enter the female metrosexual.

Has our time finally arrived? Enter the age of the Metrosexual female. Really, it’s not such a stretch. Metrosexuality is much closer to the socially acceptable female role when it comes to beauty and style.

While the metrosexual male aspires to approximate a straight gay man, the metrosexual woman approaches a realm never before ventured into by a non-drag stiletto: Female Bachelorhood.

Today’s generation of young women are successful, stylish and highly selective about how we spend our money and with whom with spend our time.

As Aretha says, “Sisters are doing it for themselves.” Smart, sexy, powerful, and maybe even a tad bit stubborn, we revel in the trappings of success, independence, and the lifestyle it affords. We make things happen and are swift to remove encumbrances from our lives.

Think Samantha Jones...

Educated, articulate, and ambitious, we work hard, play hard, and refuse to settle for a partner who cannot or will not complement the lifestyle we have constructed for ourselves.

We wear the pants, the skirts, the capris, and when we feel like it, nothing at all. The truth is we don’t need a man; but that doesn’t stop us from wanting one…

We are challenged by powerful forces which can sometimes seem mutually exclusive; the desire for professional success, personal development, and love and companionship.

We love men, and adore shoes… and in the absence of a lovely lad to soothe other urges, our shoe libido may actually border on the perverse.

We are proficient hunters, in pursuit of excellence in all areas. Unfortunately, it is far easier to find the perfect pair of pumps than it is to find decent man who can keep up with us.

If you ask me, there are two types of single women out there. There’s the classic “What’s wrong with me?” crowd, for whom the book He’s Just Not That Into You was written. These are women who search for fault within themselves as the source of romantic misfortune.

And then there’s the Metrosexual Female, who prefers the question, “What’s wrong with him?” But once the query is uttered, decides he’s not worth the brain power required to ponder his deficiencies, and promptly moves on to the next candidate. Dismissive? Perhaps, but we’ve got too much on our plates to concern ourselves with leftovers. Don’t worry, chicks from the WWWM crowd can (after experiencing a steady stream of Toxic Bachelors) shift over to the WWWH camp—and believe me, they never look back.

So, why are so many of us so damn lonely?

At first I thought the problem was a consequence of being in a relatively small pool; not many men, therefore not many suitable men to choose from. It was a comforting excuse until I heard the same complaint from women in man-rich, highly populated centers.

In many ways, today’s woman blossoms twice: first biologically, growing into our bodies and embracing our sexuality and spirit, seeking adventures and making a plan. And then we flourish intellectually and professionally, becoming independent and confident in our power. The female metrosexual merely requires an equally evolved male specimen…

Powerful, but not smug; intelligent, but not cocky; and handsome, but not high-maintenance. All this, rolled into an emotionally-advanced, communicative man… Okay, so it’s a tall order; has the metrosexual woman evolved herself out of the dating species?