Dating Follies: Who doesn’t like slerds?
By Fay A.
I consider myself a smart girl. I may not find myself giving lectures to Ivy league students any time in the near future, but I can kick most people’s ass in trivia. I can figure out the tip, I understand Bill Maher’s sardonic political comedy, and I can pass the test to become a member of Mensa. Like most women, I would like to find a man that can challenge my brain, keep me sharp and on my toes. It’s simple biology that women look for the best of the bunch when it comes to settling down; evolution has deemed it so. Recently, however, I read an article that stated that as women’s intelligence goes up, their prospects of marriage go down. Just the notion of this being true got me so fired up that now, here I am, fully marinating on this absurd idea and ready for a rant…
It has always been pretty obvious that there are some characteristics that we like in the opposite sex. Statistically speaking, women like men who are taller, older, and more intelligent. Men, in perfect symmetry, enjoy women that are shorter, younger, and (sadly) dumber. Recently there were two studies conducted in Great Britain and the United States which found a direct correlation between IQ and marriage prospects. They found that for every 16 point jump in IQ for a woman, her marriage prospects decreased 40 percent. In contrast, for every 16 point jump in IQ for men, their marriage prospects increased by 35 percent. It is perfectly realistic for me to believe that intelligent women may be a bit more intimidating to some men, but these numbers are difficult for me to wrap my brain around.
What does this ultimately mean? Sorry to all of the brilliant beautiful girls out there; you might as well pack it in now. It’s going to be a long lonely winter, because boys are scared of your brains… This may be one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard. Having a vast expanse of knowledge has never been a downfall for any of the smart girls that I know. Quite the opposite, actually. Not only is it a ton of fun to know more than the boys, but in my experience, nine times out of ten, the guys seem to really like it too. I think they get off on the challenge, the excitement, and the strength of brainy chicks. This is not to say that smart girls don’t find themselves occasionally playing the role of the damsel in distress or the poor confused little girl every so often to pad the egos of our men. Yet, in the grand scheme of things, it is absolutely asinine to believe that you cannot be intelligent and still find Mr. Right.
I am so sick of people dispensing pearls of wisdom that encourage people to be anything other than what they are. Trying to be something that you are not NEVER works. Eventually things like, oh yeah I’m a Rhodes Scholar, a filthy slob, or whichever morsel of closeted freakdom you are trying to hide will come out. You might as well get it all out in the open now. That being said, allowing yourself to grow and be molded by a new relationship is not a bad thing, but don’t pretend to be something you are not. If you do not already know at least five head coaches and their teams in the NFL, don’t pretend to be a football fan. Instead, be yourself; simply a girl who supports her guy’s team and drinks warm draft beer out of pitchers on Sundays because it makes her man happy.
Find a way to be exactly who you are without apologies, accept it, fall in love with it, and then open yourself up to the complete belief that someone else out there is going to love, understand, and appreciate every little piece equally as much as you do. So to all of the smart girls out there, do not dream of giving up your loves of learning, reading, or creating. Embrace them. If you happen to stumble upon a guy who is, let’s say, threatened by your intellect, your talents, your charms, it is much better to know now. When you do find the right fella, you will know. It does not mean it has to be instant; often times the more intelligent relationships require a bit more work. But no need to be discouraged; remember that what makes a good story is the fact that it is not like all of the other stories. Allow life the freedom to be original, and know that all will happen as it should.
In the land of relationships, love is ultimately in control, and it can strike at any moment. You could fall in love with a glance in the produce section. You can fall in love whilst your paramour is thousands of miles away. You could fall in love with your arch-enemy tomorrow because of a technicality. The kicker is this… if you are not you, eventually they know. Time has a way of revealing truths, albeit three months or three years from now. Just get it all out in the open — maybe you work it out and move to the next phase together. Maybe it ends after a quick fling. So what? Who can’t use another steamy, satiable, story to fondly look back on? But I digress… Moral of the story: Smart chicks rule, and boys who can’t understand that, well they don’t get to have dirty librarian time… sucks for them.
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