs taking a nap or sipping a small coffee.  I may be a the mall, purchasing some sweet smelling body spray.  I might be at home depot, trying to figure out the best way to kill the weeds that are trying to take over my front yard.  Of course, I'll be wearing jeans, some flip flops (or my Birkenstocks), and a T-shirt with a witty saying.  I'm easily recognizable through my distinguishing short blond hair (with a fade and line so tight that YOUR barber gets jealous).

I'm sure that one of these days, finishing last won't be so bad...after all, someone will be there to meet me at the finish line.

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