We are living today where the concept of “dating” changes its definition with each day and slightest movement of latitude (or longitude). But some things die hard (or don’t die at all). And expectations and assumptions mostly originating from the “Y” chromosome have been seen to have common grounds everywhere. Notions have been passed on from time to time (or generation to generation), one can even blame the media for that matter, but what results today is the idea that these “men” or whatever you wanna call them, take their other half (of course the better halves) for granted.
Ask any scientist (male scientists if they are more credible), or even Google uncle sitting somewhere and guiding everyone who believes in it’s strings blindly, but the fact still remains that the only damn thing that is different between the two creatures (supposedly from 2 different planets) is a bit of chemical play here and there. A hormone is what I am talking about, and that’s all what it takes to keep the 2 sexes apart. And here we are, revolving all our life and ethics (or morals) and so called unsaid rules and regulations around it. Ever thought why it is so easy nowadays to get a sex change done. The only major complication I could think of is at the mental level. It’s all in the mind, and that’s something hard to change. Years gone by, the stars changed their orientation, I am sad that the sun might stop burning one day, but these men still refuse to evolve.
Guy: “Baby, I am tired, can you drive for a while?”
Girl: “Sure honey. I always carry my license.
2 years down the line, some software engineering job gets him a good deal for a car loan(assuming his bank is still surviving). There he drives his prized BMW now. Thank the guy sure, every time he offers to pick you up and sport his pride. How can you forget he was kind enough to come on time (at least for your first date). Oh, also be thankful again, he will never be too tired to drive anymore.
So where are we going today? Often mis-quoted as, “where are you taking me”. Ok let me introduce my “X” and “Y” symbols here, and here is an excerpt from their dialogue. I’ll start again. Since X and Y are strikingly obvious, let me specify I can’t just recite without my comments, so that’s “ME”
X: where are we going today?
Y: Anywhere you want..
Me: (for Y what he just assumed to have said) I will take you wherever you want, my princess.
Me: (for X, poor thing can’t say it aloud) okay, I will pick again, you didn’t get a chance to pick a nice place. I am sorry I forgot, you had gone for a carwash.
X: lets go to that place where my friend went last week. I have heard it’s really nice.
Y: Why do you have to go there? It’s so far. You just want to go because your stupid friend went. Does she even have a taste?
X: Okay then how about the other one we went last month? The food was good.
Y: Ya that was fine. I only took you there, but there were not enough parking spaces available that day. Lets go to this Italian restaurant in the next block. It had some good reviews online.
X: I don’t like eating junk everyday. But…. Well okay. Lets go there only. I liked the music there.
Y: Cool. Lets go.
Me: As they reach their destination, he will be there to open the door even before she grabs her purse to get out. He aced his lessons on etiquettes and chivalry. But the secret message being, DO NOT bang the door too hard (its his new car after all).
I have only managed to reach the restaurant so far. Do I need to go further? Okay, jumping to the end… I know everyone around is wondering if they did end up sleeping together that day (night). The guy bought her drinks after all. But well, it’s all a part of the guessing game where one is left to wonder and can never be sure. (Sorry I forgot, if the girl is hot, it might be the headlines before she even reaches home). Else, we might not ever know. Just like our Mr. Y, who spent all evening (and pre-evening) trying to guess, “will this be my lucky day”?
Women love to be pampered. Don’t you? So where is the difference? Don’t you prefer she makes the drink for you once in a while? Rest of the times, you have this chivalry that prevents you to ask. 10 out of 10 times, she won’t walk out of the restaurant if you didn’t pull a chair for her, if you hadn’t opened the car door for her or if you had not ordered what she wanted you to try. She would also sit and munch quietly, even though she hated “your favorite” dish you ordered for her. So show me one difference. Why again do we need etiquettes? Think again if the table manners were coming because you “felt” so, or just because you had read it in the long list of tips on “how to woo a woman”. Those tips don’t work (as well as they claim to). Simply because they also told you (or told you to assume), what would happen next. Sadly enough, the only result: these last two posts….