Men Without Mileage & the Geography of Desperation

Oh modern dating. Nothing like the cinematic meet cutes Hollywood raised us on, but entertaining nonetheless.

Recently, a man kept hitting up my friend to go all the way to Whistler. If you immediately thought of nose kisses in the snow et cocoa moustaches near the fire, I fear I’m going to have to kill that fantasy for you. 

You see, even though she lives alll the way downtown Vancouver, this Whistler invite was for one night only et romcom behaviour was not on the menu. 

It reminded me of a guy who kept inviting me over from across the city—in the dead of winter—but offered zero solutions when I asked how I was supposed to get there. His only response: “I don’t drive.”

In the middle of my homegirl et I wondering out loud “why do these men even think to ask?” It hit me, because they would.

Although women have long been the subjects of sexual shaming, it’s men who seem to operate on little to no self-respect at all. They don’t see an issue with sex after being ghosted for months, or crossing the seven suburban seas for it, because they. would. Even when they “respect” the woman, if she invited them over on the first meet, they’d still show up—no hesitation, no dignity, no Uber contribution, et sometimes, no protection(!!!)

At least voluntary sex workers are getting something out of it. They take on the shame but leave with a check. A lot of guys just slang their dicks around for the thrill of it all, mistaking access for accomplishment.

Maybe if women understood that these men don’t even respect themselves, they’d feel less insulted by their half-brained suggestions et warped sense of romance.