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Saturday, January 9, 2010

High maintenance women: Too much work?


Quick question for the men: Have you ever dated someone who treats you like dirt, refuses to lift a finger around the house and never gets out her wallet when it's time to pay the bills (or ever remembers to thank you for doing so)? How about someone who ignores your mates, pooh poohs your job, disses your fashion sense and refuses to meet your mum? (And you wonder what you ever liked about her in the first place?) Introducing the enigma that's bound to prickle the spines of sensitive Aussie blokes everywhere: the high maintenance woman.

While a copious amount of literature has been written on expounding the notion of why the heck women fall for the bad boy (especially when there are so many sugary-sweet men out and about who will willingly watch chick flicks, go shoe shopping and actually greet our friends), when it comes to why men fall for the bad girl, many of us are still in the dark ..."I am always bewildered as to why men pick the high maintenance divas over someone like me," down-to-earth regular-maintenance asks me over cocktails one night. We're surreptitiously observing the men in the room (for research purposes, of course), who all seem to be eyeing out one particularly highly maintained femme sporting false eyelashes, copious amounts of fake tan, pistachio-painted toenails and coiffed Dolly Parton-esque locks. (All the while we're being completely ignored as the men vie for her attention.)

It must be the same theory as to why women always fall for the bad boys. Like the bad-boy theory which suggests women are instinctively drawn to men that ooze testosterone and masculinity. Men are drawn to high-maintenance divas because men "like to fix problems". This inevitably comes down to the caveman theory: men are hardwired to be more attracted to women who need to be cared for and looked after rather than the Beyonces of the world, who don't need men to buy them diamonds or pay their bills. Then there's the "eye-candy", which proves that men fall for the high-maintenance diva over the girl next door because she looks so darn good, all the freakin' time.

"Courtship is all about display,". And if there was ever a time when women needed to display themselves, it's now. For hundreds of years we lived in small social units where everybody knew everyone else. But these days, women move around a lot and, as a result, they're looking for any little thing to catch the eye of the right guy. As being said, 'it is better to be looked over than overlooked'."  But who the heck has the time, the money or the effort? Personally, I don't know how they do it. I cherish my chocolate, my tracky daks and my thongs (not the g-string type but flip flops) way too much to fall into that category." I hastily concur.

Another more sage  which attempts to uncover the reason men fall for high-maintenance women, is that men believe that by dating her, he's going to get wild, uninhibited sex on tap whenever he so desires. Perhaps he's been watching way too many episodes of Entourage to form a realistic opinion on the matter, (or he's been married for way too long), but either way he soon discovers that the more high-maintenance the diva, the less likely she is to want to ruin her makeup by getting jiggy with it between the sheets (or so I've been told).

"Because men like sex. It's as simple as that." Ahuh. And if you're unsure of whether or not your latest squeeze is in fact from the high maintenance breed, perhaps you should attempt the "picnic test": organize an impromptu picnic for you and your new gal; ditch any low-carb-friendly foods, conveniently forget the picnic blanket and suggest hopping over to a trendy pub afterwards. Squeals of terror will be your answer ...

I am a high maintenance woman but I am always fair, not " wanne be's", but have we to admit that it's a way of building our self-confidence and way to get attention but I am lucky I don't have to exert any effort to be a diva. I was born with superior sophistication.

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