“Oh my god I have nowhere to stay tonight; I missed my shuttle back to the hostel”.
“Well this guy (indicating me) has a private room, I’m sure you could stay with him”.
This conversation existed less than ten minutes ago. The exchange took place with one girl in front of a load of guys. Put on the spot, with every dude looking at me, was an interesting experience. My friend who had made the suggestion was clearly looking for me to have a good time. Bless him. That’s not the way I work, I have thankfully discovered.
Lets get down to brass tacks. She’s a pretty girl, no doubt about it. My retort could come from a number of angles. I could be (nod to previous post) the Alpha male, and reply with “yeah no worries; I’ll sleep on the floor…” Or I could do what I do. Which is to say “I’ll walk you back to the shuttle; if we hurry it will still be there”. The Beta male. It is there, she thanks me, I leave, and walk home alone.
For all of the times I can be a total arsehole, of late there have been days and nights where I am my fathers son. The nice guy finishes last, no two ways about it, but I’ve discovered that it’s better to be a nice guy and leave empty handed, than be a total wanker and wake up with an STD.
I’ve discussed at length the in’s and out’s of being the guy that walks a girl home. While always being seen as the “friend”, you rarely get what you really want. Lets not split hairs. I am a guy. This is what we do. Yet for a while now I have found myself becoming something else. Dear readers please don’t get me wrong; there is still red blood in my veins; fear not. But perhaps being a gentleman will eventually bear the fruit I’ve desired for so long; instead of a hedonistic, debaucherous, empty calamity that smacks of low self esteem and regret.
Open mike tomorrow night; and the time’s they are achangin’.
Walking a girl home
“Oh my god I have nowhere to stay tonight; I missed my shuttle back to the hostel”.
“Well this guy (indicating me) has a private room, I’m sure you could stay with him”.
This conversation existed less than ten minutes ago. The exchange took place with one girl in front of a load of guys. Put on the spot, with every dude looking at me, was an interesting experience. My friend who had made the suggestion was clearly looking for me to have a good time. Bless him. That’s not the way I work, I have thankfully discovered.
Lets get down to brass tacks. She’s a pretty girl, no doubt about it. My retort could come from a number of angles. I could be (nod to previous post) the Alpha male, and reply with “yeah no worries; I’ll sleep on the floor…” Or I could do what I do. Which is to say “I’ll walk you back to the shuttle; if we hurry it will still be there”. The Beta male. It is there, she thanks me, I leave, and walk home alone.
For all of the times I can be a total arsehole, of late there have been days and nights where I am my fathers son. The nice guy finishes last, no two ways about it, but I’ve discovered that it’s better to be a nice guy and leave empty handed, than be a total wanker and wake up with an STD.
I’ve discussed at length the in’s and out’s of being the guy that walks a girl home. While always being seen as the “friend”, you rarely get what you really want. Lets not split hairs. I am a guy. This is what we do. Yet for a while now I have found myself becoming something else. Dear readers please don’t get me wrong; there is still red blood in my veins; fear not. But perhaps being a gentleman will eventually bear the fruit I’ve desired for so long; instead of a hedonistic, debaucherous, empty calamity that smacks of low self esteem and regret.
Open mike tomorrow night; and the time’s they are achangin’.