I recently went to a professional matchmaker in New York City who set me up with a man who'd had a facelift and stared approvingly at himself in the mirror behind the bar the entire evening. When he wasn't self-admiring or sniffling or licking his lips wildly, he was in the loo. Maybe he just had a bad cold and was poorly self-medicated.
I was also introduced to a 51-year-old Michael Bolton clone with a mild, but noticeable, speech impediment who lives in another city where he writes scientific textbooks for a living.
Call it female intuition, but somehow I knew I wasn't going to be walking down the aisle with either of these men.
When I reported back to the agency to see if there was perhaps a more suitable match, the male owner -- a self-professed metrosexual -- informed me that my age (34) is a "hard sell" because most of his clients -- primarily men over 35 -- pay a chunk of change to meet smart, successful, attractive and -- drumroll -- younger women.
"But I look 25! But someone with decent eyesight once said I look like Angelina Jolie's lovechild! How can this be?" I cried.
"It's biology," he said bluntly. "Everyone knows women have fewer eggs as they age."
While this biological factoid is no newsflash, I bit my tongue as he continued on: "We only hear about the one woman over forty who had the baby, not about the millions who couldn't."
I didn't even realize that men wanted children so badly. What was this, a procreation agency?
Or was this just a jerk being a jerk?
Of course I'm not in denial about the realities of a woman's fertility after a certain age. Society constantly reminds us of our biological clocks. We've all heard that a third of women have fertility problems after the age of 35.
But I still don't think that having only a handful of months left before I reach what Mr. Matchmaker delightfully calls the "turning point age" for women is reason enough for me to shack up with facelift guy (and thanks to that little catch phrase, I now feel like my female organs will spontaneously combust on my next birthday).
Needless to say, it was not a heartwarming experience to have the male owner of this agency talk to me about my eggs. After we hung up, I cried for an hour like the sensitive fool that I am. I'm never going to have babies! I'm DeadEggs! I sobbed into my pillow like it was the end of the world.
As if he of all people had the final say on that matter. After all, this was a man I'd only met once when I was invited into the agency's chic offices, where I was briefly inspected by him, his staff and the office pet, a large poodle that repeatedly lunged at my crotch as I awkwardly tried to express what I was looking for in a man. I dished out my checklist (why not ask for the moon?) and left the agency feeling buoyant and happy to have passed on the responsibility of matchmaking to a professional after many half-hearted attempts by myself.
Of course, I had my reservations. I couldn't help but wonder -- if these men are paying for dates, what's wrong with them? But online dating -- although definitely a source of amusement -- strains my eyes and the bar scene is, well, vaguely soul-destroying. Besides, when it comes to New York, as Millionaire Matchmaker's Patti Stanger aptly put it: "Where are the men?" She says women in New York have to be more proactive than in any other city in the United States. Being reminded of the widely reported five-to-one female/male ratio is enough to convince me that I have to make more of a solid effort in order to find a soul mate in this city.
Although online dating freaks me out a bit, I do currently have 258 unread messages in my OkCupid inbox when my profile clearly states my age. They may call themselves "NeedThemEggs," "milkybunees" and "fire_crotch," but at least they're not ageist. I don't have time to go through them all, but apparently there are men out there who would consider dating a woman as ancient as I am.
So you can imagine my surprise when Mr. Matchmaker came down hard on me, telling me I needed to be more "open-minded" because the pickins' were slim at my age; that I should give the Michael Bolton look-alike a fair chance because he really liked me. But he wore bellbottom jeans, I insisted, has no hair and doesn't get my jokes -- not even the funny ones. Yet I was made to feel that because of my dinosaur age (note: sarcasm), I'm not allowed to be so picky. How dare I demand a sense of humor when I should just be happy he has legs! Clearly, I'm getting just what I deserve for not putting my love life first all these years.
Although I don't recall putting "keen on immediate procreation" in the agency questionnaire, I would be lying if I said it doesn't cross my mind every time I spot a pair of chubby little feet sticking out of a stroller. However, I know many women my age and older who don't feel this way at all, some who are entirely indifferent about having children and some who simply don't want them.
Yet I do understand where his clients are coming from. They may want twenty-somethings for superficial reasons, or perhaps these men already have spawn from previous relationships and are in no mood to reproduce in the near future, or they want children, but eons from now and the idea of dating a woman in her mid-thirties causes them to experience repeated nightmares of being dragged to Babies"R"Us nine months after a first date. Or maybe they don't even want kids, but they like to keep their options open just in case.
And for the matchmaker, this is a business and the women are commodities. Aging pieces of meat. Forget the sanctity of a relationship. Yet love in the real world is much more complicated, nuanced and spontaneous. If you look at marriage through an old-fashioned lens, perhaps professional matchmaking makes sense -- bringing people of similar socio-economic backgrounds and shared goals together. And I'm sure it can work, as it has done so for centuries.
But for me, a hopeless romantic -- admittedly unwilling to settle for a butterfly-less union -- I sensed it was too inhibiting, too formulaic, based on circumstances that were out of my control (e.g., date of birth); that it didn't allow for the natural course of things, for people from different walks of life to cross over and perhaps fall in love the way I always expected it to happen to me. At a friend's dinner party or in the airport, at Pret a Manger or while climbing Mount Everest -- you really just never know.
"It's a number's game," says my friend's therapist. I may have to kiss a lot of frogs before landing my Brad Pitt, or, at the very minimum, a guy with a decent pseudonym. But I don't think I'm a hard sell at all. I just think it's a tough market.
I guess the important thing is to just get out there, whether or not you go through a matchmaker.
But if you do try that route, just be sure to lie about your age.
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First is the bait. The matchmaker promises singles help in meeting people they would like to meet. The client is asked to describe the kind of people that match his or her interests.
Next is the switch. The matchmaker doesn't have the inventory. The client is pushed toward what the matchmaker can produce rather than what the client said he or she wanted.
Last comes blaming the client. 'If only you were smarter,' says the matchmaker, 'more willing to face reality, you would accept what I have in stock rather than holding out for what you want.' (It's worded more vaguely than that.)
The truth is that most clients are smart enough. Few adult singles go to a singles service looking for demigods. Most just hope to meet someone interesting who rings their bell. Unfortunately for the convenience of matchmakers it is the client, not the matchmaker, who decides what is interesting and bell-ringing.
Yes, it's a tough business. That's why most would-be matchmakers don't need to be in it.
Bottom line: The matchmaker is not hired to re-order a client's life. The job is to make introductions. One can either make those introductions to a client's satisfaction or not. If not, clients do best to go elsewhere.
I honestly think that the best long-term solution to this is artificial wombs. Both men and women should be able to maximize the odds of having a healthy baby up until about 55 in this day and age. I realize the technology won't be around tomorrow, but it's something for humanity to work towards for the next 100 years. In the meantime, means of freezing eggs and sperm are now available. Even the age of the man has an effect in terms of sperm quality. Both men and women should look into freezing their gametes. Artificial wombs will allow women to opt out of being pregnant, and I think most of the babies born to mothers who smoke or ingest substances that negatively affect them would have been better off grown in an artificial womb. It's a ways off, but I think there is a moral imperative to develop this option for the sake of gender rights and to give future generations the best lives possible.
Seriously though, NYC especially Manhattan is probably one of the hardest places for any female to catch a husband, much less one perceived to have past her sell by date.
I'd dump the match maker and expand one's search beyond the prime mate hunting grounds of Manhattan. No, I tell a lie there; I'd stop "hunting" in earnest all together.
IMHO it is very hard for most women not to appear desperate in these situations; and nothing turns a man off faster than that.
If it is your ticking biological clock that has you crazy, consider the other option; single mother by choice. Such situations are not limited to lesbians these days and indeed is part of a growing movement. There even several groups and websites devoted to the thing.
And frankly, after a lousy marriage and some fun dating, and now this amazing beautiful relationship, I can tell you honestly, I would rather be single all my life, then settle for less than the love I deserve :) As for babies, you don't need a man for that hun, if you want one, go make one. A man who truly loves you will love your baby too!
I'm 36, and a divorced single mother of 4 kids (yes 4 :)) who can no longer have babies at all because after my 4th c-section I had voluntary sterilization. After a divorcing the world's WORST husband ever, I was certain I would never find love and happiness. But I did, and so can you!
I spent a couple of years just focusing on healing myself, and finding myself and becoming the strong confident gorgeous woman I wanted to be, and finding activities and communities and friendships I wanted to be a part of. I dated, I enjoyed life, I had fun - lots of it...
and then at a party, I saw Him, the most gorgeous beautiful man I've ever seen - young (25), sexy, the body of Adonis, big deep brown liquid eyes, and a smile that took my breath away. My Soul Mate, in every way. Now, 18 months later, we are completely crazy in love, living together in our dream house, and he loves my kids as my own. He never wanted babies at all, and is thrilled to get to be a dad without any of the hassle or mess of babies and diapers. He spoils me completely everyday, cooks dinner, gives me massages, and has been every single time, the Best Sex of My Life Ever - every time. continued in next comment
1. They are not nurturing females they've cut themselves off from their feminine essence to pursue material gain (not mommy material).
2. They have a false sense of entitlement; they believe they should have their cake and eat it too. They resent smart 20-year-old married women, so they run around trying to act like they’re still hot.
3. They are rude and obnoxious, believing that their contentious attitude is showing strength when all it's really showing is how insecure they really are.
4. The are narcissistic and selfish and believe the world evolves around them. A man's needs WON’T be considered.
5. Most of what they say caned lines they've memorized to use on men who call them out on their bad behaviors.
6. They are quick to divorce. Feminism see's this as a power move.
7. She has lost her sense of reality. ALWAYS thinking about what might have been if she hadn't married you. It’s all YOUR fault!
8. Sex is boring. She thinks she’s doing YOU a favor. Oral is demeaning!
9. After saying “I do,” they will revert back to their obnoxious feminist state (Look up Divorce Horror Stories.)
10. They don't realize two people in the masculine role are like repelling magnets. She want's to be man in the relationship, but reverts back to a woman when it suits her (i.e. you paying for EVERYTHING)
And about your number 8, no one wants to put in their mouth what has been splashed by toilet water and cuddles next to dingle-berries. Have you tried it? I suggest that you do.... of course that means you may have to break that wonderfully strict 1950's gender role you've got going for you.