Overheard: Boston & Love.

Walking Newbury Street this afternoon, I was frustrated by the weather's fear of committing to raining or sun-shiny. Instead of one or the other, the weather was stuck in a perpetual cloud of sporadic raindrops every few seconds. It was frustrating.

But, what sounds more frustrating is dating in Boston.

As I walked past the shops on Newbury, I incidentally kept pace with three gentlemen; all appearing to be in their mid-30s. They were chatting about finding love in Boston.

"All chicks in Boston are frigid. All guys in Boston are just looking to meet someone cool and get laid," said the eldest looking one... Dressed in a tacky "tikki" inspired gray shirt.

"Yeah," said one of the other fellas. The third one also echoed this agreement.

They continued to walk down the street and talk about how it was difficult to find a nice "in between" girl.

"They either are frigid and want serious relationships, or they are just sluts who don't want boyfriends," said "Tacky-Tikki" guy.

The two others repeated their agreement.

I guess there are a lot of girls in Boston who are either "frigid bitches" or raging "free-loving" women. But I know plenty of girls who are "in between" here in Boston and are great gals.

They're just looking for men (or women) who aren't neanderthals and bad dressers.

("Yeah!")

Comments

Anonymous said…
I’m totally shocked whenever I see a baby in this city.

Babies’ mean that two people—two Bostonians—made and sustained eye contact, engaged in casual conversation with a sexual subtext, had more than a few romantic dinners at a somewhat reasonably priced-restaurant and then—finally—fell so deeply and completely in love with each other that they decided to create a whole new life to stand as a testimony to that very deep, very pure love.

It could also mean they were unbelievably drunk and so feared the flames of eternal hellfire promised them in some Sunday school class years ago that they tip-toed past every available option and decided to make a rough and tumble go at being grown-up’s. We’ve seen those people. Our parents might have been those people.

But there is something about the dating scene in Boston that is … special. I’m not justifying anything that might have been muttered by the well moneyed, Tiki-tressed troika. I would suggest, however, that the group’s expression smells a little worse than the actual context.

These dudes were in their thirties. Boston—while full of available singles—is a bit of a kiddie-pool, on the whole.

Yes the city has a considerable number of industries that attract young people far beyond the age of consent who are from all across the country if not the world itself and blady blah. But chiefly, this town is swollen with students. Students—nineteen and twenty four year olds!

What man or woman, at nineteen or twenty-four, wants the same things from a relationship that someone wants at thirty-two? Or thirty-five? Not too many. Unless of course something terrible happed to them. Years ago. In a Sunday school class. Probably after class.

28-34 year leave Boston. In droves! You hear all the time about the bi-annual mass exodus of middle-income earners in that age range. Those are the people who came here for an education and decided to bolt once they found suitable partners with similar levels of income and education who know what a stable, healthy relationship looks like. So they pack up and start a life somewhere else. And make babies.

If you ever cross paths with those guys again you should let them know that if they’re interested in meeting women in their age range that might want a little more from a relationship than they’re getting, they might want to move.

On second thought, don’t say anything. They sound like the kind that is better left out of the gene pool.

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