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Those few words

Everybody gets to hear them at some point. Before job interviews and first dates, while writing scholarship essays and before meeting prospective spouses. Just be yourself, darling, they're told.

Me; not so much.

I get pearls like, "Don't use long words and scare him off", "Don't make fun of anybody", "Maybe you should tone down your bitchy a notch", "Don't be sarcastic and intimidating, you know - don't be all... you."

A quick survey of my immediate social circle reveals that people think I'm loud, abrasive, sarcastic, cynical, overbearing, domineering, high-maintenance, blunt, semi-attractive (despite all this, apparently), not as cool as I think I am, evil, weird, hard-assed novice feminist. If one colleague is to be believed, barely a woman at all*.

An overwhelming majority of people also assure me that I shouldn't worry because I will find the right man, all the above points notwithstanding. I agree, 24 is too early to think of The Man. Try explaining that to my friends waiting to get married. They do not even consider the men I have been with so far. I take heart in that, as you can imagine. Here's the thing, if so many people are saying it,then there simply must be a guy out there who is intelligent and charming and nice. Someone who is actually a closet emotional masochist because he prefers opinionated, sarcastic women who are well-read, high-maintenance and weird.

Yeah, I can believe that. What? You can't? REALLY??? Shocking. Go to hell. 




*He once asked me, "So who would you date in our office, if, you know, you were a woman?" Rolled eyes and died.

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