I went out on my first date at age nineteen. Which means, until then I was completely and utterly clueless about men. Growing up I would not say that I was not “allowed” to date, but it was definitely not encouraged. After all, what teenage boy would want to date a girl that he would NEVER be able to be alone with to accomplish his obvious goal?
Oh, and he would only be able to call my home before nine o’clock, and all phone calls could not surpass a twenty minute limit. But all of these rules protected my innocence and ultimately my heart during my teenage years. Thanks Mom.But today dating is completely different than what I imagined to be as a child.I imagined a man seeing me, sparking conversation, we exchange contact information, he actually calls and we have thought provoking, intense and life altering conversation. But that was before “texting” was created. Now, background information, hobbies, and chemistry are shared through sentences. Now a woman has to be “important” to actually call. What happened to hearing someone’s voice and actually hearing them laugh? How many of us actually laugh out loud when we text “lol”? Usually, it is just a slight chuckle. Human interaction allows both parties to experience random jokes, not ones that were typed purposely to make one smile. Also, it seems this generation is more into “chilling” than actually going out on a date and getting a feel for each other that way.Nothing irritated me more than when I would be prematurely invited to a man’s home before I even got the chance to know him. I think what I respect about my current love is that it was his pleasure to take a woman out, not a hassle that he tried to avoid. He took me to a museum where he could bond on a higher level than a typical movie date. I guess that I am old-fashioned. Or it could be that I acknowledge my worth. I wonder how some dating techniques would differ if there were no Facebook, Texting, and Twitter do all the “hard” work of actually getting to know someone.