Tuesday, February 21, 2006

How to Ask a Lady Out

Pretty Lady had to chastise the Pundit, once upon a time, not so long ago, whilst the Pundit was still single and actively chasing females on Nerve.com. He complained to her, "I get chatting with a woman, and everything seems to be going fine until I give her my phone number. Then things just trail off."

Hello? Pretty Lady was momentarily speechless.

The Pundit, she thought, had little excuse for this. Pretty Lady met the Pundit once upon a time on Nerve.com, in fact, and he was one of the very few gentlemen she accepted into her inner circle. The Pundit is a Real Man, a mature and intelligent soul, and he knows how to treat a lady. The fact that Pretty Lady did not marry him herself in no way reflects upon his qualities as a mate; they simply didn't suit. Like a true gentleman, once his amorous overtures were regretfully declined, he gracefully continued to be her friend and champion, and she in turn was one of the first to embrace his lovely bride. This is how civilized people behave.

This is why she was so shocked. "Once you give them your phone number?" she inquired.

"Yes, I don't want to ask for theirs, lest they think I'm stalking them," the Pundit replied. "That way they can decide whether to call me or not."

Gentlemen, I respect your delicacy, but listen to me: never do that. Please.

The poor Pundit was falling into a trap made of false liberalism. His motives were pure; unfortunately, too many of the motives of those who went before him were not. Thus I had to explain to him what these women already knew; that a man who gives a woman his phone number is generally either 1) insecure, submissive, passive-aggressive and pathetic; or 2) an arrogant user who sows phone numbers as seeds for booty calls. In effect, such a man is saying, "I don't want to get entangled, but if you want sex with no strings, give a buzz and I'll oblige you. If I'm free."

So what's an honest gentleman to do, in this confusing day and age?

The method is very simple. When you meet an attractive lady, either online or in person, get a piece of contact information. This could be a phone number, an email address, a Blackberry text-messaging thingamajiggy, whatever. In our society this cannot anymore be construed as 'stalking'; gracious, anyone who knows Pretty Lady can Google up her entire life story in six seconds. Relax already.

Then you wait a decent period of time. The minimum should be two days, preferably three; the maximum a week and a half. More time and the lady may well have forgotten who you are; less and she will assume you have no life. The only exception to this rule is if you met Pretty Lady on New Years' Eve and are leaving for Ecuador for three months on January 2, and want to be sure she remembers you upon your return. (Craig, darling, the sushi was wonderful.)

When you contact the lady, via phone or email, a few simple rules must be observed. Keep it short, casual and friendly; ask her to do something which will engage her interest but not impart an undue amount of pressure. Invite her for coffee, or biking in the park, or to hear a garage band made up of your own acquaintances. This first meeting is for the purposes of discovering whether the two of you have enough in common to make it through a dinner date. Pretty Lady can attest to the fact that there is nothing more draining than sitting through a two-hour meal with an individual who has not cracked a book since 1987.

On this first short date, do: pay for the coffee. Listen. Ask reasonably intelligent questions. Show up clean, sober and dressed. Depart gracefully after an hour, two at most, twenty minutes if the lady is a psychotic nightmare. Kiss her on the cheek, in a non-invasive way.

Do not: whine. Insist on going dutch. Show up in yesterday's sweat-stained farming clothes. Talk endlessly about yourself without letting her get a word in edgewise. Ignore her cross-legged, tight-lipped body language and offer to jump into her lap. Pretend to be an insane person because you think it is funny. Slobber on her face. (These things have all actually happened to Pretty Lady.)

You cannot possibly get into trouble if you follow these rules. If there is instantly, obviously no chemistry, you have not wasted a lot of time and the price of a meal; if there is, you surge confidently ahead and ask her out for the works. If she's a cool girl and you do not suit, you have made a friend--and girls have friends, too. Since you followed the above rules, you will surely come recommended. At the price of a cup of coffee, this is an incredible bargain.

Coming up next: How to Ask a Gentleman Out (or not).

5 comments:

The Aardvark said...

I was beginning to be concerned. Glad you are back.

This is well done, wonderfully practical and should be broadcast from the rooftops. Fact is, I'm a-gonna link to this. Frankly, I am glad to be past the need for dating- beyond the occasional Occasion with the Dread Dormomoo. But I do behave as you counsel, and rarely slobber.

"(These things have all actually happened to Pretty Lady.)" You should write a book! I'd buy the thing.

prettylady said...

Thank you, my dear, for your kind concern. Not only did Pretty Lady have the flu, but she is self-employed and had a rash of clients which she could not afford to turn down. One hopes the worst is past.

As for a book--you've no idea. It shall happen when the time is upon us.

Morris said...

"Like a true gentleman, once his amorous overtures were regretfully declined, he gracefully continued to be her friend and champion"

I definitely agree with that approach. I don't know whether it's being a gentleman or not, but it never made sense to me to 'throw the baby out with the bath water'. Over 25 yrs ago I was in love with a lady who never felt the same as me. Yet I never felt rejected and we went on to become the best of friends. We are now even closer than ever. It just never made sense to me to let pride get in the way of what I sensed would be a good friendship.

WhatsAPundit said...

As the suitor referenced in the post, I would like to suggest something to the ladies: Make the rules a bit less obscure. For instance, when a guy pulls a bone-headed stunt like I did, maybe the girl should say to the guy "My, that was a bone-headed move. Are you a jerk by choice or by accident?" A girl could learn a lot about a guy from how he responds to that.

I know, I know, making The Rules less obscure decreases the mystery, but there's the "what does she mean by that shy smile" mystery, then there's the "why did she slap me with that fish" mystery. One is much more alluring than the other. Plus, good guys inadvertently hit by the fish go away, and apparently good guys are hard to come by. (And no, I’m not contradicting myself; the example question above is more the "fiery-tempered lass tests the mettle of the man" response. We LIKES fiery-tempered lasses.)

Anonymous said...

All of these "don't do this" items have happened to me, too. Most recently, I had a jerk who wouldn't let me talk, other than to ask me what I had done that day. He responded by insulting me. Though, I'm pretty sure he was too thick to realize it.


also do not create a small photo album in your wallet of your nieces and nephews... lie especially when she will know you are lying like about your height or about something that is common enough knowledge, call her fat-even if you think you're being cute... try to pressure her into going back to your place after a first date (good way to ruin a date that had gone well)....

Oh, yeah and re: going dutch... if you tell me "other girls go dutch with you" I'm just annoyed and assume you aren't REALLY interested.