Wait, interesting women get the men? Where I come from (not the US either), wit is a liability.

I LOVE the Daily Throb!!! Brilliant!!!

RE: Megan Fox

I live in L.A. I saw Transformers (unfortunately) and was introduced to the vision that is Ms. Fox. Fortunately. Or so I thought.

A friend who worked on the DVD and interviewed her assures me that 30 seconds with a real, live, speaking Megan is more than enough time to make you prefer fucking an actual fox to this one.

Of course, maybe 30 seconds is enough...

I don't know, I also disagree with the "interesting women want bland men meme".

I think I'm pretty witty and literate, and as mentioned previously in your blog-a-log comments, I prefer men who are the same.

I'm also generally considered to be above-average in the attractiveness department, and I'm still single most of the time.

But then, I want /more/ than just a guy who is witty and interesting.  I want the whole package.  Maybe that's my problem...

That, /and/ I'm not very good at acting "cute" or "girly" (which in my particular world with my own set of conspiracy theories to explain the unhappiness of friends, is what I'm convinced guys like...)

Testify!!! [Note the extra exclamation points]. But if you haven't, read up on your Dan Savage, please do.  The people we find attractive aren't (in my experience, generally--not attributing this to Dan Savage) the people who are the always sexually satisfying.  The people you meet with whom you have a genuine connection are the people who are going to indulge your every little what-have-you in bed and make you come like the world depends on it.  And if they don't, or if you can't/won't make that work, then it's not what you thought it was.

I live in New York, which seems to be the home base for douche bag guys who are bland and what have you, so this escapes me at the time, but the truth remains:  you fuck who you fuck, and you love who you love. And if you're lucky, you fuck the one you love. [Dan Savage, if I've plagiarized, I'm sorry.]

I'm definitely an interesting guy, and here's my theory on why I'm single. It more or less goes with yours, however...

I tend to think that perhaps, and I could be wrong, our egos get in the way of accepting girls, be they bland or interesting, for who they think they are. Who the hell do I think I am? I dunno. Well, maybe I do and maybe I don't. Anyway. Perhaps the bland ones aren't really so bland, but instead are actually more complex than we, or I, would like to admit and we (I) loose or never get the connection to engage with the deeper person inside the facade.

If I need a clue, please feel free to give me one!

Cheers!

I think self reporting on levels of sparky-ness are fairly flawed...Who is going to comment on this thread and declare him or herself bland?

I find that "it depends" is usually more correct than "true" or "false", and your categorization is no exception.  In my experience, the so called interesting women you describe are not really so interesting. And the bland guys that get the girls you lust after are inevitably bland with money.  Bland without money guys definitively do not get interesting women.

Conclusion: if a woman you thought was interesting choses a bland guy with money, she may know a few bon mots, but is just as soulless as the man she chooses.  Authentically interesting women with depth and soul are just rare (N.B. Airheadgenius), as Toluca implies. And so are men like that. So, it is simply a matter of low probability.  

As a self professed bland guy it's not all its cracked up to be. I think your better off just maintaining your interesting ways.

Nobody mates up out of their league. If you see a couple who appear to be in way different leagues it's just evidence of their shared base natures. (This speaks to the magical power of $$$ to make up for mental and physical mediocrity for people susceptible to such soulless assets.)

~approximately, NYtimes style section last sunday. They're such smartypantses over there, and many of the writers single I'm sure

Golly. Yet another gal who turns out to be bland. It is funny, as hannajane notes above, that one can't declare oneself to be interesting, only others can do that. And I have to admit, living in San Francisco, something as simple as being smart, liking books, and being a bi poly switch with a fondness for sparkly hot pants and dirty sex isn't, necessarily, very interesting in and of itself. Heck, you can't swing a cat in this city without hitting a stripper/philosophy student who's writing her thesis on anal fisting and the works of Proust. But . .  but . . . somehow I always thought I was a wee tad intriguing. Sniff . .