LIFESTYLE
Originally published on Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Date Bait
I was chatted up on the tube last week. Well, not so much chatted up as verbally attacked. Some guy slid into the seat next to me and purred into my ear that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. When he didn’t get the response he wanted – I flinched, ignoring him – he moved across the tube car, sulking and whining loudly: “Do you have a boyfriend? Is that why you won’t go out with me? It’s because I’m ugly? Or unsophisticated?”
Charming behaviour. But what do we expect? What with texting, email, Skype and Facebook, the genders have completely forgotten to how to interact with each other face-to-face. Recently, some hopeless romantic has started forgetdinner.co.uk (classy) while over in New York, scandal is brewing as the ladies have learned that men are lying about their job titles and salaries to get into the recently re-launched Fashion meets Finance parties. Imagine that. Men lying. To get laid.
It’s heartbreaking, really. Which is why I’ve handed over all my romantic decisions to my male friends. If Piller has his way, I’ll be engaged to a member of the British waterpolo team by month’s end.
So be it, just as long as he doesn’t crack onto me on the tube.
