Men, here’s a blog just for those of you who think that a woman owes you something other than conversation if you buy her drinks or dinner. Thankfully most of the men Gigi knows and asked about this were thoroughly horrified at the thought that a woman has to have sex with a man for the above reasons!!
So let’s make this very clear: Buying a drink at a bar for a woman whom you do not know or paying for her dinner on the first few dates, does NOT entitle you to sex with her!! Don’t whine and complain about it later!! You invited her. You offered to pay. That does not mean she ís required to offer you use of her body. Nobody stuck a gun to your head and made you: a) invite her b) pay for everything.
A few weeks ago we talked about who should pay… almost everyone (even the men) agreed that the man should pay, at least for the first dinner date.
Men, just know that if you offer to buy a girl a drink at a bar, chances are not only that she’ll accept, but also that she might end up walking away with her friends and even… Gosh, shock, horror, will talk AND flirt with other men that night. Having bought a drink for a woman you don’t know, does not mean she suddenly became your exclusive property for the night!! If she really likes you, she might stay. If after being by your side, she realizes she is just not that into you, then she will walk away.
This happened to Gigi at Boogie Fever the other night. Helen got the cute guy and Gigi was stuck with the ugly friend (this has happened a few times to date). Ugly guy, was not just ugly. What made him even more annoying and downright disgusting was the fact that he spit in Gigi’s face with every sentence out of his mouth (so much so that Helen left his side to talk to cute guy, sticking Gigi with him, and making Gigi want a bath desperately!!).
He bought Gigi two drinks, each time telling her that she now owed him dance. As he gyrated wildly on the dance floor (kind of like Elaine on Seinfeld), Gigi wished she could get the cute guy next time. He got the one dance only, and when he asked Gigi out on a date, she couldn’t be honest and tell him she’d rahter have a tooth pulled. Instead she told him that she was giving dating a break… kind of true, right?
Now a few weeks later, Gigi got an email out of the blue, from Tommy, mentioned here a few weeks ago. Gigi went out on a date with him to a nice Italian restaurant. Only one date!! He arrived drunk, and then drank even more, and even though Gigi told him that she would not go home with someone on the first date, he proceeded to ask her to do just that… to “watch movies”. Yeah right!!
She avoided his sloppy drunk good night kiss, sent him a thank you text after dinner, and was so happy when he never contacted her for another date. She thought that meant he wasn’t interested either. Well, a month and a half later, he sent her an email at 3 in the morning, sarcastically thanking her for wasting his $100!! WTF??!!
First of all, let’s make a few things clear. Crystal clear. Gigi had wanted to meet him for coffee. He asked her out to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. He was the one who ordered two appetizers, and a bottle of expensive wine. Gigi ordered an inexpensive dish, so he was the one who ran the bill up, not Gigi. And even if he did pay $100, that did not entitle him to anything that Gigi didn’t want to give, and she’d rather have sex with her many toys than let him paw her with his damp hands and endure his slobbering kisses!!
Can you believe the gall of men who think that paying for dinrks and dinner makes women theirs? Men who believe this… we are not for sale!! We will give you our bodies only if we are attracted to you and want to, not because of anything you gave us…
First of all, Helen has been the “wing man” too many times to even count. Not only for Gigi, but also for Heidi. It is our “friendly duty” once and awhile. Lol….so entertaining. Secondly, you are right, the genetically challenged man did spit quite badly. If you remember correctly my dear friend, Helen almost ended up the wing man that night. However, after being spat on several times (one time I even had to visibly wipe my eye, as he had unknowingly and unintentionally re-wet my oh so dry contact lens) I said to myself, “Enough is enough!” Although I rarely do this, ever, I pushed past the “spitter” and went on to the “cute” one of the group. Oh…why didn’t we just bolt then and there? Even the cute guy wasn’t such a catch and was as clingy as a sleep deprived two year old. LOL
As for the $100.00 dinner dude…ridiculous. My advice was to text him or call and tell him, “It’s been over a month and you’re just now bringing this up? Don’t ever call me again.”