When it comes to meeting men in Manhattan, a woman’s primary focus is on a certain commodity that begins with M, ends with Y, and the three middle letters are ONE as in priority number ONE.
As a rule a woman thinks first and foremost about how much a guy is worth—other considerations that are a distant second to big bucks include his looks, can he cook, what he likes to do in his spare time, yada yada yada etc ad nauseam. Despite the fact that many financially successful women earn as much or more than men, they expect the guy to pay. And not just on a first date but on subsequent date after date til death do us part ad infinitum.
Despite their insistence on equal treatment in all aspects of big city life(and please don’t deny me equal pay and/or harass me or I’ll sue), the female desire for independence and equality rarely extends to paying their share of a bill(I NEVER go Dutch darling).
When the check arrives, she silently twiddles her thumbs and/or stares into space as she waits for the guy to reach for his wallet. If he asks to split the bill (99.9% of guys don’t), she expresses displeasure and/or shock at the despicable behavior of such an ungrateful tightwad. A favorite strategy is to excuse herself and go to the toilet just as the check arrives or is about to be delivered. She then returns 10-15 minutes later knowing that the guy has already paid.
As for Big Apple sex,, a guy can look like Quasimodo but if his wallet is bulging she is more than willing to be his woman. Every day there are plenty of fat grotesque seventy-something slobs strutting by with twentysomething babes affixed to their flabby biceps.
While some(many?) of you may consider these comments sexist, boorish, out of touch with reality, etc. I can attest to their veracity based on the sworn testimony of hundreds of women and men currently residing in Manhattan that would stand up in a court of law as “the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”
In closing I thank you for your attention and have a nice date.
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