Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man

moment we see you’re willing to put aside your hopes of walk-
ing down the aisle, we’re going to shelve it, too. And we’re
going to go on ahead and keep on renting you out, with the
option to buy if you let us. Don’t be the Baltic Avenue on the
Monopoly board game—the one that anyone can just roll
the dice, land on, and pay a couple of dollars to chill on with-
out any obligations or worries. You’ve got to go to Broadway
on the game board; make your man round the corner and land
on that high end property—recognize that you’re prime real
estate that’s for purchase only.
Note: This is not about asking your man to marry you. It’s
about taking yourself out of that 1945 mentality, where you
stand around waiting for some guy to beg you for your hand in
marriage. You’ve had it drummed into your head so cold—that
“I’ll never ask a man to marry me” thing—that you’ve lost all
sensibility when it comes to getting what you want. But it’s not
1945 anymore! Back in the day when my parents and their
generation were courting and getting married, women could
afford to wait around for the man to get it together because
really, the options for men were limited. If a guy lived in a
farmhouse, the next farmhouse was two miles away, and that
one might not have a girl in it—just two more boys—so he’d
have to walk another two miles to actually see a potential
mate, much less find the one. And when they courted, they
courted; he had to walk over there, write little messages on
rocks on the way over so everybody knew his intentions, leave