The Thrill of the Hunt

Right now, I’m on a bit of a girlfriends getaway (under the guise of being on a “business trip”) at the absolutely fabulous Water Club (a signature hotel by the Borgata) in Atlantic City.

Last night, all of us lovely ladies went to Gypsy Bar (in the Borgata) for tequila tasting, and after that, clubbing at the very exclusive mur.mur – while we were there, a super mysterious tendency unveiled itself.

One of us, married for fifteen years, was absolutely FLOODED with male attention. Another, in a serious relationship, was too receiving declarations of love.

Us single girls? Interestingly enough, we were the ones either talking to OTHER girls, sipping our vodka-sodas, or staring at our phones to see if some unseen-other boy would call.

What lesson can we all learn from this experience? Men are beasts. They are attracted not to what is available, but to who seems uninterested, happy, and not to be paying attention to them. My married friend told me she actually never calls her husband when she’s away on trips – and it keeps their relationship “mysterious and sexy”. Why then must us single girls call/email/text our interests nonstop? And then be depressed when/if they don’t answer?

Lets learn from those who succeeded. Men do not like what is in front of them. They want to chase, and capture. Let them chase you – and you will finally (maybe) get caught.

Or I can be totally wrong. I’m the one sleeping alone in a giant gorgeous hotel room. Sigh.

Image: My ladies and I at the Gypsy Bar. We don’t necessarily have men…but we do have tequila!