Now that you’re set to go on a date, here are some still-existing first date theories.
One of the oft-repeated commandments of the first date is to apparently not consume garlic. Or onions. Or foods that have the ability to drip on your clothes, elbows, face and stain your teeth like you’ve been chewing pan masala all your life. If you’re a woman reading this, don’t order a salad. Because you don’t want men to think you “diet” (read high-maintenance). But don’t order the chef’s special cheesy lasagna, because you also don’t want men to think that you’re an expert chowhound and can eat more than them. Don’t complain, or wear revealing clothes, or get emotional (no tears).
If you’re what they call a man, please don’t ask your companion if she’s “one of those feminists?” What does that even mean? And don’t keep expecting her to talk, but at the same time don’t grill her like you’re a popular TV anchor who shouts people down. Practice in front of a mirror, perhaps? Please don’t tell us you’re nervous; we only prefer confident men. These are just the common apprehensions. One of my colleagues came up with a “never order fish on a date,” and I still don’t know why.
Here’s assuming the date went well. The polite thing would be to text the date and tell him/her that it went well and you’d like to hangout again sometime. However, industry experts reckon that it’s better to give it two days to a week before attempting contact. You don’t want to seem overeager. After you’ve read other such painstakingly manicured instructions to a T, throw out the manual and script a new one. May the 14th be with you!
(This is the second of a two-part column.)
Part 1: >The love game
