I think there was a thread a few weeks back about a real-life event that was relevant, but I don’t remember any of the details and don’t care enough to research. Anywhere, here’s the sitch.
Today’s story, told in the second person, stars the hypothetical you and the androgynously-named Alex. For purposes of this thread, assume two things. The first is that you are single and dating; the second is that Alex is an intelligent, funny, physically fit, and overall attractive person of the correct sex and orientation for you. The two of y’all met through mutual friends about a month ago; y’all got along swimmingly, so Alex asked you out to dinner. But that may have been a mistake, as you feel much less chemistry when having dinner alone. You’re not repulsed or offended by anything; in fact it’s nothing you can put your finger on. Alex is just firmly in the friend zone for you. The reverse is clearly not the case; everything about Alex’s body language, tone of voice, and so forth makes it clear that you are exactly Alex’s type.
Having driven Alex to the restaurant, you must take her/him home. On the way you notice that you’re low on gas, so you stop at a gas station which you, not Alex, chooses. Alex goes into the station to buy something while you’re filling up. During this time, you’re approached by a pair of twitchy meth-heads, one armed with a revolver and the other, a knife. The meth-heads demands your money. Unfortunately something about you sets the gunsel off, and he rams the gun against your forehead and pulls back the hammer.
But all is not lost. Alex has just come out of the store, and displaying heretofore unmentioned fighting skill, knocks the revolver out of the gunsel’s hand and disabes him, swiftly but non-lethally. Unfortunately, in Alex’s haste to keep your brains from decorating the pavement, Alex overlooks the other meth-head, who stabs Alex in the side and then runs off. You, meanwhile, are calling 911, and happily, paramedics arrive in time to keep Alex from bleeding out.
When you visit Alex the hospital a few days later, Alex’s first words are to express happiness that you’re not hurt. After saying thank you for saving my life, you ask why Alex was willing to risk so much for you. You get this response:
“Well, it was mostly instinct, I guess, but I’ve had some training” (feeble laugh) “though clearly not to Batman levels. Anyway, I like you a lot and I didn’t want you to get killed. But listen – I had the feeling you’re weren’t all that into me at the restaurant. I want to see you again, but I don’t want to pressure you. I’ll be going home in a few days. If you want to go out again, give me a call. If not, no hard feelings.”
Poll question: How likely are you to call Alex for a second date?
Thread question: Does Alex’s heroic action increase or decrease your level of attraction to him or her? Decrease it? Is it irrelevant? Why do you feel as you do?