Life In The Fast Wane
Recently, I “met” a woman online and asked her out. At her
suggestion, our first date was a day at an amusement park. (I was a little
wary of spending a whole day with a stranger, but thought, “Why
not?”) We had a great time and seemed to connect well. The next
evening, she invited me to her father’s birthday. I felt uneasy
about meeting the family so soon, but the party turned out to be fun.
The next day, she was cold and distant. When I asked why, she explained
that she has a tendency to get involved too quickly, and said she thought
we needed to slow down. I really like her, but I don't want to push her
away by being either too persistent or too indifferent. How can I strike
At this rate, you’ll be going through an acrimonious divorce on the fourth date: “I gave you some of the best minutes of my life!”
Now, here’s a discerning woman. All she has to know about a guy before she spends the day hurtling upside down a hundred feet in the air with him is that he has access to a telephone and the Internet. Sure, this describes you -- and any number of guys doing time for a smorgasbord of violent felonies. Who’d she bring to daddy’s last birthday, a guy she picked up at a bar on the way over? Him: “It’s good to meet new people. Don’t see many of the old gang anymore.” (Yeah, and maybe that’s because those who haven’t moved and unlisted their numbers are encased in cement under his porch.)
Odds are you’re a serial monogamist, not a serial killer. But, safety issues aside, a blind date with the wrong person can make 20 minutes fly by like eternal damnation. (Is there anybody over 14 who isn’t hip to this?) Clearly, this woman had a more pressing concern; say, desperately seeking a quick hit of romance under the guise of looking for a relationship -- while conveniently eliminating the possibility of getting into one. Well, that’s one thought that might cross your mind when a woman seems like she’d have no problem dialing random phone numbers and asking, “Hey, if you aren’t doing anything this afternoon, will you marry me?”
Big surprise: She admits to a “tendency” to get involved too quickly. Hilariously, she suggests “we” slow down, as if “we” had anything to do with the likes of meeting Daddy on the second date. Consider yourself lucky that she didn’t demand you spend your first date moving in together -- especially in light of your apparent tendency to say yes to any activity short of being boiled in used French fry oil in a cauldron built for two. Just wondering, but at what point does the thought, “Psycho! Flee!” meander into your head? (Um…now would be a good time.)
Maybe you’re desperate for love, but if you act like it, it’s never going to end well. When a woman sets an agenda that sounds more like an Olympic endurance event than a get-to-know-you session, don’t just bob your head; insist on dialing it back to drinks. In food terms, a first date should be an hors d’oeuvre: some tiny bacon-wrapped morsel that leaves you wanting more -- as opposed to a drowning in a vat of all-you-can-eat chili. While savoring the moment, your ultimate goal should be discovering those details about your companion that might have a bearing on your future with her; for example, the likelihood that her longest relationship lasted five days -- if you include time spent stuck in traffic.
Copyright ©2004, Amy Alkon, from her syndicated column, "The Advice Goddess," which appears in over 100 papers across the U.S. and Canada. All rights reserved.