But after years of this, I’m pretty sure I’ll always feel the same way about goat cheese. Personal preferences exist, and to deny that is willful ignorance.
My aversion to goat cheese doesn’t make me a bad person — neither does my attraction to tall men.
But I bristle at the implication that there’s something inherently morally wrong about who I choose to date. I acknowledge that my palate is flawed and that I’m missing out on any number of delicious, well-crafted dishes that everyone else can enjoy.
Guilting yourself into pursuing someone who you know, empirically, doesn’t do anything for you is a waste of time for everyone involved. Yes, maybe every once in a while I should take a bite of goat cheese and see if I like it — in case it is, as they say, an acquired taste. That is a waste of excellent goat cheese someone else would’ve loved to have eaten, not to mention that I will probably vomit all over you.
The psychology behind this is that people want to be around people who are desired by other people and it is easier to be approached and openly flirt with a woman who willingly joined the crowd.
If you’re a regular reader, you probably knew that I was on the CBS Early Show in July. We wrote two new profile essays that were unique, funny and confident.
Appearing with me was one of my all-time favorite clients, Tom Pandolfo. We renamed him “Look Ma No Hair.” And we watched as his in-box filled up with interested women.
(To be fair, I am arguably both a moron and an asshole.) Refusing to date short men out of fear you’ll “look funny together” or that you won’t feel comfortable wearing heels — two of the common reasons preaches against — is rull, rull dumb, ladies.
If you want to date somebody, date the shit out of them.