Some Evangelichick named Ruthie Dean has a question:
The resounding question I hear from many single women today is: “Where have all the good men gone?”
And what, exactly, prompted this question:
“Wanna grab a burrito 2nite?”
The melody of the Atlanta symphony’s instruments flowed through the auditorium. I didn’t have high expectations for dating at 23, but a text containing the word burrito wasn’t exactly what I had in mind (and with 1 hour notice). I liked him, but couldn’t escape the mental picture of showing up in a swanky outfit to an establishment where my entrance would be announced in a jubilee of “Welcome to Moe’s!”
Somehow, I doubt this complaint would have been voiced if the guy asking her was the 26-year-old guitar-playing youth group leader. You know, the one with the menacing tattoo that ever-so-slightly peeks out from under his polo sleeve, letting you know that he has a dark past that’s fortunately behind him. Obviously, this girl is complaining about a beta.
And not only is she complaining about a beta, she’s complaining about a beta who has the temerity to want to spend time with her (note: the horror!). And on short notice to boot. What an inconsiderate lout.
I’m not sure what evangelichicks have been reading (not the Bible—zing!) that has caused them to think that every date has to be mind-blowingly awesome and exceed every possible and impossible expectation. I’m not sure how to break the news to these hopeless romantics, but here in the adult world, not all time spent together is just one glamorous moment after another. In fact, a lot of it is mundane. Indeed, that’s what a good portion of marriage (or, more appropriately, life) consists of: lots and lots of mundane moments punctuated occasionally by extremely emotional moments.
Thus, Ruthie Dean’s real problem is that she suffers from unrealistic expectations. She’s dating a human being who she “likes” (read: a nice, possibly cute, guy), but is not making every moment magical and exciting. She wants to wear “swanky outfits,” and go to the corresponding restaurants, probably to feel that her life is more glamorous than it really is, and her poor boyfriend simply isn’t up to the task of making her feel like the special princess she undoubtedly is.
Anyway, to answer the question, the good men haven’t gone anywhere. Because they don’t exist. At least in reality. The good men of which Ruthie speaks exist only in her mind, and that’s where they currently reside.
There are still some bad boys available, though, and they’ll be happy to let you ride their carousel (if you know what I mean). There might even be a couple nice alphas in the church, but they tend to get snapped up by the submissive hotties pretty early on, so if you’re wondering where they went, you’re probably out of luck. There are also some nice guys hanging around, but they’re busy getting rejected by girls who find eating burritos to be demeaning. I hope that answers the question.