I’ve had this discussion with a few friends, lately it was over free food and wine at a Yelp Elite Event – I met a lovely lass who had gotten back from America not long after I had and were were contemplating the differences in our experiences with men.
You see, when I was in America last for the entire month I was there, I didn’t have a night that I didn’t have a date. What? Yup, that’s right. I had a date every single night when I was over there.
The last time I had a date in Australia? Oh. Possibly about 2.5 years ago. It was an utter failure. He was vegan. I love meat. He got upset that I ate meat. I didn’t order any for our dinner though because I’m a thoughtful person like that. He tried to lecture me about global warming and I lost it. I started trolling him. It was politely at first. About how all animal farms now use humane ways to kill their animals for eating purposes. That leather is a really handy material for things. Like whips. I don’t think he believed me when I said it was for whips, he just looked at me funny. But could you imagine a single tail that’s made of pleather? Like seriously? How the fuck is that even meant to hurt? Or how is one even meant to savour the oncoming onslaught of pain, shock, noise… without that sweet sweet smell of well oiled and used leather? And we all know what a scent whore I am.
He got visibly discombobulated when I told him that global warming is a myth after his lecture to me about how I should know that we won’t have a planet in a few years.
Do I honestly think it’s a myth? Nah, I don’t, I think we’re having some kind of impact… what that will mean is a bit unclear as the earth has had so many cycles from ice ages to no polar caps. I, on the other hand, was not going to give him the satisfaction of the truth as I know it – oh no. Then I went on to say how I believe that all natural disasters was the Earth’s way of taking care of overpopulation. His eye twitched. I kid you not. I was quite happy needling him until he looked like he was going to implode. By the time I was finished he literally ran out of the restaurant and I thankfully never heard from him again. And me? I literally skipped home whistling.
Which brings me to the whole point of this blog entry.
Why are Australian men so touched when it comes to asking a woman out on a date? We figured it was a confidence thing, or maybe it was because they didn’t like chasing. Men from America & Europe all loved the chase. It was like a dance. You’d start off saying maybe… you’d end up saying yes and even if you ended up saying no they didn’t walk off in a huff. They hung around and just chatted to you because they actually wanted to talk to you. Imagine that, a guy that just wants to talk and doesn’t call you a slut for not being interested in him enough to go home with him.
I think it’s why I find the dating scene in Australia so lacking. And possibly why my sexual exile has been an easy choice to make.
But I think the dating scene in Australia has a lot to learn from other countries. Will it happen? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m looking forward to being back in the States and on the dating ball again. I had so much fun the last time.
In the meantime, I’ll just keep waiting for that bloody hitachi to arrive in the mail.