As promised, here is The Pup’s first guest post on my blog. Happy Reading.
Hi, my name is Rupert Pupkin, but my friends call me Pup. Over the next couple of months we will get to know each other, or at least, you will get to know me. I’m not by any means a writer, or a blogger; in fact this is my first foray into this uncharted territory. So, here it goes.
In a series of conversations with a group of friends, I found that the same topic kept coming up. How are young and successful men such as myself, supposed to date in this modern-day image obsessed society? Well, I finally decided to put pen to paper (or maybe fingers to keyboard) and explore this phenomenon.
Being young, and relatively successful for my age, with most estimates saying that I am a millionaire…,I found that dating for the wealthy is indeed a fantasy. Sure, we date, but sitting around the table with cold beverages in hand, we embarked on a journey to count the meaningful relationships we had all had. With the general consensus being that ever since we had started making money, we lost the women of substance, and our dating pools were strewn with models and wannabe models. What had happened to the girl-next-door?
where has she gone? Because all of a sudden, the girl next door became some young 20-something girl-toy (yes, I think I have coined a new phrase) whose rent in my high rise building was being paid for by some wealthy somebody.
My wealth or lack-there-of is not what’s important. What is important, however, is that in a recent conversation with a friend, she claimed that I was a playboy! Not outright, but with enough subtle hints that left me to draw my own conclusions. This in turn begged the question, does millionaire mean playboy?
The “good women” as they are so aptly named, seem convinced that once a young man has a little bit of money, he instantly turns into a playboy. As if there is some kind of magic switch that turns all of us into playboys. This idea is probably predicated by the way that modern media portrays us. Not all of us drive around in expensive cars! I like my Hybrid Honda and not because I can’t afford a Range Rover but because it gives me great mileage.
But, as is true for most of my friends, what we miss most in our lives is the idea of being normal. Having a normal girlfriend, who works a 9 to 5 and thinks daily dinners at exclusive restaurants are a bit too much (maybe just a once in a while thing). Don’t get it wrong or think that we are cheap, because we are not! We just enjoy sitting at home sometimes, cuddled on the couch, having take-out Chinese and watching a chick flick. When I was a University student, I used to kick and scream at the thought of having to watch Bridget Jones’ Diary, but now I really want to know what’s going on in her life.
Yes, it’s the simple things in life we miss.
What is a young and successful man supposed to do then? Do we accept that we are Wile E. Coyote and keep chasing the Road Runner?
Or do we retire into the stereotype that television has created for us? After all, it is far easier to let people think what they want to think about you than to try and change their opinions. But then again, if we all gave up on catching the Road Runner, would our lives be empty? And how would we fill that void? Money is great, but you come to realize that it can’t fill the void.
The age of the trophy wife is now gone. The new generation of new money seems to understand that there is a Michelle to every Barack, and that the old adage is true; behind every successful man, is a woman waiting to take half (I bet you were waiting for me to say “is a strong woman).
So, back to the good girls; they are so convinced that we will leave them for the first model that looks at us, that our lives are too complicated, too many late nights and early mornings. But, I for one, will always make time, I might not always be able to have dinner with you at the dinner table at 7pm everyday but I arrange for my driver to pick you up and bring you to the office and we can have dinner there. I admit, it is not the typical way of doing things but hey, its what works for me.
And to the ladies, next time you meet a young and successful gentleman, remember that all he really wants to do is watch Bridget Jones’ Diary.