Many of you will read this letter and exclaim: Thank God I’m
not dating. Sent to Carolyn Hax the letter describes what must be a fairly
common situation. Two people meet over a dating app. They exchange text
messages. They do not talk on the phone. They have never seen each other, even
for a cup of coffee.
It is somewhat reminiscent of a story called “Cat Person,”
published last year to much fanfare in The New Yorker. Link to my comments here.
While the characters in the Roupenian story did actually
meet once or twice, the single mother who is texting her prospective paramour
did not meet at all. They communicate through writing.
I understand that certain philosophers, especially those who
tout the virtue of deconstruction-- a fancy term for pogrom-- believe that
Western civilization is a vast conspiracy designed to repress writing in favor
of speech. Apparently, if you only communicate through writing you are more
likely to be a sociopath. And thus a recruit for the Storm Troopers. And besides, not to belabor the obvious, but if you
only communicate through writing you do not really know who you are talking to.
If you do not communicate face-to-face you are not communicating.
Anyway, the letter writer here is a single mother. We do not
know how old she is. We do not know how old her fellow texter was. She does not
tell us the words that she found especially offensive, assuming that we all
know what they were. For my part I do not, but, then again, I do not text.
The important part of the letter involved her sense that the
man was dangerous. To which Carolyn Hax responds that if she thinks he is
dangerous the chances are very good that he is. She has made no
commitments to him and owes him nothing. Hax offers the best advice, namely to
get out while she can.
Anyway, here is the letter:
I gave my phone number to a man I've been messaging
on a dating app. The pace of messages picked up considerably after that. He
asked to talk on the phone, but I declined because my kids were home and
they're very nosy.
Anyway, over the course of the "conversation" —
about two hours of intermittent texting — he sent things like, "I hope you
give me an opportunity to show you who I am," and, "Will you open up
your soul to me?" in addition to a few other references to wanting to get
to know me, show me he's a great guy, etc. We had made plans to meet for coffee
in a few days. He signed off with a certain affectation, an identifiable term,
so I'm not using it here.
I'm a little … uncomfortable. Like, too much too soon.
One "let me show you I'm a good guy" is okay, especially if someone
seems hesitant or nervous. But this felt like too much, especially with his
sign-off.
Earlier I told him (honestly) that I'm not dating any one
guy right now, and that when I am, I stop searching on the site. This is one of
those dating sites where you can see that someone is online. He texted this
morning to wish me a good day.
I mentioned I was uncomfortable with the term he used
before, and that we haven't even met yet. He didn't acknowledge this. Since
then he's texted again, asking if there's any chance we could meet sooner.
— Uncomfortable
Hax responds thusly, and correctly:
You’re uncomfortable, so cancel the date now. It’s not
even a close call. You don’t need this person, this date, this information on
whether your suspicions are founded or not. The benefit of your doubt isn’t a
debt that strangers have any right to collect.
Don’t explain why you’re canceling, either. If you give nice-sounding “reasons,” then you’ll open the door to his countering or refuting your reasons.
Not to worry, Mzz Uncomfortable... if you cancel an Uber there's always another Uber.
ReplyDeleteWho knew that the 21st Century would give us online date-hailing? :-D
"Online date-hailing"....years ago, I heard a presentation by Esther Dyson, who observed that while society is viewed as having evolved from Status to Contract, it is now further evolving from Contract to Transaction. IIRC, she was referring both to business transaction and to personal relationships.
ReplyDeleteMe, I'm married. First wife died. My two female neighbors set me up for a meet and greet, at a restaurant with three exit paths out of the parking lot. We've been married 12 years.
ReplyDeleteDid anyone see this one back in 1995?
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Nope! Never heard of it. That was before my wife died.
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