Little Bunny: dr. eve can you give me some dating tips
Dr. Eve: yes
LIttle Bunny: like good conversation things and such
Little Bunny: on your blog
Dr. Eve: yes.
Little Bunny: but specifically for my age range please
Little Bunny: AND maybe tell me how to find a summer fling
Little Bunny: many thanks, Little Bunny
Dear Little Bunny,
You've come to the right place. In fact, you've come to the only place. The dating advice space is littered with would-be "experts" dispensing so-called "guidance" to wannabe "daters" about their alleged "problems" with their imaginary "boyfriends." Don't believe the hype! I'm the only game in town. Now, on to your query.
1. Good Conversation Things And Such
LB, you already have a wealth of discussion topics at your fuzzy little pawtips. No subject is too banal if you apply a patina of highbrow discourse to it. It's called putting your fancy college education to good use. Example:
Instead of: "I simply refuse to miss a single episode of The Bachelorette." (translates to: I'm shallow and unashamed to admit it)
Say: "The fact that by calling something 'reality TV' we've actually altered our sense of what constitutes reality sort of puts me in mind of Baudrillard's simulacrum, you know?" (translates to: I'm shallow and unashamed to admit it and that makes me postmodern and brilliant)
See how that works?
More importantly, though, remember that men like to be asked questions and have others show an interest in them. Ask them about themselves and answer their answers with seemingly insightful follow-up questions interwoven with compliments. For example:
You: So, what did you major in?
Him: Poli-Ec.
You: Wow, really? You must be really smart. Of all the abbreviated hybrid majors, that's the one I've always been most curious about.
Him: Yeah, it was the best. It's basically an interdisciplinary approach to understanding the interplay between political institutions and market trends.
You: Thank God someone is paying attention to that. Did you have any area of special interest?
And so on. Please note that you need have zero knowledge of the subject in question; just act impressed like you can't get enough.
2. How to Find a Summer Fling
Summer flings are excellent things, but only if you are truly mentally prepared for such a relationship. If by "summer fling" you mean "something I'll call a summer fling in order to seem like one of those breezy, nonchalant girls who can pull something like that off while secretly hoping it will blossom into a lifelong commitment and therefore slowly allow my mind and spirit to unravel as the season draws to its inexorable end," don't even bother. But, Bunny, if you are truly game, just follow this list of instructions.
1. Aim low. This is key. A flingworthy dude is not at all the same as boyfriend material. Stop expecting him to be so handsome and perfect and smart and talented and hilarious. Two of the five should suffice for your needs. Short of actual physical revulsion, you should forge gamely ahead.
2. Reconsider previous rejects. I bet that at any given moment there are at least three or four dudes you could be sleeping with but simply passed over because they weren't good enough. Well, they're good enough during the months of June, July, and August.
3. Hang around in bars. Self explanatory.
4. Don't necessarily "be yourself." Save that for the guy you're gonna marry. This is a great time to be bold and experiment with new pickup lines, new personal style, new hangouts, or simply a more outgoing demeanor. You've got nothing to lose -- remember, you're not looking for The One, so who cares if that second-rate douchenozzle at JG Mellon's doesn't think much of your new dashiki and butt-toning flip-flops?
Best of luck, Little Bunny!
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ReplyDeleteHello Dr. Eve.
ReplyDeleteMy girlfriend (let's call her Cookie) and I were meeting another couple for dinner. They were 10 minutes late. The restaurant was wine only, so we couldn't order a cocktail. Would it have been impolite to order a bottle while we waiting?
-Parched in Poughkeepsie