Y Chromosome

Men who are bad for us. It happens all the time. It's a hot topic of conversation on our favorite TV shows, is splashed across our chick lit books, and is a reality that we face every time we meet a new man. Why do we continue to put ourselves in the mercy of men who are bad for us?

Charlotte York said that woman just want to be rescued. It can also be assumed that most women don't want to be alone. When will we start putting ourselves first?

My friends who are still in the dating scene meet men, text back and forth, and then realize that he seems to be playing a game. A game that can drag on and on without a clear ending in sight. How many other women is he dating? Why is he always asking me to do things with him at the very last minute? I personally don't like games and my friends are certainly better than the games the Y chromosome likes to play. We're not 6 years old anymore....pass Go and grow up.

I'll admit that it is hard to cut those type of guys off sometimes. We've all been there. Yes, we may remain emotionally unavailable, keeping our options open, but when that text comes in you know that someone out there just thought about you. It's a nice feeling. It doesn't matter that he's probably only sending that little text simply to keep you on his radar.

Is it asking too much to find someone who likes a woman who is a lovely blend of independent/dependent, funny, smart, classy, and enjoys an array of different outdoor...and indoor...activities? Is it asking too much for a man who is willing to put time into getting to know one person instead of playing the field - hopping from one girl to the next - until he finds a rare form of perfection....which normally ends up in breakup ville or divorce, because let's face it, no one is perfect and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise. All of my single girlfriends fit into the above description and deserve the best of what's out there. If only they could find it. And until this mystical form of Y chromosome comes out from hiding, I'm afraid that many of us will continue to hang on to men who do more harm than good.

Jesse McCartney has it right when he belts out:

Why don't you tell him that I'm leavin'

never looking back again

You found somebody who does it better than he can

No more making you cryNo more them gray skies

Girl we flying on a g-5, g-5

And we're leavin' never looking back again

So call your shawty you tell him you found a new man

A bit corny? Yes. A bit true? Definitely. Let's leave the bad behind and find someone who does it better.