I got asked out today.
On a date!
I feel really flattered, and I can’t remember being this happy and excited in a long time.
Thank you, Stacy, for having the guts to break out of the social mold and ask me out first, rather than waiting for me to do it, because frankly, I probably never would’ve worked up the courage to do it. (Hell I didn’t even know you were interested in me until you asked me out).
I’ve never been asked on a date before.
This wonderful experience has led me to reflect upon the disaster that has been my love life in the ten years since I started dating, which is why this post is in the Pit.
I hate being a man in the post feminist world.
Before you jump down my throat for daring to express dissatisfaction with anything related to the sacred cow of feminism, let me state that I love the ideals of feminism and I strongly believe that men and women should have equal opportunities to excel in all walks of life (which should apply to men who wish to be house-husbands as well as women who desire to be CEOs).
What I hate is the fact that our social mores haven’t caught up with the progress women have made in expanding their opportunities. Men are still restricted by a gender role that hasn’t changed in hundreds of years.
We’re still expected to be breadwinners, for instance. It’s no secret that a man’s paycheck is a big factor in how attractive he is to the opposite sex. I don’t recall ever giving a fuck about how much money a woman makes in the context of sex appeal, although I’ve certainly been dumped for not making enough money (okay, she was an asshole and a bad example, but still…)
The dating game is another great example of this. Men are still expected to bear the complete burden of initiating courtships.
I’m a smart, attractive guy with a good personality (albeit I’m a bit on the shy side), and I’ve dated five women in the last ten years. I’ve had to ask every one of them on a first date. I’ve asked two other women out, but they rejected me flat-out, and in both cases the experience was traumatic and humiliating.
I’m not completely spineless, and I think most people will agree that it takes a significant amount of courage to ask someone out.
I get the feeling that some women, perched on the luxuriously detached ivory tower of the pursued, lose sight of the blood, sweat, and tears shed by their pursuers. They take for granted the fact that all they have to do is wait around for awhile before being asked on a date, while their pursuer has to do all the real work.
How convenient! It’s nice simply having to choose between “yes” or “no”, isn’t it? And if you say no, unless the guy is a total scuzz, you can go home feeling flattered, while your unfortunate suiter will probably drink himself into a stupor wondering what went wrong.
You know what’s the worst part about asking somebody out? Trying to play guessing games with other people’s emotions. Does she like me? Is she smiling just to be friendly or is there something else to it? Is she flirting because she’s interested in me, or is it just because she’s a flirt? Will I jeopardize our friendship by asking her out? Am I overanalyzing the situation?
Then there’s the “asking out” part. You’ve got to be tactful about it, so she can refuse without creating an embarrassing situation for both of you. “Will you go out with me” just doesn’t cut it. “Would you mind going out for a cup of coffee this afternoon?” is better, because she can make up an excuse without having to say she’s not interested in you.
The rejection hurts just as much, but you can pretend to brush it off as if it weren’t a big deal and save the crying fits and suicide attempts for later that evening.
Being rejected is one of the most soul-crushing experiences in the world. I can’t imagine not wanting to go on a date with an unattached woman around my age, even if there’s no hint of immediate chemistry, because the point of dating is to find out if said chemistry exists. Even if you think you’re not compatible with someone, one date can’t hurt, right? You might discover that your suiter is different than your first impressions led you to believe.
So when a single woman around my age turns down a date, I can’t help but wonder why she wasn’t willing to even give me a chance. Is it because I smell bad? Is there something scary about my manner of speaking? What did I do/say wrong? Did I come on too strong? Not strong enough? Maybe she has emotional problems. Yeah that’s it. Or she’s a lesbian. Even better.
What I would like to see is a society where both sexes must suffer equally through this emotional minefield. That means that if a woman is interested in a man, she should ask him out. No passive-aggressive hints. No waiting until he makes the first move. No playing mind games. No worrying about seeming too forward, because frankly, I don’t know a single guy who wouldn’t love to be asked out on a first date.
I’m not saying women should carry all the burden, but 50% would be nice.
Anyway, I can’t be too angry now, since a member of the elite 10% of women who actually have the balls to take the initiative has made her interests known to me.
Thanks again Stacy. Even if things don’t work out, I appreciate the courage it took to ask me out and I will always be grateful for that.
And to all the women in my life who’ve been attracted to me but never had the courage to do anything about it: Your loss. You should have taken a chance. If you end up with some loser simply because he happened to by the guy to ask you out, then you have no one to blame but yourself.