“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”RenĂ© Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke







Monday, February 23, 2015

Is It Alright for a Woman to Ask a Man Out On a Date?

I’ve always had this feeling that it wouldn’t be okay for me to ask any guy that I liked out for a date. Calling all other women out there—do you relate? There’s a lot of talk going on about whether or not a woman should ask a man out or not. I think the common conservative Christian response is “no, they shouldn’t”. Or they say something like, “Women can make the first move by dropping hints that they’re interested. Make sure they know in subtle ways, and in that way you make the first move. But don’t directly ask the guy out.” Ahem! Well, upon thinking about it now, you know what I think that this is saying to women? Don’t be directly honest. Being honest is too forward for women, so don’t do it. As a woman your place is to be cunning and manipulative. Just…nothing too forward like being honest.

I’ve also had worries that if I were to ask a guy out on a date which resulted in a relationship, how would I ever know if the guy actually really liked me? I mean, would he have ever made a move? Would he have found me enticing enough to do that? Well, you know what I think of those worries now? I think they come from a social construct floating around that men are difficult to keep interested and that it’s the job of the woman in the relationship to keep the man interested. There’s a stupid lie floating around that somehow, women always want the relationship more than the man. I don’t think that’s necessarily true. And if it is, that’s not the way it should be, so why are we endorsing that idea? Why are we saying that this is just how men are?

I’ve also noticed that whenever I like a guy and I finally get up the guts to tell him that I liked him after adoring him for years (Heavens, I wish I had just asked him out casually from the start), nobody questions why the guy turned me down and said he didn’t like me, and they don’t expect him to have a reason. But in the reverse, whenever a guy likes me and I don’t like him, it’s a totally different story. “I think you should give him a chance.” “He just likes you so much.” “You guys would be so cute together.” “Why don’t you like him?” “I think you’re a commitment-phobe.”  Can I ask something? Why am I expected to give an account and a good reason for my decisions when the guys I’ve known and liked weren’t required to? A simple “I’m just not attracted” is an acceptable answer for a man to give, but not for me, a woman? Now don’t get me wrong, I hate it when people say, “I just don’t feel it” without having some sort of reason, or without giving someone a chance. At least have a reason. (See one of my previous posts “TheRules of Attraction”). What bothers me is the inequality. What bothers me is the assumption that somehow all the attraction between people should be in the hands of the men. I hate the strongly-held idea that a woman is more likely to just fall in love by getting to know someone so they should just give guys a chance. Why? Can’t this happen to a man too? If we perceive immediate dismissal from a woman as shallow, if it truly is so shallow, then why do we let men get away with acting that way? I think maybe there is something to be said about initial attraction, but do you see the inequality in treatment towards women here? Do you see how we hold women to a higher, less shallow standard in this sense?

Why do we feel that it’s more important for a guy to feel an initial attraction than it is for a woman? Is it because we feel men are much more easily drawn to infidelity than women, so we better make sure as much as possible from the beginning that he thinks we’re the sexiest, most attractive woman on earth? I mean, it’s important to know you’re attractive in your spouse’s eyes, yes. But why are we acting as if men are the more shallow, less brainy ones; the ones more swayed by appearance? How sad. And if that truly is the way men act, why are we accepting it, instead of fighting it? Why do we act as if men are the ones that should be, and can be manipulated? Men, regardless of what society tells you, having a woman attempt to seduce you does not make you any more of a man. I’m sorry people have lied to you. And women, being able to seduce a man does not make you any more of a desirable woman. I’m sorry people have lied to you.

I was in a bar once sometime last month, and a guy I know told me that if I wanted a guy to come talk to me, all I needed to do was give him a nonchalant stare, and he’d be by my side in a heart-beat. He said that women have all the power. I laughed. Later, I glanced at a man I thought was attractive. Just glanced, nonchalantly. His friend noticed and whispered to him. They both started laughing, and the guy turned away and shielded his face. Ouch. Big ouch. So much for all the power being in my hands. Obviously, such a rude man would not be someone I would hope to attract anyway. I’m sure maybe there are some women that seem to attract all the men somehow, and I’m not really one of them. But the point is, by claiming that women have the power to manipulate men, we’re not only calling women manipulators, we’re also claiming that men are and should be incapable of refusing to be manipulated.

That being said, do we want our husbands to be capable of refusing other women? Do we want them to act with strength enough to be loyal to us? Then perhaps we should stop portraying men as so weak. You know what I think? I think this idea that men should be the first to ask a woman on a date is an attempt to instill some sort of power and strength back into the men in our community. But I think it’s a failed attempt, because it doesn’t really deal with the deeper issue. What we’re trying to do is bring security to everyone by making this rule. We’re trying to find some sort of way that we might be able to grab a good partner and know that we can trust them. But personally, I don’t think manipulation is really the route to take if you’re seeking an honest, secure relationship.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying don’t flirt. I like flirting as much as the next person, though I don’t feel I’ve done it in quite some time. Unfortunately for me, I tend to have a problem with only being confident enough to flirt with the men I’m not actually interested in dating, and run away terrified from the men I actually am interested in. Now that’s what I call not being honest. It’s something I think I stopped doing some time ago, and I’m determined not to get back into the habit of doing it. It just causes a lot of confusion, and I feel like it lacks integrity. I don't really want to be known as that incurable flirt. By trying to eliminate manipulation, I’m not saying don’t ever flirt or show you’re interested. I’m simply calling women and men to be honest with each other and stop making the relationship, or the question of a potential relationship, a guessing game.


If we want men and women to both have healthy power, let’s stop expecting men to want to be seduced. Let’s stop expecting women to be seductresses. Stop treating men like they’re weak-willed and worldly, like they have no ability to say “no”. And stop treating women like they need a man to tell them if they're attracted or not. There is nothing wrong with an honest straight-forward woman who can say when they’re interested and when they’re not. Let’s all be honest.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Almost...It's Coming...Maybe...Nope.

Did I ever tell you about that guy who I know but I shouldn’t know who doesn’t know me, and who I don’t really know I just know way more about him than I should by no fault of mine or anyone else? And who, if I ever actually met him in person, would probably call the cops and report me as a stalker? No? Well, have a seat.

It all started one splendid fall evening back in 201l when I was invited to go to a Bible study churchy thingy-ma-jigger for young adults out of town in the middle of nowhere of the U.S.of A. So I went. It was a pretty night with a full moon shining brightly above the trees. My fanny-pack zipper glistened in the light of it and the stars shone upon my white leggings making me one of them. (Don’t worry, I was wearing shorts too.) My pig-tail braids completed the effect and gave me the full confidence while walking into the building that…  “Aw dang it! That guy’s attractive!” I thought. He was very much attractive in some sort of olive-green vest. I had never seen him before, neither had my friend, and I didn’t expect to see him again. I left without meeting him.

Anticlimactic.

And then…

About a week later, I was looking at the Facebook page of a small-group-ish thing I had been attending when I noticed the profile picture of one of the members. An attractive young man…“Wait…what?” It was him. The same dude. I discovered his name which was a bit unusual, but I liked it. I hadn’t seen him at the small group and never did after that. I didn’t know him so I didn’t friend request him.

Anticlimactic.

And then…

A few weeks later, my friends asked me to go swing dancing with them one night at some swing dancing club of sorts. So I went. For the first time, I wore my totally flattering black gaucho pants. Back in elementary school when they were popular, I begged my mom for them and she refused to buy me any. So I ordered myself a pair as an adult, and wore them when everyone wished I wouldn’t. As I stood there in line, feeling that stretchy material cling to my butt while the rest of it floated around my legs, I was totally confident that the dazzling whirling of my pants would...“Aw CRAP!” And there that man was again. I didn’t know how to dance. At all. He clearly did, and he looked quite snazzy in his button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up…well his arms were a little hairy. Not a little, a lot. That’s the night my friends started teasing me about “monkey man” which is what they decided to nickname him behind his back. But I’d forgive him the hair for that angelic face. That nose; what a nice nose.

It was apparently the custom to line up with all backs to the walls, men on one side of the room and women on the other side. The men would come and ask the women to dance. At one point, that guy stood directly across the room from me and made eye contact. I thought he was going to come to me. I sensed it; I freaked out! I shifted nervously and looked away and didn’t look back. It probably appeared like I was going to cry or have a panic attack. I sighed in relief when he didn’t pick me, though with a tiny prick of disappointment. Needless to say, he didn’t ask me to dance at all that night, though I did catch him looking at me a couple times. I also never talked to him…

Anticlimactic.

And then…

The next day, at the last minute, my friends told me that they had a couple extra tickets to the local symphony. It was assigned seating. I decided, why not? I brought my 9-year-old sister with me, and I met them there. It was dark when we walked in but we managed to find our seats, though we sat a couple seats to the left because someone was in our spot. In between songs, my friends came and sat with us since not all the seats even further left were full. One of my friends then turned my attention to one of the seats right in front of me. I looked more closely. No way. It was him. That’s utterly ridiculous, I thought. But, of course, I wasn’t too annoyed… until she directed my attention to his date. Lame.  Eventually the performance ended, and the lights turned on. He seemed to recognize us because on the way out, he shook our hands (or high fived us, I don’t exactly remember), smiled, and made his way out.
Anticlimactic.

And then

I moved to Canada for school at the end of that month. A year later, while still in Canada, I decided to create an E-Harmony (a dating site, in case you didn’t know) account for my own curiosity’s sake. I didn’t pay any money so I couldn’t actually communicate with anyone or see their picture, but they still matched me with people. At first I had the distance settings for close proximity to where I lived in Canada. Not generating many results, I changed the settings for all over the United States and Canada just to see what would happen. The first name to pop up was a more unique and interesting one that I rather liked. By this point, I had totally forgotten about that hot guy I had kept running into. It was the distant past. So I scrolled through the names as they appeared and read different profiles. I noticed that the guy with the interesting name lived near where I had lived before moving. I started to read more…swing-dancing…and then it all clicked! No FREAKING WAY!! There was just no way…

I went back to Facebook and looked up the guy. The unique first name and a few mutual friends made it easy to find him. I compared what info I could. Without a picture, there was no way I could say for sure…but I’m pretty sure, almost positive, in fact, pretty positive it was the guy. Considering the size of the area compared to the ethnic population percentages, the rarity of the name, the sameness of information… it had to be the guy. I laughed like a maniac. Out of two whole countries of men to choose from, they chose that guy?! I mean the coincidences just astounded me! I didn’t even tell E-Harmony I was American or that I had lived in that area! But of course, without a subscription, there would be no talking to him. So I forgot about him again.

Anticlimactic.

And then

Today. Looking through my newsfeed on Facebook, I came across a photography page connected to someone I know, clicked on the link, only to be led to a wedding photo of…who? You guessed it! So I was left here pondering all the “what ifs” and all the ridiculously crazy coincidences and trying to understand why. Nothing new for me, of course.

Anticlimactic.

And then

For once in my life, rather than ridiculously worrying about the fact that I might have just ruined my “destiny” (in the moments when I want to believe in that) by letting my potential soul-mate just totally slip through my fingers, and wondering why there were so many coincidences if it wasn’t meant to lead anywhere, I decided just to continue to laugh like I already had been anyway. It’s just enough to laugh. It’s just funny. These things add flavor to life. They make life interesting. It gave me a fun story to tell. That’s not so anticlimactic. For me, anyway.

With my luck, that mysteriously not so mysterious man is going to read this post and comment, and I’ll be uberly embarrassed. Bring it. It’ll add to the story. Though he probably won’t know if it’s about him. If he does, I apologize if he didn’t want to admit to his friends that he had an E-Harmony account. Is that where you met your wife? Psh, why would you have an E-Harmony account anyway? You’re so young and attractive…I mean, that's for old people who strike out...right? I wouldn't do it...hehehe. And also sorry for the nick-name made up by my friends. But don’t worry, I’m sure your wife thinks you’re hot. This is where I say a hearty congrats to the man I accidentally stalked and still don’t know, and who probably doesn’t remember that I exist.


Congratulations, man! Truly! Perhaps I’ll see you again one day? Coincidentally?