I read this article. Do you think people still date like they used to?
Like a man meets a woman that he is attracted to, so he asks her out, they go on a date, etc. It seems like a lot of people are awkward about this these days and maybe only want to date someone they already know from a group situation. Or is this how it's always been?
Lets Not Get to Know Each Other Better
Like a man meets a woman that he is attracted to, so he asks her out, they go on a date, etc. It seems like a lot of people are awkward about this these days and maybe only want to date someone they already know from a group situation. Or is this how it's always been?
Lets Not Get to Know Each Other Better
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/08/fashion/08love.htmlPage 2By JOEL WALKOWSKI
Published: June 8, 2008
A FEW months ago I liked a girl a fairly common occurrence. But being slightly ambitious and drunk, I decided to ask her out on a date.
This was a weird choice, as Im not sure I know anyone who has ever had a real date. Most elect to hang out, hook up, or Skype long-distance relations. The idea of a date (asking in advance, spending rent money on dinner and dealing with the initial awkwardness) is far too concrete and unnecessary. As the adage goes: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Why pay for dinner if you can sit around watching TV? If you stay at home, you hardly even need to stand up, let alone put on a nice shirt.
Despite misgivings, this particular foray felt legitimate, a coming-of-age moment straight out of a John Hughes movie. I had always wanted to go on a real date: flowers, dinner and all that. I thought that maybe in doing so I would feel more like an adult and less like a dumb little boy.
So I called this girl, feeling a little sleazy as I searched for the right words: Hey, um, this is Joel. Do you want to, like, go out? On a date?
O.K., she said uncertainly, no doubt suspicious the whole thing was a joke.
Her positive response did nothing to calm my jitters. Give me a party, a front porch gathering, or a random encounter, and Im comfortable talking to anyone. But this kind of formal planning unnerved me. Riding my bike home, I realized I didnt even know what a real date was, beyond some vague Hollywood notion.
In my 21 years, I have had my share of trysts and one-night stands. Ive been in love. I know it was love because I shamelessly clung to her. I have had my share of ups and downs but have no idea if Im doing the whole love thing right or wrong. We dont tend to define it that way.
In this age of cyberselves, with hookups just a Craigslist ad away, the game has evolved to the point of no rules. Its not the 50s where I can ask some lucky girl to wear my pin and take a ride in daddys car. This change probably benefits me in the end, as Im sure an offer of a ride in my dads Sable would be swiftly rejected.
For my generation, friendship often morphs into a sexual encounter and then reverts to friendship the next day. And its easy as long as you dont put yourself on the line or try too hard. Dont have a prospect? Check Facebook. Afraid to call? Text.
With so many avenues for communication, one might expect an onslaught of romantic soliloquies, but that isnt the case. Casual is sexy. Caring is creepy. You dont want to show your hand, and you certainly dont want to fall in love. At least until you do, and by then its too late.
Planned romance is viewed as nothing more than ambition, so its important that things be allowed to happen naturally. Sex is great, and so are some relationships, but not to the point that they should be actively pursued.
Its hard to even flirt with a girl without feeling obvious and embarrassed, since the greatest displays of cheesiness come from the pursuit, making it disgusting: Oh, you drive a Volvo? Whats that like? Realizing Im flirting, I cringe and do my best to restrain myself. An encounter is best when unsullied by intentions, leaving lust or boredom to take over.
The typical sequence goes like this: Friends meet up at some sort of bonfire or impromptu game of night volleyball. Maybe that girl from your history class is there, and you start to talk. Neither of you has expectations. But just hanging out and swapping stories, laughing a little, creates a spark and the attraction builds, eventually leading to the big wet kiss that changes everything and nothing.
This is the perfect hookup, a pressure-free surprise. With a stranger, everything is new and acceptable. Her quirks are automatically endearing. This first encounter is the perfect place, but where does it lead?
In the best case, nowhere at all. The next time you see her in class, you act the same as you did before, and so does she, except for the knowledge you share that what happened last week might happen again.
If it continues, you have an understanding, physical chemistry and great conversations. You meet two or three times a week for no-strings sex and long-winded philosophical talks.
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