Women dating blue collar
It works fine, just like it worked fine for my parents, and my relationship with my husband is balanced and wonderful.
You know, stable employment, a kind and generous heart, someone who is funny, intelligent, consistent and faithful, etc. She wants a dude who has it all together.” Whenever my friend gets in this mode—which I still have yet to determine if jealousy or a self-esteem issue is the culprit—I cringe.
Then he went into self-deprecating mode: “See, that woman right there [insert random acquaintance he knows] is my type of woman. It’s like a combination of complaining, not being confident enough in what he brings to the table and judging women based on their preferences equate to this annoyance of a concoction. In other words, he counts himself out of the race for her heart before the “Go! Each and every time I ask him to elaborate on why he feels this way, it all goes back to how she looks, how she dresses and the life that she appears to live from the outside looking in.
My father is what many would consider a “blue collar man.” He never went to college, and owns his own company.
My mother attended prestigious universities, and earned her doctorate.
Like many women I had a mold of what my dream guy would be like.