Also, I’m the original born again poacher turned gamekeeper.
Now read on….
Mammy knows best.
I blame Irish Mammies for it all. From the time we were Mommies Little Soldier we’ve been pampered, put on a pedestal and told that there’s “no one good enough for my son” and so we’ve grown up actually believing it. By the time we’re finished school and college and have entered the big bad world of commerce and earning a wage we’ve become so used to our elevated status in the natural pecking order of life that we tend to look at women as being “ONLY women” and “Sure what would THEY know anyway? Aren’t we the greatest thing since sliced bread”?
We therefore expect too much from dating because we………….
A…think we’re in the minority because there are more of them than us.
B… .We’re God’s gift to womankind.
C…Have been suckered into a false sense of loftiness by guess who? Our Mammies.
D… We don’t have to try too hard because women want us.
We expect our dates to look like a cross between Rosanna Davison and Kim Kardashian.
We expect our dates to cook like the Mammy cooks, know the offside rule, and have a Dad that owns a corporate box at the Aviva.
We expect our dates to fall head over their high heels with us on the first date, despite the fact that we’ve put in little or any effort into arranging the date in our local and have arrived in our favourite Leinster/Man Utd/Dublin jersey and jeans (we don’t want our mates to think that we’re actually going on a date, do we?) and expect them to drop everything(literally) for us while it’s ok for us to see other girls (I’m still doing interviews-you and I aren’t exactly exclusive or married yet, are we?).
We require that our dates laugh at our jokes, drool and make every effort to be the centre of our little universe while not forgetting that if we ever did start “going out” they must remember that Friday’s are boy’s nites, Saturdays are a 4 ball and we always go to “the Mammies” of a Sunday.
We expect our dates to tick every box.
Tall (but not too)
Slim (but not too)
Sporty (but please no Liverpool, or Munster fans)
Must love dogs (no Cat women!) and have a working knowledge of how the universe works.
But most of all she must get on with The Mammy.
Back up the truck here and get a grip guys.
This isn’t an episode of Can’t cope Won’t cope or Damo and Ivor.
This is the real world. We have to actually make some sort of effort to meet “The One” these days.
Real relationships (as against Tinder and online dating claptrap) take a lot of hard work and effort and planning to get to know someone.
We shouldn’t casually dismiss someone because she’s from D.N.S. or she likes pints instead of shots or god forbid she actually challenges your views on Politics, Brexit or Brigitte Macron.
If we’re serious about dating and if we think there’s any chance at all that we could be friends first with our date, then it is vital that we go on a second date. Real relationships come from putting in the hours and taking the time to get to know someone.
By discounting every date based on only one meeting or worse still, by declining a date because “she’s just not my type” we are, through sheer laziness, removing all possibility of developing any hope of any romantic connection.
You know how they say looking for a new job is a full time job in itself? Well, the same is true of dating. Ok, some people get really lucky and through some mad Ted twist of fate meet their life partner by accidentally spilling a pint over them in a heaving Café En Seine. Meanwhile, back on Planet Earth the chances of that happening are as good as a Dublin bus driver winning the Lotto, certainly not without first accruing a hefty dry cleaning bill and the risk of more than one slap in the face anyway!
Dating opportunities are everywhere, (and obviously this is where we at One2One Introductions can help you as every single new person you meet through us is a live and real dating opportunity) whether that’s chatting to someone in a Supermarket about the merits of Hovis over Johnson Mooney and O Brien (Don’t squeeze me til I’m yours) or just being a good old fashioned man and holding a door open for a lady.
But then maybe we’d rather just meet the lads for a pint while playing Tinder and wearing your beer stained replica jersey and talking twaddle about how it’s great to be single at our age (well, we are only 45!!)
Of course it’s simple after a long day at the office to go home, settle down on the sofa with a cold one and binge Netflix your way through Breaking Bad. Couch potatoes are sad cabbages and I can assure you she isn’t waiting for you at the bottom of your lil green bottle, ready to genie her way into your life like a prize and a pizza when you have finished your drink. If Carlsberg made Dating.
And what happens when and if you actually do go out on a date?
Have you made any effort to impress a girl on a date by being you or are you so convinced all women are trying to snare you by their “I want to know everything about you “ interrogation.(It was supposed to be a date.. I wasn’t expecting an interview!)
Ah yes. Those ol preconceptions and misconceptions! The mortal enemy of the modern singleton.
Think about it…our date is looking to find out whether we are a good match for each other, not just whether you feel they are a good match for you. We have an equal responsibility to make an effort and portray ourselves in the most positive light…that’s if we really want to date.
And therein lies the kernel of the whole Dating conundrum.. Us guys are so settled in our ways and means that it’s sometimes easier to NOT chase her and date her coz that could mean the dreaded
C word(Commitment) and stepping out of our comfort zone.. Perish the thought!
Yet we do nothing to avoid our date forming negative opinions about us by treating our dates like they are not important to us. There is nothing more valuable than time, and if we’re not prepared to dedicate any of ours to planning our date (where we’re going to meet, what time, what we’re going to wear) then the likelihood is that the outcome of our date will be just as happy as Jose is in his after match interviews.
Dates matter. Dating’s like life. It’s all about the way you approach it.