Yuck. Why would any woman with a modicum of self-respect want one as a mate? Okay. Good body? Check. Lots of money? Check.
But it all comes back to that self-respect thing. If he’s stupid, lacking in integrity or just plain too self-absorbed—aren’t they all--all the body and money in the world would not attract the woman with her head on straight. (Actors fall into this category as well, Bruce Willis notwithstanding.)
My main reason, however, for finding pro jocks less than attractive is much more basic.
My aunt, in her constant attempts to marry me off—likely to get me out of her hair—used to periodically suggest that I try to put myself in a position to get to know some of the professional athletes around LA.
My periodic answer to this suggestion was a polite and diplomatic version of “are you crazy?” (it is my aunt, after all).
Finally, when I made one factual observation about the state of affairs with athletes, she stopped.
The fact? I am 42 years old. Since I still harbor the notion that I might have a baby--don't have too--should Mr. Right come along in the next couple of years, I know that the chances of me popping out a pup that will later ride the short bus to school are higher than usual.
Why up the odds?
