Hey, I've got some news. I won the featured author/book contest on www.polkadotbanner.com for the month of August. That's quite an honor for such a new release. I couldn't be more thrilled. In addition to being recognized and congratulated for having the most hits on that site, I also enjoyed partaking in an interview.
I don't want to tell you all about it here – you'll have to click on the above link and read it for yourself, but I do want to mention one specific thing. In a lighthearted way I was asked to offer men five successful dating tips. One of the things I suggested was not to ask, "When was the last time you had sex?" I culled this precious little tidbit, as well as the others, from my own actual dating experiences. I even touched on this one in particular during an audio/podcast interview I did for Inside Scoop Live.
http://www.insidescooplive.com/author-pages/Hill-M-reading-interview.html
Here's the deal. Arrangements had been made for me to meet a potential would-be dater, at a Starbucks, on a Saturday morning, at 11:00 a.m. – pretty casual; in fact, you almost can't get more casual. So anyway, we meet, we get some coffee, and we begin the initial round of questioning. "What brought you to
As I mentioned, this story came up during my Inside Scoop interview. As I told the interviewer, I didn't fault the guy for wondering – I don't even fault him, completely, for asking the question. What I fault him with is how indelicately he asked it.
For whatever reason, this incident made me think of Charlie Sheen's character on "Two and a Half Men." I'm sure if Charlie Harper went on a date with a woman, who had been single for some time, he might wonder when the last time she had sex was. The thing is, I don't think he would just blurt out the question. I think he would shroud it in witty innuendo, skirt around the issue in a playful way, get a little cat-and-mouse thing going, you know, endear himself, someway, to his chaste, feminine quarry, don't you? I mean, what the heck was that guy thinking? What answer do you think he wanted to hear? A couple of weeks ago? Yesterday? 10 minutes before I left to meet you? I was completely turned off by this guy. No refills, thank you very much.
So the other night, while watching a rerun of the aforementioned, critically acclaimed sitcom, I found myself completely turned off by Charlie Harper – and his kind (of which there are many). In this particular episode, Alan runs into an old friend who is also divorced at this point in her life. After a quick catch up, a hug and a 'we should get together sometime,' a dinner date is arranged. Big brother Charlie, the seasoned lothario, counsels Alan to be prepared for sex later that night. Naïve Alan, taken aback by Charlie's confident, intuitive assumption asks him how he can be so sure. Charlie tells Alan something to the effect that the woman is pushing 40, her looks aren't going to last forever and her window of opportunity will be closing – so she's desperate. And of course, being desperate, she'll sleep with Alan.
Here's where I take offense: 40 and the implied effects of aging = desperate. As an aside, I'd like to point out that to hit 40 and discontinue aging, you'd have to be dead. What I really object to is having the value of a woman reduced to nothing more than her MLF-sleepabilty factor as determined by overly sexed-up, shallow, horn-dog type characters like Charlie Harper; even if he isn't real, there are plenty of them out there who are – Starbucks Java Joe, for example. Women are much more than just penis receptacles! And just when I thought I couldn't care any less…
- M
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