There’s a show from the 60s and 70s that involved contestants answering questions in hopes of being picked on a date with the woman they’re responding to. The show’s premise is simple. Have her sit on one side of the wall, away from being seen as the men on the other side try to be smooth with their responses. It’s fun, a bit comical, and condenses complex cues and non-verbal behaviors for the sake of entertainment. It is indeed, a game of love — if you can call finding love through television appropriate. I love it.
Dating in the modern era is met with a few challenges. Hook up culture is everywhere and I feel most women I’ve met or interacted with have an unhealthy obsession with social media. There’s a need to show off to hundreds of your not so closest friends just where you’re eating, what you’re eating, and where the night takes you. It’s odd, very disconnecting to the other party, and feels off. Everyone wants to connect at any level, which means honesty hangs on a thin line. It’s disastrous and a let down come the third or fourth date.
I’m sure everyone who puts himself out there has few weird vibes about the person they’re seeing. I’d ask my male friends, but their opinions are skewed towards the typical male perspective.
“Bruh. But did you smash?”
I get nowhere with them, but luckily I’m close to a few other women whom I’ve known for several years. I tend to ask for their opinion above all and if they’re inclined to tell me to make a run for it, I’d do it. I’m thankful they’re looking out. All things considered, when you find yourself thrust into the rose colored world of love and feelings, you tend to overlook the obvious and down right ‘no’. I’ve avoided a few downward spirals and relationships built on falsehoods because of them. To say I’m lucky is an understatement.
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. But maybe third times the charm? Later world.