25 Aug 2016

Lads! Britain Needs You To Do Your Duty And Get Flirting

'After 50 years of browbeating men, women wonder why men don’t flirt with them any more. And women think they are the more intelligent sex!!!' - MB J4MB
By Charlotte Gill: There are lots of things I love about Britain, just not its men.
And I don’t want to stereotype them all, so let me be more specific: I refer to those my own age, who have forced me to bookmark a cattery website. In the romantic arena, trying to meet a man sometimes makes me feel like David Attenborough, stepping into the jungle to locate a Jesus Lizard (a real thing).
Finding Mr Dreamy is difficult because the main strategies a girl can use are wrought with danger. Number one is proactivity: in 2016, it seems fair that a woman can approach a chap she fancies. This sometimes works, but generally does seem to make the man's insides shrivel up when asked “having a good night?” or something equally menacing.
So we consign ourselves to option two: waiting. Which is just as problematic, as nothing happens. That’s the conclusion my friend and I came to last week, while we were sitting at a bar. We’re hardly bad company and several lads gave us a cheeky stare as they did the toilet trot. Still, nothing happened, so we stared sadly into our Mojitos at single reflections.

Eventually one guy asked if we’d like to join him for some table football. He was dashing and curious. He was German, of course (because the only people who’ll ever chat you up in Britain are not British.)

Now I’m not Claudia Schiffer, but I don’t think I’m Chewbacca either. Yet operating in this asexual environment, it is possible to feel largely unattractive. Some sort of winter chill has frosted over British men’s gonads, and it’s leaving us all out in the cold.
If only they’d learn from the Europeans, maybe we’d be in with a chance. In countries such as Italy, Spain and France, the men are as forward as it gets. In such territory, a woman’s self esteem may rise substantially from all the glory of being chatted up.
In Britain, it’s as if the stereotypical school disco - girls on one side, boys on the other - continues into adulthood. Eight-year-olds are probably better at asking for a dance. As a result, the singles market is growing, with 51 percent of people in England and Wales eating dinner for one.
In 2014, newspapers boasted that the City of London is fantastic for women - because it has 155 single men per 100 ladies. These numbers seems favourable - until you realise that you’re dealing with the most placid of creatures, many of whom seem to delight in their solo status.
Tools like Tinder and Happn have made things worse, as men are inundated with choice - giving them false belief they are Puff Daddy. Dating apps have completely killed off macho displays now even the most predatory man can click his way to romance.
You may be thinking that all this is trivial, but this dating dallying has big societal consequences. As the Guardian likes to remind us, loneliness kills - so dithering lads are actually murderers, when you think about it. I’m not sure what the psychological reasons for their inactivity is - perhaps feminists have scared them off with complaints of catcalling. So much so that, like the Jesus Lizard, a wolf whistle is near extinction.
British men need some encouragement, maybe even government intervention, to be more forward. In 2015, Denmark released an advert called “Do It For Mom”, to encourage its nationals to have more babies. Maybe we need an equivalent: “Do It For The Girls”. For if British men don’t make the moves, we almost certainly will be joining the Danes in the birth rate stakes.
Birth rates and loneliness aside, it’s a simple issue of self-esteem that worries me. Because of daft, but very real, rules of engagement, most women really are at the whim of men to decide their dating destiny. You wouldn’t believe how many guys are averse to forward women, but then won’t do the forward thing themselves. So everyone is stuck.
When I talk to single friends, many of us share a simple desire: we just want to be talked to more. Frankly, it’s getting us down. British lads, please find your gonads.
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