“You went to the other side of the city for a Tinder date? Well, that’s pretty desperate.“
I wish I had told him to be fruitful and multiply (but not in those words) right that moment and I regret not doing so.
Instead I told him that what he said was very rude.
“Point of view.”
Of course it depends on someone’s point of view. And on the fact that I am a girl, as well.
Because if I were a guy, it would be perfectly fine for me to traverse an entire city/country/continent/the Atlantic ocean just to meet a girl. To go on a date with people I meet on Tinder. To have drinks with a girl I only met a couple nights before. To do the no pants dance; no strings attached.
But I’m still a girl, so that inevitably makes me desperate. Or easy. Or a wild, promiscuous, good-time girl.
And this, my dear readers, is what I call double standards.
This incident also reminded me of a discussion I had with two male friends of mine – two terribly affable chaps, who unconsciously made a really sexistic comment. We were discussing dating, relationships, Tinder (all the fun stuff in life!*) when I asked them how long are men usually willing to wait for sex with a new person. I won’t tell you what their exact answer was since it is irrelevant here; instead I’d like to focus on the fact that they emphasized that men are generally eager to wait for a girl that they consider a serious romantic interest. At the same time, if a girl initiates or agrees to sex too promptly, then she won’t be taken seriously.
Kaboom, double standards strike again.
So, where does that leave us?
I’ll tell you what a (relatively new) friend of mine, C., told me when I confessed my concerns to her: “That’s BS. Do you still call this guy a friend of yours? You can travel the world to meet a guy and you still won’t count as desperate. Do what you want.”
Well, I refuse to let people double-standard me. And so should you. Don’t forget: