dzheremi
Coptic Orthodox non-Egyptian
- Aug 27, 2014
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it is kind of sad though, that there's no way to approach a woman without it being creepy/weird. In the old days, our parents met their partners cold turkey.
Maybe some did. My dad met my mom in the late 60s/early 70s because they were both in local rock bands and my dad signed on as my mom's band's manager and then just so happened to steal her away from the "total dweeb" she had been dating (my dad's words). Not exactly a cold opener, and pretty sneaky and underhanded if ya ask me. But hey, I'm for anything that keeps me from being the son of a nerd.
My dad approached my mom, a total stranger, on the beach. Today, you'd get the brush off or there's an automatic creepy vibe the moment you approach them. So men don't approach.
There are certainly women out there who think that the only reason any man ever talks to them is because they want something out of it...I'm assuming because for these women, it seems like the only time a man ever talks to them is because they want something out of it.
But is it like that with every woman you meet? Cos if it were like that around here, I'd start to ask myself if it's me. But most women are just out, doing whatever it is they do every day, so I have a hard time imagining that most daily interactions of random strangers are all that fraught with peril. Maybe I'm out of touch, though, or maybe it makes a difference that most of our interactions in society are mediated commercially (especially for, e.g., service industry personnel like waitresses, who in essence have to play nice with lots of creeps they don't like, which often causes problems of this kind). I don't know. I just have a hard time imagining that the creepy vibe is really all that automatic.
I guess it's all about when is the right time to approach.
Indeed. I would suggest finding some total dweeb to beat up at the beach. That always worked for the bullies in the old cartoons, assuming their dweeby prey didn't have the guts to risk a whole stamp on a free, life-changing book from the one and only epitome of manliness, Charles Atlas.
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