A quick word on my meaning of successful. Last night, as I was drifting off, I realized that I’ve used that word to describe a lot of the guys I go out with. When I say a guy is successful, I’m not talking about money.
Sure, over the years, I’ve dated some guys who were well off (and a couple who were better than well off). But that was just random and irrelevant to me. I didn’t like them any better because of their wealth. In fact, in one case it got in the way because I didn’t feel comfortable bringing the guy to my apartment, ever. And in general, he and I didn’t have as relaxed a relationship as I normally do with men, because he always wanted to go out to NICE restaurants. We could never just chill out at the neighborhood places.
The point it, this is NYC and there are guys here with money and it’s actually hard to not bump into them. I don’t, however, go looking for them.
I’d have guessed you figured that out by now if you’re a regular reader, but I wanted to spell it out.
When I say a guy is successful I mean that he has a job he likes and is satisfied with his life. He might still have unfulfilled aspirations, maybe a book he’s writing in his spare time or he’s an actor with a day job who’s still hoping for his big break. But as far as I’m concerned that’s all good. As long as he doesn’t wake up every day hating his life.
That’s all it really takes to be successful in my book. Paying your bills, having balance, being happy. That’s no small thing, btw.
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