I’m a Southern gal. I’m from Virginia and have lived in Charlotte for more than five years. I call people “sweetie” and “babe” and say “Bless your heart." As a woman in the South, I also expect to be treated like a lady. If a man asks me to dinner, I expect him to foot the bill and open doors and push in chairs along the way. Not everyone, it seems, is in agreement with this Southern way of dating.
A male friend and I were posted up one day at a bar, watching a game, and ventured into a debate that I will never forget. My friend strongly stated that if a guy asks a lady out on a first date, then the lady should at least offer to pay her half. I was floored by my friend’s opinion.
As such, I posted this poll question on Twitter to hear the reactions of others: “If a guy asks a girl to a date, should the girl at least offer to pay for her half?” The majority of the responses agreed with my thinking that a man should always pay for the first date. But there were a few (men) who said that she should at least offer to pay and that just the gesture would say a lot about her character.
Nonetheless, Florida A&M University has released such a study, according to Bangstyle.com.
Researchers were recently going over a past survey of married couples 65 or older, and found that those still engaging in regular sex were overwhelmingly happier with their lives and marriages. The survey polled 238 seniors and was conducted back in 2004 by the Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University. The participating seniors were asked to rate their feelings about their marriage and their lives in general by responding to questions that they either were happy, pretty happy, or not too happy. Upon reviewing these past surveys, the researchers noticed that there was a trend of happiness that related to couples’ sexual activity. Of those that had not had any sexual activity within the last year, 40% said they were very happy with their lives. However, researchers saw ta rise in this number to 60% among the couples that were having sex at least once a month. Similar results were found when couples were asked about their marriage.
Of course sex makes people happy. Look at the science of it: When men and women have sex, endorphin is released into the bloodstream.
Even British researchers agree that sex is good for you — though men get the most benefit.
Recently, I received pictures of my niece from Christmas in Houston. And they got me thinking I remembered how excited she had been about making cookies to leave out for Santa. I thought about her tossing in her sleep with images of fairies and sugar plums dancing in her head, anticipating the next morning to see if shed garnered Santas approval.
That reminded me of how I felt before I learned that Santa wasnt real, and came to realize my parents had lied to me to make me believe in some fairy tale. I was heartbroken.
It then occurred to me: The thought of Santa Claus pisses me off much like the thought of my ex does.
What did Santa ever do to me? He never existed, thats what. Learning that he wasnt real was my first encounter with disappointments with men. And I think Ive been jaded ever since. Because while Santa wasnt the first fat old man to put me down, he certainly wasnt the last.
Two Decembers ago, I learned my boyfriend had another girlfriend and finding out that our relationship wasnt real took me back to that same feeling I had as a kid when I discovered the man I spent my childhood trying to impress was a phony. So are all men phonies?
Why do we project that Christmas hoax on our children? Is it to prepare them for disappointments in life? First comes the Santa discussion, when we ultimately learn that a man can disappoint us. Then theres the birds and the bees talk, when were warned a guy just wants to have sex with us. So what were Santas intentions for spoiling us?
As a child, I put my guard up, from the moment I learned the truth about Santa, and I havent really found a reason to put it back down yet. I fear the deceit of Santa has scarred me from believing that a good man really exists. Are they just figments of our imagination? But then again, toys did always end up beneath the Christmas tree.
Define "dating."
When someone says "I am dating ____ (insert name)," it could mean they are boyfriend-girlfriend, they are going to the movies and out to eat on a consistent basis, they are going home together after the bars, or they're just doing the horizontal hump. Basically, dating could entail anything more than friends without benefits at least.
So what in the hell is dating exactly? Is it how you coin a relationship, or just a PC way of saying "fucking"? Can someone please explain it to me so when I talk about my relations I know how to "DTR" (Define The Relationship) ... because that's hard to do when I can't even define dating.
I wanted to know what you thought dating is defined, so I asked via my Facebook page, and here are some of the responses I got from my request to define dating ...
Have you ever gotten into an airplane with a parachute strapped to your back, only to cling to the side of the plane literally or metaphorically? Or sat in your cubicle browsing the Internet for other jobs in Charlotte, to close out of the Web browser and then fight traffic on 77 to just go home where you feel most comfortable? You know, that feeling you get when you climb to the top of a rock and look down at the water below are you going to jump?
Well, falling in love is a hell of a lot scarier than jumping out of a plane or changing a routine. Philophobia: the fear of falling in love.
Even the most daring and adventurous people play it safe when it comes to love. They date the "Justin Case" the one you keep around merely because theyre not a flight risk. The one that endears your flaws, and puts up with your shit. But love is not a safety plan. You deserve more than a Justin Case, as much as no one deserves to be treated like one.
But you do still need to look before you leap. Just like there's a thin line between being happy and merely content, theres a thin line between naively trying to stay in the game with a player because you think hell change his game in the ninth inning, and being too scared to even go up to bat.
Funny thing is I didnt want to try and keep up with the driver that was honking at me, or challenge the NBA player to a one-on-one that was trying to run game on me. I was too scared by status (and admittedly, also too insecure to compete with other women). So instead, I dated a guy that was 10 years older, pot-bellied, and on the same playing field as me socially and economically because he felt safe. And go figure, hes the one that ended up cheating on me.
Thats the thing about love when you jump, you never know where youre going to land. But you always have the option of landing on your feet.
Dating is like buying a house on the ocean and not getting flood insurance. Theres always a chance that the tide will change and come crashing down on you. But wouldn't you rather build your dream home instead of settling for living alone in a shack with no open doors? You cant buy insurance on a person's loyalty. So why bother trying to make a net before you fall?
Cason-Point: Just effin' jump. And though its good to wear protection, take off the life vest thats covering your heart, and dive in. Fall in love. If someone doesnt catch you, the worst you risk is a broken heart. Repair it, and then get right back up on that platform. Because the real people who have heart and courage are the ones who follow their heart.