Sure, the $5 menu of the Burger King's down the block had somewhat of an appeal, but c'mon this wasn't High School anymore and hanging spots needed to show just that.
The College dating experience had to reflect some kind of maturity.
The value menu would have to wait until after the "get-to-know-one-another" phase to entertain outings way down the road.
In the meantime, the guy or the gal chipped-in indiscriminately. Funny how College students are more likely to quickly go dutch? Also funny how more laid back their approach is to this almost always awkward part of the whole dating deal?
Fast forward to the thirties, after a decade or so, of ensuring all aspects of life have upgraded from the meager cows of yesteryears. Is scrambling for cash to make a date happen, an acceptable option?
Broke or Cheap? Which of the two should get a pass or get the ax? What difference does it even make?
It is only important to note because, the understanding, at least in America, is this tacit little pact that men --who supposedly have inherited the purveyor cap-- should be the ones to pony up. At best, on the first date, if not, during the whole courtship phase. You know? Before coupledom is officially called and the damsels can relax about the gentleman's capabilities and pick up the tab too?
The College dating experience had to reflect some kind of maturity.
The value menu would have to wait until after the "get-to-know-one-another" phase to entertain outings way down the road.
In the meantime, the guy or the gal chipped-in indiscriminately. Funny how College students are more likely to quickly go dutch? Also funny how more laid back their approach is to this almost always awkward part of the whole dating deal?
Fast forward to the thirties, after a decade or so, of ensuring all aspects of life have upgraded from the meager cows of yesteryears. Is scrambling for cash to make a date happen, an acceptable option?
Broke or Cheap? Which of the two should get a pass or get the ax? What difference does it even make?
It is only important to note because, the understanding, at least in America, is this tacit little pact that men --who supposedly have inherited the purveyor cap-- should be the ones to pony up. At best, on the first date, if not, during the whole courtship phase. You know? Before coupledom is officially called and the damsels can relax about the gentleman's capabilities and pick up the tab too?
I was trying to make some (very conservative, trust me... ) plans over the phone with my friend Sophie and the conversation rapidly digressed to the subject of the man she is currently seeing, and how puzzled each date with him leaves her.
It's not the first time I hear about this man's bizarreries, and by now frankly I don't know what to make of Sophie's accounts of them either.
I must say I relish hearing about how their dates went and when she calls my opinion into the conversation, I'll even give a sugar-coated version of it. Well, I don't know about you but I'd hate to be the shrew who descends on a potential budding relationship making harsh statements about someone I have never met, and whose "major problem" seems to be the fine line his date, my friend, can't figure between him being broke or just plain cheap.
It's not the first time I hear about this man's bizarreries, and by now frankly I don't know what to make of Sophie's accounts of them either.
I must say I relish hearing about how their dates went and when she calls my opinion into the conversation, I'll even give a sugar-coated version of it. Well, I don't know about you but I'd hate to be the shrew who descends on a potential budding relationship making harsh statements about someone I have never met, and whose "major problem" seems to be the fine line his date, my friend, can't figure between him being broke or just plain cheap.
From my understanding, this is where the problem lies:
"The guy isn't paying without a sweat".
In other words, it is too painfully obvious how deep he has to reach into his pocket to make a date with Sophie happen.
Not that any of those outings are that fearfully fancy anyway.
Middle of the road diner/brasserie on the first date when her offer to go dutch was kindly declined by the freshly met guy.
Movies on the second date, there again attempt at paying for herself was denied which prompted her to book their next movies directly online; however, plans got cancelled because he "allegedly" didn't get the text invitation and her voice message until later that day.
Getting to know that guy seemed to be at first an exciting process as Sophie told me about being treated to a nice little pic-nic in the park all orchestrated by him. She soon after, mentioned this romantic dinner he wanted to cook for her at his place, of course, I couldn't help but point to the laws of logics that would have her technically closer to a bed than any other spot they'd hung out before... and she was cool with that. She was actually curious to see. She had been wondering about this cozy place this guy had been telling her he owned. After all, he was pushing forty and even though he claimed he was on a voluntary yearly self-granted 3 months hiatus from his show/film director work, it would make sense that he would be financially established enough to own a property. Hell! Even afford to grant himself a break from the daily grind. Right?
- Rrright.
Not that any of those outings are that fearfully fancy anyway.
Middle of the road diner/brasserie on the first date when her offer to go dutch was kindly declined by the freshly met guy.
Movies on the second date, there again attempt at paying for herself was denied which prompted her to book their next movies directly online; however, plans got cancelled because he "allegedly" didn't get the text invitation and her voice message until later that day.
Getting to know that guy seemed to be at first an exciting process as Sophie told me about being treated to a nice little pic-nic in the park all orchestrated by him. She soon after, mentioned this romantic dinner he wanted to cook for her at his place, of course, I couldn't help but point to the laws of logics that would have her technically closer to a bed than any other spot they'd hung out before... and she was cool with that. She was actually curious to see. She had been wondering about this cozy place this guy had been telling her he owned. After all, he was pushing forty and even though he claimed he was on a voluntary yearly self-granted 3 months hiatus from his show/film director work, it would make sense that he would be financially established enough to own a property. Hell! Even afford to grant himself a break from the daily grind. Right?
- Rrright.
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