The Spectrum of Men

As a (semi) single girl, I'm continually surprised by the different kind of "men" that exist out there in the dating world.

While I mostly date Jewish guys, I have dabbled different pools. I want to review the entire menu before I make my final decision. However, in the pursuit of happily-ever-after, I find myself staying withing the J-group for many reasons (many of which do not need to be addressed here).

Back to the buffet though...

I realized all men - no matter what cultural background - fit on a spectrum, with the bookends ranging from straight to gay and the midpoint metrosexual. In between these markers are colourful combinations of these orientations.

More common are the men who appreciate their Prada and Kiehls. Hey, even the sexiest of rugged men (aka Clive Owen) have "come out" using high-end beauty brands like Lancome. What better incentive for a man to go glam and still feel his twig and berries securely fastened than the Big O (Owen) himself. This type of man is what my friend would call the Hetro-metro - a man who definitely skews towards women, but likes to take care of himself (whether to impress her or himself is unclear). This man can also be found in Banana Republic or any major department store buying a great pair of Sevens or a cashmere crew neck. He confidently orders Grey Goose and knows how to buy a woman nice flowers (note to men: if the flower isn't naturally that shade of royal blue, it isn't meant to be purchased).

Towards the other end of the line is what my same friend calls the Getro-metro. This is the guy who is either gay and cannot come to terms with it, or a lesbian trapped in a man's body and isn't willing to take the transgendered avenue. He appreciates women's habits, choice of wardrobe, and spending time with the gals is his favourite pastime. Everyone around him thinks he's gay, except for those few females who enjoy his company enough to date him (and I assume sleep with him). No one dares to suggest he isn't playing on the right team.

I confidently say I date the Hetero end of the spectrum. This post isn't going to get into quality, manners or common sense of these guys, just their sexual orientation.

None of my bachelors are handy with tools (it's hard enough to find a Jewish man who can change a light bulb or catch a spider), and that's OK with me. I'm simply keen on the boy with good hygiene who can pull off sweats and a baseball hat for those lower key rendez-vous; and other times, knows how to wear good-butt-jeans and a nice sweater, buys me flowers from Teatro Verde, notices when I've got a new special-something on, and above all treats me like a lady.

On that note - happy hump day