Me, not so much.
I get pearls like, “Don’t use long words and scare him off”, “Don’t make fun of anybody”, “Maybe you should tone down the bitchy a notch”, “Don’t be sarcastic and intimidating, you know – don’t be all… you.”
A quick survey of my immediate social circle reveals that people think I’m loud, abrasive (remember, Koltrain, remember?), sarcastic, caustic, cynical, overbearing, domineering, intelligent (oh thank you, sweet Jesus!), high-maintenance, blunt, attractive (despite all this, apparently), not as cool as I think I am, evil, fun, weird, a hard-assed feminist and if one colleague is to be believed, barely a woman at all*.
An overwhelming majority of people also assure me that I shouldn’t worry because I will find a guy, all the above points notwithstanding. I take heart in that, as you can imagine. Because if so many people are saying it, then there simply MUST be a guy out there who’s intelligent and attractive and charming and nice who is actually a closet emotional masochist because he prefers sarcastic, bitchy feminists who’re high-maintenance and weird.
Yeah, I can believe that. What? You can’t? REALLY??? Shocking.
* He once asked me, “So whom would you date in our office, if, you know, you were a woman?”