It's Christmas — the season for making merry, going out and, if you're single, trying to snog people under the mistletoe before the pubs close. So I thought it would be a good time to look at one of the oldest assumptions in the Men vs Women book: can women get sex whenever they want, while men are doomed to wait on the sidelines until our sexual fancy falls upon them? I don't like the bar example. First, and most obviously, it is not universally true. There are women and I am one of them who have walked up to guys in bars, asked them for sex, and been flat-out refused. Likewise I've known men who have been able to get quick and easy sex with very little effort.
Beautiful people fall in love every day. They spot each other in a fetid swamp of lumpy mortals and think, I'm hot, you're hot, it is on. They'll tell their equally attractive kids heartwarming stories about "love at first sight," but such pairings are about as compelling as a casting agent's daily grind. All of your charming tales about having so much in common "He also loves puppies!
They tend to go out on the town in pairs, I've noticed: the conventionally pretty one, all dolled up and shining, and her average-looking friend, who's barely had time to do her hair. The pretty one, I have a hunch, is generally the instigator. With the plainer one by her side, she thinks she'll look even more dazzling than usual.