Aggressive Women II- Personal Details

Since this a blog, I would like to apply my own personal touch to my last entry.

I am an aggressive female. Growing up in Texas, I have had mixed reactions my entire life about if this was or was not a good thing. Moving to New York was possibly the best thing I could have done for myself because being aggressive is extremely valued, even for women. Actually, these city girls put my aggression to shame.

How did I get this way? I am the youngest of three girls, and was always fighting as a little person to pull my mother's attention away from my teenage sisters. My father still muses about the daily bathroom fight between the three of us. It was the early 1990s, so both of my sisters required hours in the bathroom just for hair and makeup before they went to high school, so I would have to push my way just to use the potty, brush my teeth or heaven forbid to take a shower. Sometimes a simple request to have my sister scoot away from the sink so I could wet my little toothbrush would result in finger nails in my arm and tears.

So, I grew up really fast, and became really aggressive. I could usually hone this through my childhood into such things as impressing my English teacher with poetry skills, competing in math competitions, running anti-drug initiatives among my peers, holding major leadership positions in school and finally graduating number 11 of our 400-something high school class.

About the time I was entering college, I started dating. Up until this point I did not really think about male-female relationships besides what I had seen in movies. Also, boys never really intimidated me... I was a total tomboy in my neighborhood and constantly playing with them and was always equal to them in strength and intellect. But, all of a sudden the game changed.

So I was stuck with having a very activator personality in a game where I was was supposed to be the prey. Not much has really changed in my confusion except I have graduated college am now a real working woman. I pay taxes, have a 401K, participate in networking events in my industry, have my own residence and have a ton of friends. But still, the opposite sex groups me in the same arena as every other female.

The only man I think that truly appreciates me is my father. He tells me every time I talk to him about how proud he is of me and loves me so much. He understands that men are not ready for aggressive women and warns me about my personality and how I act in dating.

So, that's where I am... and that's why I write to try help men understand the modern women. So, be kind and understanding... and keep on reading.