A Brief Dive Into The Male Ego

As I sit here I must admit something :

I am skipping a class. Which one? Well, not to be super specific it's one that as a woman I shouldn't be missing and it involves literature. It got me to thinking, however, that as a modern American woman, one who may be able to float by on looks every once in a while (not gorgeous, but passable), I should consider myself pretty lucky. True, I'm lacking a Jon Hamm level beau, a salary job, and my future dream apartment, but I'm surviving.

The human ego is a tricky deal, but I'd like to think that females have a slightly better grasp on controlling it and are less likely to have it bruised. I could be wrong, but I hope I'm not.

However my ego-centric way of thinking has forced me to sit here pouting because men are "idiots", and I keep picking the wrong ones. Then it hit me : I'm not picking these men! They are the ones who have approached me. Honestly I'd die before I'd make the first move on a man. Granted lately I've been known to force eye contact with a few strong drinks in my system. More recently I spied a man I found attractive across the bar. I could see that he was probably about thirty years old, lacking impressive employment, but would skate through life for at least another 10 years based on his dirty attractiveness and dog-like ways. Within minutes of eye contact being made, I had distracted him from the girl tugging at his side and he was wiggling his finger at me to come sit next to him. I considered this for a moment then decided, no.

That was a ballsy move, one that actually gained him points had I not been a giant chicken, sitting with my male friend who is prone to aggressive behavior. This gentleman across the bar saw that I had clearly come to the bar with someone, and while I knew that someone was not a boyfriend or a date, he did not. If a man is confident enough in himself to cut in on another man's time with his lady, is that cocky or a whole new realm of male confidence that will only make us ladies weaker at our knees?

Yikes.