There’s another issue here: we’ve removed third parties from the dating process
Modern women are “independent grown ups”. They don’t need their father or brothers (or uncles or other male friends) supervising the process
What this misses is that those men were involved primarily to protect young women - from themselves & from men who would take advantage of them
My advice to women would be “get off the dating apps”. Instead, find men that you know, trust & admire and ask them to match-make for you. It might take them a few tries to get the right guy, but any man that cares for you would be glad to help
Huh? Rejection is the easiest part of dating! So simple and fulfilling to write off with sour grapes.
The hardest part is learning too late that you ignored a red flag.
“Sorry, Babe, but I didn’t recognize that your proclivity for hitting your Italian Greyhound with a rolled-up Chicago Tribune would transfer to the side of your fiancé’s noggin with a pint glass.”
This isn't really a gendered thing. A woman broke my nose, and stalked me for months because I rejected her. Everyone could do with more emotional control.
There’s another issue here: we’ve removed third parties from the dating process
Modern women are “independent grown ups”. They don’t need their father or brothers (or uncles or other male friends) supervising the process
What this misses is that those men were involved primarily to protect young women - from themselves & from men who would take advantage of them
My advice to women would be “get off the dating apps”. Instead, find men that you know, trust & admire and ask them to match-make for you. It might take them a few tries to get the right guy, but any man that cares for you would be glad to help
Solid point, they’d be removed the middle man out the process for potential creeps to go unchecked.
Huh? Rejection is the easiest part of dating! So simple and fulfilling to write off with sour grapes.
The hardest part is learning too late that you ignored a red flag.
“Sorry, Babe, but I didn’t recognize that your proclivity for hitting your Italian Greyhound with a rolled-up Chicago Tribune would transfer to the side of your fiancé’s noggin with a pint glass.”
This isn't really a gendered thing. A woman broke my nose, and stalked me for months because I rejected her. Everyone could do with more emotional control.