Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:....
Let it be known that you're a busy person with a life, and a woman you just met days ago isn't your top priority. You're more interested in just making sure she's worth YOUR time, not whether she'll go to you with a restaurant where you're going to drop $150. The fact is, most of the women you'll meet aren't compatible with you. And even if there's some chemistry up front, after a short time it's gone. It's hard to meet someone you truly match with.....
This is an interesting statement. Essentially -- and this is something that a lot of people have, sadly, forgotten -- you usually don't know a person is "the one" after a short period of time. There is or at least there
should be a getting to know the other person part of the process.
Exclusivity should be a gift given only to people who deserve it. Frankly, if someone threw a ton of money on the table for a first or second or third date, I'd find it suspect and creepy.
One thing that has happened since the 60s or so, since cheap, available birth control, since single parenthood and divorce became more acceptable, since it became easier to be single longer in life, is that people seem to skip the first few dates deal-e-o and head straight to Commitment City in one fell swoop. And then they wonder why it doesn't work out, or why they are attracted to someone else, or why they're getting a divorce early or whatever.
I see a lot of teens coming to A2K and they are all angsty (which is what teens are naturally) about people who they are in relationships with, or want to be or used to be, in relationships with, and they talk about how they "love" them. No, you don't love that person. Chances are extremely good that you do not. Infatuated? Sure. Like very much? Probably. But love? No, probably not (not to say it's not possible). Most people at that stage of existence have little understanding of who or what they are.
And saying you love someone should be something that's nurtured and important and something that takes a while to happen. Something that you are more sure of.
But here we are, modern people, and we leap into bed with each other quickly. And a lot of people confuse that with love or at least with a relationship or even a friendship.
Going from zero to sixty in five seconds is a surefire recipe for heartache. Unless you know you're going to die tomorrow, what's the rush? Sure, if you want to have sex, have sex, but take all necessary precautions and don't confuse it with love or relationships if there's no background to it. And the same is true about the big time date before it's time. I'm not saying that people should not treat one another well (they should!), and I don't believe that that's Slappy's position, either. Rather,
special stuff should be for special people, not someone you just met.
When I was doing the Personals scene (several months before I met RP), a few guys brought flowers to the first date. And it was weird. One of the things I asked in my personal ad was, "What would we do on our second date?" This is because I wanted to gauge how men would behave after knowing that very basic compatibility issues were overcome (e. g. I have some attraction to this person, we can have a conversation of more than three words, they're pleasant to be around) and without the big hump of trying to go all out to knock out impress someone. And most people cannot figure that out! It's always dinner and a movie, dinner and a movie. Few people have true creativity in this area. This is a skill that a lot of folks just don't have. But at least it was just dinner and a movie. I would never, ever expect to be wined and dined at the most expensive place, or taken on a vacation, or given something expensive for a first or second date. I'd think you were trying to buy me.
When RP and I met, it was sweet and we got along well. And he did not bring me flowers, and all we did was go out to dinner. But we also talked a lot, and found it was easy. Compatibility that's easy and unforced is just that -- it's the very definition of compatibility. He did not need to buy my affections, and if he had tried, we would not have ended up together.