Why do guys keep asking me to marry them?

I think I might have ruined the effect by agreeing to marry the first guy and telling the second guy I promised someone else I was going to marry him. It was the heat of the moment, I didn’t know what I was doing! Fortunately, he hasn’t followed up with any requests to take a midnight drive to Vegas or anything. But still, you’d think that since I agreed to marry him, he’d figure I’d be willing to go on a date with him too.

“Marry in haste, repent in liesure” ~ Ben Franklin

It is well known that some males are rather shallow and are simply strongly attracted to young beautiful females.

Oh by the way:

  • how old are you?
  • have you got a picture handy?

:smiley:

Nope—I learned it in a social psych. class.

My favorite line from the textbook—having to do w/ the availability hueristic—is:

“It’s true that one can lie with statistics; however it is much easier to lie with a few well-chosen examples.”

Heh.

You say “Note that I am not dating either of these guys, or have even spent any real amount of time hanging out with them outside of the classes I have with them. I don’t even know them well enough to be able to take it as a joke…”

Did they knock you up?

When you think about it, it’s a fairly logical result of abstinence-only sex education. Young men going off to college and trying to marry every girl they see. Bars which are nothing but marriage markets, where guys try to talk girls in marrying on the first date. Spontaneous weddings at frat parties, in the backseats of cars, in the bushes.

IIRC particularly heinous crimes and highly publicized trials also result in a lot of unsolicited marriage proposals.

I second this request !

It’s the result of speed-dating and other hurry-up trends. In 5 years, if you’re still single, total strangers will be telling you it’s over, and they’re divorcing you. :rolleyes:

Such as…?

Well, I guess this way I don’t have to waste the best years of my life trying to find a good husband and can just concentrate on dating (I was offered an open marriage).

And I’m 17 with no pictures handy, sorry.

Scrawled on a men’s bathroom stall:

FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL (Always on Monday’s phone #)

HARDER TO GET, MAY TAKE A WEDDING (Typically Sunday’s phone #)

:wink:

I’m guessing you have a FANTASTIC rack.

That way they don’t have to buy you coffee.

[Ferris Bueller]
Cameron has never been in love - at least, nobody’s ever been in love with him. If things don’t change for him, he’s gonna marry the first girl he lays, and she’s gonna treat him like shit, because she will have given him what he has built up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won’t respect him, 'cause you can’t respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn’t work.
[/Ferris Bueller]

Such as the fear of flying as opposed to a fear of driving.

Here’s an example:

oldweb.uwp.edu/academic/psychology/demos/UTICdemo/UTICdemo.html

At a wedding reception, I employed such a tactic. Whilst flirting with one of the bridesmaids, we encountered a brief awkward pause. I kiddingly responded with, “Once we’re married, these awkward pauses won’t be so uncomfortable.” It seemed to work pretty well, we dated for a few months afterwards.

(my additions in bold)

Is it possible that you’re actually living in a sitcom pilot, and these guys are illegally staying in the US and are trying to marry you so that they can live here and over the course of the next several years (or however long the ratings are good) you will experience all sorts of crazy hijinks involving your mismatched cultural ideas, your “marriage” getting in the way of your developing a relationship with the guy you really want but in reality is a jerk and finally by the end of the show, ahem, life, i mean… whatever, you will realize how much you’ve grown and how much it is due to this guy but by then he’ll have gone back to his own country and you’ll have to race to the airport to find him and it’ll be too late… or is it?

I was 8 when a classmate left a bouquet and a marriage proposal (written on an index card) at my doorstep.

I did not say yes, as I was still in the stage where I thought boys were icky.