She ordered the pasta with truffle oil. Of course she ordered the pasta with truffle oil. First date, fancy restaurant. And, of course, I am paying. I'm the guy. Which leads me to a few questions. Questions like: Why? What's wrong with my date springing for her own pasta with truffle oil every once in a while?
A female lawyer I know — who earns close to a quarter million dollars a year and still insists men she sees pay for meals — explained it to me. "I want to know they value me," she says. "It makes me feel like he's a man, and I'm a woman."
Which seems exceedingly odd, considering that some of the men she dates are out-of-work actors, struggling artists, and a filmmaker who lives with his parents.
I remind her of that. I tell her that to me, picking up (or not picking up) the tab does not determine one's womanliness or manliness. Maybe I use the phrase, "You're killing these poor bastards."
"You don't understand," she tells me. "A woman wants to feel like she's appreciated. And if she has to pay, she doesn't feel that way." She's right. I don't understand. I mean, aren't kindness and solicitousness and missing the Knicks/Hornets to see the ballet with her evidence of my appreciation? Shouldn't we try to be a little equal here?
No, say a shocking number of my peers, women and men. Even in a day and age where men and women often earn equal salaries, many still adhere to the "he pays" model of dating.
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"It might seem like a brave new world," a male friend tells me. "But in fact, we are controlled by impulses and cravings as old as sex itself. Way back when, only the alpha caveman who brought back some brontosaurus ribs could expect any action that evening. The cave women roasted the ribs and raised the cave babies; the cave guys spent their days chasing the mighty beasts."
Well, yes, but isn't this the 21st century?
"To you, maybe," he says. "But to women, they're still looking for the guy who brings home the stegosaurus chops."
