Both of my daughters have warned me, don't post that question.
It's a dumb question.
I still want to know. So will someone (specifically, some man) answer me?
Has dating become a lost art?
"Dating" as in a single man calling a single woman and asking her to dinner on a Saturday night. She says, yes, thank you, and he picks her up from her home and they go to dinner, have a glass of wine and good conversation, maybe even cheesecake for dessert. He drops her off, they may hug or give each other a shy kiss at the door, and he leaves. After the date, perhaps as early as the next day, he calls again. She doesn't have to; he wants to.
Whether the couple continues on to a relationship doesn't matter in the scenario. It's all about the initial contact arising NOT out of mutual agreement, "how about we go out, since we are both single and kind of bored, we'll find someone better later," and NOT out of intentionally being set up by a paid matching making service or from a dating site like Match.com, "well I guess we should meet."
Do men call anymore?
I was told recently, by a male friend, that "if it's meant to be, it will be..." and I honestly believe he sits on his couch and waits for a knock at the door.
Meant to be? Sure, I will entertain that as possible. But what about willingness? We all have free will. I don't believe God meant to have us sit and wait for a knock.
At risk of straight out rejection, opening myself up to blatant mockery, I will ask further then, why do I feel like I failed to pay my phone bill, or my Iphone is broken, or something shocking is sticking out of my head that I just don't see in the mirror... ?
Why am I not asked out on dates?
Sure, I have been OUT on DATES. The truth, though, which I realized yesterday, is that all of the dates have been initiated by ME. Perhaps because I don't believe in waiting for the knock?
"Hey, Jeff, let's catch up soon... lunch or dinner this week?"
"Michael, are you in town this weekend? Want to meet up for a drink?"
"Paul, I still owe you burgers, remember. How about Monday?"
"Mark, I really want to go see this show, but it's a musical... will you go with me?"
"Hi, Elizabeth from Just Lunch... oh, you have another introduction for me... great."
When I asked my daughters this question, why am I not asked out, Savanna snapped back, "because you ask (stupid) questions like this." Alicia said, "Well, I haven't been asked either."
Savanna aside (she gets calls for dates, by the way), Alicia seems to always be with a cute guy. Friend or co worker, no matter, Alicia seems to be pursued. Maybe she just sorta gets together with folks on a mutual agreement, too. Maybe that's how this generation does it.
I asked Jeff. He hasn't texted me back.
Do you figure the Winter has just shut everyone in to their homes, and away from social contact? Seems possible.
Seems reasonable too that many of my male friends are either married or in relationships (with a significant other or with their careers); or getting out of relationships, or getting OVER an old relationship, or just starting a new one. Timing, timing is key. Windows of opportunity close quickly.
Maybe men think that since I kept the last name Pokorny, and appear in random status updates at the same location as Bob Pokorny, that I am still married to him?
Let me state this once and for all -- I am NO LONGER MARRIED to Bob. I will always hold feelings of remorse about all of that, sure, and yes I still love him and my daughters love him and we are cordial and friendly. He is NOT in any way with me. He has a long term girlfriend, and I like her. And yeah, we kind of all get along. If you think this is strange, too bad, this is how we roll.
And no, I am not seeing anyone in particular. Yes, I have pictures on my Facebook page with other guys... they are all still important to me, and I value their fabric contribution to my life quilt. But if I were in a committed relationship, I would not be declared "single" on Facebook, nor would I ever spread such a rumor about myself. And you all know, it isn't true unless it's posted on Facebook.
Before anyone tells me AGAIN (females are good at this) to love myself first, let me just say, I love myself (see previous blog post Born of the Wrong Time).
In fact I love myself so much I am not willing to settle with just any man who shows an interest. I do want a specific sort of fellow (see multiple previous blog posts). Stalkers need not apply. Crazy attention seekers who send themselves flowers to get MY attention need not apply either. How about a "normal" man with values and a job and is able to understand the commitment of fitness and health who isn't afraid to actually earn the love of a good woman? Perhaps I push men away with my perceived high standards, or maybe my sarcasm or cold humor.
Is it me?
Maybe I am too nice.
Or not good looking enough, thin enough, or rich enough.
Or maybe I am too emotional, too old.
That baking thing I do confuses them.
Appearing by name in this blog scares them.
Wait, FEELING any sort of attachment scares them.
The potential of rejection is endless, everywhere, always frightening.
Back in college, when I worked for Dial America Marketing, "cold calling" for magazine subscriptions was the worst. It was so much easier to simply make a sales call for a renewal. They were already interested in the product. They had already invested in the subscription. Cold calling was a numbers game. The only way a person ever survived was to keep dialing and dialing, and to never take a rejection personally. That job was difficult. Not many folks made it through to being given good leads... they gave up, fed up, exhausted, defeated.
Maybe every man is so tired of extending themselves with busyness they don't have any energy for "cold calling" women.
Or very simply, dating just may be a thing of the past. The landscape of life has changed. We all are so technologically "connected", we think a happy birthday text is enough effort to extend for a day of celebration.
I still believe in celebrating birthdays in person. And holding someones hand... receiving phone calls, talking. And being invited to dinner.
Maybe it really IS me.
I think I am afraid, too. I quietly fear that if I didn't initiate contact with folks I would never hear from a soul.
"How is your knee, Jay?"
"Steve, is your back feeling better?"
"How's the job, Bob?"
"Sorry I gave you my cold, Damon, can I do anything to help?"
"Larry, how's traveling going for you, busy?"
"Ken, how's your running coming along, ready for the race?"
Why does no one ask ME how I am without ME asking them first?
I have been close to testing a theory, because I don't DARE post these dumb questions outright to my 700-plus friends on social media:
If I didn't text or FB message anyone for a week, would anyone notice?
If I stopped reaching out to you, would we ever talk again?
I just don't know anymore. That's why I am asking. Is there anyone who loves me enough to answer?