Men and Women: Not So Different

One of my favorite pastimes is sitting in bars, airports, donut shops or the local True Value Hardware store and, as couples walk in and out, asking myself, "How in the fuck did he land her?"

For guys, it seems an easy game; at least here in Boston, the ratio of hot chicks to average Joes is so off-the-charts (thanks, local colleges!), that the chances an ordinary dink has for landing something way outside his normally accepted range is quite, quite good. Apparently, as I discovered during this weekend's pub crawl with a non-Kenette galpal, the flip side of this for women is the good-looking guy who saddles himself with the girl who won't stop talking. "Look at her, she doesn't let him get a word in edgewise," was her common refrain as she scoped out couples at the bar. "What a bitch. Why is he with her?"

So, it seems, we are not so different.