Okay, we’ve all heard the generalizations about men and women and how they are different when it comes to dating and relationships. Women are crazy. Women are emotional. Women are stubborn. But when it comes to dating, no one is more stubborn than men. And by stubborn I mean cray-cray. Man’s perseverance to score may have worked in their favor back in the pre-historic days when they were trying to get your number and fight a mammoth at the same time, but it does not translate well in today’s urban world.

Example:

When a woman calls a man and does not hear from him after a couple of days, she just lets it go. Women say, “I’m too good for him.” “He wasn’t worthy.” A little piece of us dies inside but we move on.

When a man calls a woman and he doesn’t hear from her after a couple of days, he calls her again at the end of the week. Not only does he call but he leaves a long message. “Hey, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I had fun on our date. Did you have fun? Did you get home okay? Are you mad at me? Did I do something to offend you???”And when he still doesn’t hear from her, he texts her. And then he emails her. It’s as if he’s thinking, well she must not be a phone person so let me try email. Or, she must not have received my email so let me text her.

And do you know what women are thinking while all this non-communication is going on? Not only are we thinking this but we are telling all our friends.

“Oh my god, he’s stalking me!”

Women love being stalked. They love talking about being stalked. They love telling their friends they are being stalked. Women just love it.

Bitch, please, you ain’t being stalked. He’s just stupid!

But a true example of persistence is out on the field. The literal playing field. The streets of New York. I’ve mentioned before that men in New York like to pick up women on the street. This occurs more during the summer time when there are more pedestrians, thus more opportunities to strike up a conversation while we are trying to catch the fucking bus.

But women tackled this nuisance by placing an obstacle between us and men on the street. Our ipods. The universal sign of “Not trying to know you.” God, what did our ancestors do without headphones?

For a while, women could peacefully roam the streets without worrying about getting hit on. And, fellas, it’s not that we don’t appreciate the attention. We just don’t feel like talking to anyone when it’s this hot out. I don’t even talk to my friends and they’re right next to me!

But men have caught on to the ipod obstacle and gradually adapted to their altered surroundings. They no longer see the ipod as a barrier. They work around it. It’s kinda like that scene in Jurassic Park when the velociraptors learn how to open doors and you’re like HOLY CRAP I DIDN’T THINK YOU COULD DO THAT.

Example: A couple of weeks ago, I was walking to work and listening to my ipod when out of the corner of my eye I see a man approach me. I walk faster. He catches up to me. I pretend I don’t see him and turn up the volume on my ipod. He gets in my line of vision and waves his hand in front of me and starts talking to me. He is talking to me even though I haven’t bothered to turn off my ipod.

And then last week, I am walking to work and I see THE SAME GUY walking towards me. Again, he does the waving of the hand and he says, “Hey, remember me? I saw you a couple of weeks ago…” I smile and continue walking.

I suppose women will now have to create new ways to ward off unwanted attention on the street.

Or this could mean the extinction of my species.

The Stankasaurus.