Turns out September is Take a Man on a Date Month. I had no clue it even existed, never mind having ever done it.
Oh sure, I’ve been out with a guy and spontaneously offered to pay for dinner. I’ve come that much into the 21st century. But to call a guy I’m not dating and invite him on a date? Never in all my years.
And it gets worse.
I’ve never even offered a full-service date to someone I was dating. Certainly, I’ve offered suggestions for things we could do, but that’s hardly the same as planning a surprise date and pulling out all the stops for a man.
This all begs the question why.
For the first scenario, when I think about it, I have to cop to feeling uncomfortable asking a man out first.
For the second scenario, call me lazy. 😆 Planning a date is hard work. And I hate hard work.
But the unvarnished truth is that in either scenario, it just never occurred to me to even try. So, what I think what you can really call me is socialized. Still carrying vestiges of a patriarchal society for all my professed independence. Kind of pitiful. 😳