(Out)fit To Be Tied…Up
October 30th, 2009I’m glad you’re back in the game… dating agrees with you. Well, dating a good guy more than once, agrees with you, anyway. Sometimes I envy your willingness to strap on your heels, dab on some perfume and plunge into a meal with a man who could turn out to be anybody, from The Oklahoma City Bomber to your future husband.
I actually had a date recently, but you know how philosophically opposed to dating I am in general. If it comes down to a choice between my boxers, my couch and a basketball game or making small talk with another man’s leftovers, please hand me the remote.
I gotta give this guy credit… having the moxie to ask you to come over and watch the ballgame when he’s never taken you out is a bold move. I can almost imagine what was going through his mind:
“The last thing I feel like doing tonight is taking a date to another Italian restaurant.”
“She was cool though, and pretty sexy… I don’t want to just blow her off.”
“I also don’t want to change clothes, give myself a pep talk and leave my house.”
“Maybe she won’t mind coming over here for dinner and the ballgame instead of going out.”
“Who am I kidding? No way will she want to do that. She doesn’t even know me.”
Good for him for winning his internal debate and asking you to simply come over and hang.
Good for you for being cool enough to say yes.
As for the outfit crisis, I wouldn’t know what to say about that – I’m a dude, remember? We don’t think about that shit. But I certainly know what to say about a good-looking woman feeling she looks her best while bent over my couch… I would say that she’s probably right. No, I would say that she’s definitely right.
The truth is, I’d much rather a woman come to my house instead of taking her out. It’s not the money; between the fresh fish, the wine and the appetizers, the money spent is basically the same. It’s not the sex; just because I ask a woman to come over doesn’t mean I’m planning on having sex with her… it doesn’t even mean I want to have sex with her. It just means that I’d rather we kick off our shoes and put on some music for this date than double-check our outfits and hit the ATM.
Good for you for letting him kiss you… and for kissing him back.
She’s back!
