Conquest or Courtship?

I met an interesting fellow over the weekend and he let me in on a little secret: “When it comes to men pursuing women, it’s either courtship or conquest.” I asked about the fuzzy space between courtship and conquest and he assured me there is no such space. The more I thought about it the next day, the more I believed him to be spot on. I’d love to know what do you all think? Is it one or the other, or is there room for more?

First date advice

I was hanging out with a friend yesterday, I’ll call her Martini, when she got a text from her 20 year-old cousin. “Help. I’m going on a date tonight and freaking out. How do these things work exactly?”

Martini immediately sent a flurry of texts that were not only spot on, but also genius. I’m glad she doesn’t have a site called askmartini.com because it would kick askpiper.com’s ass.

I give you her texts, verbatim. Pay attention, youngsters.

Don’t screw on the first date.

Listen to happy girl music (I like Katy Perry to get into a flirtatious mindset.)

Ask about him and what he likes. Smile and laugh as often as possible.

No garlic or messy food. Maybe stick to appetizers (2 is good) so you don’t eat like a linebacker.

Have fun.

You can touch him while you talk but in a proper Southern girl way.

You do not pay.

Hug and maybe a kiss goodnight. NO TONGUE. 

Sigh. Where was Martini when I was twenty?

Ladies, clean out your ears

Here’s a topic that came up over dinner recently.  A single lady friend of mine who is super cute recounted a new situation in her life. It seems she’s reconnected with a male middle school friend and they’ve been hanging out ‘as friends.’ But, she’s wondering if maybe they could be more.

“Great!” I said. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m not sure. He might be gay,” was her answer.

Fair enough. In this metrosexual-friendly world it is getting harder and harder for a girl to keep her gaydar tuning fork performing well.

“Why do you think that?” I asked.

“Well, the other day we were talking and he said, ‘I don’t really like to sleep with girls because’…” I immediately cut her off, then took my fork and poked it into her eye, bringing her head closer to my face so I could scream into her ear. Basically I let her in on a little secret: men are seldom mysterious. If you listen, they will tell you exactly what they are thinking. If you listen, you will know exactly who they are. But the key is to really LISTEN.

I told my friend that, yes, she should be suspect of the sexual predilections of a man who can say these words, in this order, without fumbling or stuttering: I DON’T LIKE SLEEPING WITH WOMEN BECAUSE…

After retrieving my fork, she continued.  “Lemme finish. He said he doesn’t like sleeping with women because then he has to have a pseudo-relationship with them and he doesn’t really want to see them in the morning.”

This time I employed my knife. My friend was so blatantly not listening to this guy that she missed the real question: it’s not ‘is he or isn’t he gay?’…it’s ‘how big of an asshole is he?’ Because a guy who tells you he doesn’t want to see girls in the morning is telling you he doesn’t want to see you in the morning. He was being very straightforward about how he feels about women, but my friend wasn’t hearing him.

So, ladies, clean out your ears. It may spare you a whole lot of heartache and get you focusing on the right questions.

–Piper

Sean

Dear Piper,

Yearsssss ago, I met a charming, striking, smart, and witty woman in a basement peanut bar in the Uptown section of Minneapolis. She had a unique name, which rhymes with “miper,” which I never forgot.  In one of those “I wonder what happened to ….” moments (we all have them, right?), I googled the name. I’m afraid I was youngish, dickish, and immaturish at the time I met this woman (and ran into her a few subsequent times at the basement peanut bar). Is it ever too late to say, “Sorry.  I was probably that stupid guy women get tired of meeting.”

–Sean

Dear Sean,

It’s never too late for a sincere apology. Just don’t be too bummed out if ‘Miper’ doesn’t remember you!

–Piper

little j

Dear Piper,

While making local or long distance calls costs virtually the same now (unless you’re calling internationally), local vs. long distance in terms of relationships is still drastically different.  Sure, we now have new technology to do the whole video chatting thing, which makes it seem like you’re “close,” but, come on, we all know that nothing beats having a man right next to you…to hug, to hold, to fight and make up with.

So, why are a lot of my gfs and I now in long-distance relationships (mine is 3000 miles away on the other coast)?  Seems as if we can’t find decent local men anymore, or we don’t want to? My one thought is that we say we want to be settled down (we’re either approaching or already in our 30s, if it helps), but we really don’t…Or we simply just found an awesome guy elsewhere and it doesn’t go much deeper than that.  Your thoughts, o wise one? :o )

–little j

Dear little j,

For the sake of making a point, let’s say you are in New York and your significant other is in San Francisco. Something tells me there’s a little j doppelganger in SF who’s involved with a guy in New York while she laments the ‘no decent guy’ situation in her hometown. This ‘my town sucks for dating’ ideology is probably going on all over the world.

As an adult I’ve lived in six different cities. In each city, there came a time when I cursed my locale for its adverse affect on my dating life. But, when you go from the Midwest to the West to the South and then to the Northeast and you still have the same issues, an honest girl’s gotta come clean with herself. I was left with these possible conclusions: it was me, or it was in my head. I decided to go with the latter as it suited my ego better.

I think this phenomenon you write about has no simple explanation, nor course of action. On one hand, I could make a case for the LDR (long-distance relationship) as an adult manifestation of the ‘imaginary friend’ we all had as kids. Remember him or her? Remember the comfort they brought? Just knowing there was someone out there, someone only for you, made the difficulties of growing up a lot easier to bear. When the class bully roughed me up I knew my imaginary friend would be there to console me later. This was convenient. And when there was only one piece of pie left I could make the bitch go away so I didn’t have to share it with her. Also convenient.

There’s a certain convenience to these LDRs, isn’t there? Your boyfriend moves; you don’t have to help him. Your boyfriend is sick; you don’t have to bring him chicken noodle soup. Your boyfriend wants to watch Army Wives and you want to watch Dancing with the Stars…see where I’m going here? It could be that you and your girlfriends are busy and the convenience of a long distance relationship fits perfectly into your crazy schedules.

On the other hand, I could also make a case for the truism that whatever is out of reach is ever more desirable. The grass is always greener on the other side; the guy is always cuter on the other coast. The elusive is seductive, and if the local boys aren’t seducing you and your friends in the ways you’d prefer, a cute guy with a huge obstacle in front of him might do the trick. Right? I mean, there’s nothing a career-minded woman of today likes more than a challenge, and the LDR does come with a certain set of challenges.

Ah, the challenges. You have to move; your boyfriend doesn’t have to help you.  You’re sick; your boyfriend can’t bring you chicken noodle soup. Catch 22, those LDRs.

The world is getting smaller and smaller thanks to technology, airplanes and credit cards. I don’t see the LDR fading away any time soon. And I don’t think it should. When they work out, you’re an inspiration to singles everywhere looking to find love ten time zones away. And when they don’t, well, at least you’ve racked up enough frequent flyer points to go to Costa Rica and plant the seeds for something even more enticing, the LDRR (long-distance rebound relationship.)

–Piper

Dumbfounded

Dear Piper,

Why do some men like lesbian strippers?

–Dumbfounded

Dear Dumbfounded,

It happens a little more frequently than Halley’s Comet and a little less frequently than leap years, the question that stumps askpiper. Luckily, I have a few trusted sources on which to rely. I’ve turned to my friend, Spanish Johnny (www.spanishjohnny.com) for some insight into your question and here’s what he had to say: “If there’s one thing Johnny knows, it’s carburetors. That and strippers. Men gravitate toward lesbian strippers because they know no other man will ever have them. In one of life’s greatest ironies, lesbian strippers are looked upon as pure and unspoiled. Furthermore, it’s much easier on a man’s pride to lose a chick to another chick than to another dude. “Well, at least it’s not me,” he thinks. “She doesn’t like ANY dudes.” Of course, in the end, we all know the lesbian thing is an act. No woman can resist the **** forever.”

–Piper

Windy City Wendy

Dear Piper,

My husband keeps telling me that his penis isn’t going to blow itself. I’m not convinced and think we should give it more time. What do you think?

–Windy City Wendy

Dear Windy City Wendy,

I’m an optimist. I think it’s possible. And that could be just the beginning. It could learn to do the laundry, make crepes and maybe even file a tax return. Be careful of it becoming too independent, however, because it might just wander off one day leaving you to discover you actually miss it.

–Piper

Amanda

Dear Piper,

I have a crush on a guy and we are going out. We are having an amazing time but he’s moving across the country in a month. We love to spend time on bed together (he’s grreeaat) and I feel I’m letting “the one” go away. How can I work out this expiration dating? Do I cut it by the root before I get more involved?

–Amanda

Dear Amanda,

Hmm. You used the word ‘expiration.’ This leads me to believe, in your heart of hearts, you already see this feisty liaison coming to an end soon. My advice to you is enjoy it while it lasts; get absolutely no sleep, keep the googly eyes in fifth gear, call in horny and so on. Then, once Mr. Maybe The One has moved, give it a couple of months and after things simmer down see which cliché holds true: out of sight, out of mind…or, absence makes the heart grow fonder. If it’s the latter, I recommend a credit card where you can earn a lot of frequent flyer miles with your purchases and Skype. It may come to pass that you decide to move, too. Many people have moved across the United States for more silly things than love. I should know. I was one of them.

–Piper

Pierre

Dear Piper,

Why do men have nipples? Strange don’t you think?

–Pierre

Dear Pierre,

Nipples on men…strange? Yes and no. I think it’s just a sign of pre-historic metrosexualness. Cro Magnon man, in an effort to be more like his lady friends, developed nipples. Today the same intent is manifested in male pedicures, facials and waxing. Here’s what I do find strange, however. Many men have nipples of their own yet have no idea what to do when they come across those of a woman. Hmmmmm…..

–Piper