I think it is important to remember we are all just products of our previous dating experiences. I once did the, “I absolutely insist on paying my half of the bill,” thing when the check came one night after dinner and ruined what had up to that point been a very nice evening. I am sure my date thought, “Uhhg, another one of those militant feminist types, glad I found out now rather than later. Wonder how she was able to fool me for so long?”
What my date didn’t realize was that he was the first guy I accepted a date from in a long time. Which meant I had turned down several other nice men and caused them to feel hurt and dejected. They probably thought of me as one of those “perched on the luxuriously detached ivory tower of the pursued,” and that I was foolish for not just accepting a date just to see if anything could come of it. Some may have even thought I turned them down because they didn’t drive a nice enough car, or make enough money. Well none of that was the case, it was all due to the last date I had been on.
I was just out of college and hadn’t dated much. A man that worked in the same office building that I did asked me out. I was thrilled! I was very attracted to him physically, he was kind and charming. And even though I usually get really nervous and stupid around men I am attracted to, on our date he was able to put me at ease and I really enjoyed myself. When the check came, I treated it as I would if I was out with my boss or a friend who had asked me to dinner. I told him I would be happy to pitch in to cover the bill. He smiled, and thanked me and said, “I really appreciate your offer, but I asked you out, and your saying ‘yes’, and the pleasure of your company tonight more than covers the price of the bill.” My heart went, ahhh. The rest of the evening was a dream, I REALLY liked this guy. He could not have been more sweet and attentive. So he drives me to my apartment and parks in the parking lot. We tell each other what a great time we had and all. He leans over and kisses me. It is wonderful, for about 10 seconds, then I feel his hand in my crotch. For a minute I think it is an accidental touching, then I think he has dropped something in my lap and is just trying to get it out. But then I realize he is just going for it. I push him back and tell him that he is moving way too fast for me, he needs to slow down. He asks what on earth that means. I have no words, I am confused and scared. He says, “Are you trying to tell me you won’t be inviting me in and we won’t be having sex?” “Yes,” I mutter. He says, “Well just get the fuck out of my car then. You could have told me you wouldn’t be sleeping with me before I bought your damn dinner and paid for all those drinks, you fucking cunt cock tease.” I am not one to cry easily, but I burst into tears, fled the car and ran to my apartment. Later when I told my girlfriends about the horrible evening, they sympathized, told me I was too good for a louse like that, and then shocked me by saying something similar had happened to each one of them. I think that was the hardest thing for me to accept, that this wasn’t an isolated incident, which meant it could happen again.
So for the next six months, anyone man who asked me out got a polite, “No thank you.” And I promise, as bad as being turned down must have felt to them, I felt just as bad saying no. So when I finally did decide to try dating again, I wanted to make sure that didn’t happen again, so I made way too big a deal over paying my share. Poor guy, my bad experience caused him to have a bad experience, which I imagine caused him to get weird the next time he asked someone else out. And his date probably then had a bad experience, and on and on it goes.
So all this to say if you ask someone out and they say no, it may have absolutely nothing to do with you. And if someone you think likes you, but doesn’t ask you out, it could be that they really do like you but they are working through something, and not ready to ask anyone out. I actually find it amazing that we are ever able to get to “I do.”