When I was in my twenties, fresh out of university with an impressive list of degrees to my name and dumber than a box of hair, I was lucky enough to land a job at a glossy women’s magazine. Only the tea girl was lower in the pecking order than I was, but coming straight from the hallowed walls of my ivy league-ish university and having read every hard book ever written twice, I fancied myself to be rather smart, and also believed that I had something of great significance to contribute to our monthly features meetings where we (they) decided on the content of the next mag.
It took me about five minutes to realise that you can quote Germaine Greer till you’re eleventy shades of purple, but when it comes to men and courtship (yes, we are still in the fifties) well… we are still in the fifties. All that stuff about equality of the genders is deeply true and correct, but it doesn’t help a sister one smidgen of an iota when she is Dating Seriously and trying her damnedest to not fuck it up with The Guy.
Through the one decade older and entire lives wiser women I worked alongside I learnt some deeply important truths, truths that have, over the decades, proved themselves to be truly true. And their trueness is ridiculous because we should be above all this by now and able to be honest and upfront about what we want and how we feel. But, you know how little boys at playschool show up in their pyjamas and dribble and hit things while the girls wear matching outfits, have good hair and make complicated social arrangements? It kind of stays like that forever (sorry, boys, and also sorry for what’s about to come, I know you’ll tell me off properly in the comments section).
The truth is that, for the most part, we women meet a man and want to marry him and also breed by about next Thursday. Men, for the most part, are still wondering if it’s strictly necessary to change out of their pyjamas that day. Which is why, in the early days, we girls need to manage ourselves and our expectations of fledgling relationships if we don’t want said guy to run away crying in fear. And managing ourselves and the situation requires a bit of self-discipline, but is actually much easier to implement than one would expect. You just have to pretend you’re a character in a Jane Austen novel for a while and everything – including Mr Darcy – will go your way.
- WWJAD (What Would Jane Austen Do?)
What indeed (see, I knew all those hard books would pay off somehow in the end). What Jane definitely wouldn’t do is sleep over in the first few weeks. It’s soooo tempting because all that Mulderbosch and tomorrow’s Sunday and he made lamb shank for you and everything’s so cosy. This, by the way, does not mean not shagging. You can shag to your heart’s content (if you are a few weeks in, that is. Never, ever do that thing on the first or the second date. I promise. Take it from Jane). But staying the night is too familiar and what’s going to happen is that after coffee and a walk to the bakery the next morning the temptation to stay the day is going to be enormous and next thing you know three days will have passed and you’re still in his t-shirt, only he’s gotten a bit jittery and has developed a nervous tic and keeps gazing longingly out the window because The Spookery has set in and all he wants is to GET AWAY. Do not let things get to this point. Get in your car and go home directly after the shank and the shag. Even if he begs you to stay. If you absolutely must stay the night, leave very early next morning. Because you know better than him what he needs. Go! Voetsek! Hamba! And don’t phone him either. Stalk him on Facebook and go to bed.
Here’s what that is. On the whole, young men are not as eager to settle down as their female counterparts, ie within the first week of meeting. For this reason they tend to be skittish, excitable and easily spooked. These are the things that spook them:
- The idea that you might need them for anything, ever.
- The idea that their personal freedom might be curtailed in any minute way at any time in the near or distant future.
- The idea that somebody might make a suggestion regarding their laundry and/or personal hygiene/lifestyle/eating habits and that they will feel obliged to change some aspect of themselves.
But The Spookery is really easy to avoid. All you need to do is not be scary. Being scary is knitting toilet seat covers for his digs, being available to hang out with him all the time and sending whatsapps asking him where he is and why he hasn’t whatsapped you. This last thing is very, very spookery-inducing, so I’m going to devote a whole paragraph to that.
3. The WhatsApp Thing
This is a zone of pure treachery, as is the whole social media domain. How people remain in relationships and get married in this era of who-the-fucks-that-girl-in-the-pic and the damning two blue ticks is a mystery and a miracle to me. I can tell you for free that I would be single and living amongst cats had I been dating in the time of Facebook. Again, the rules are simple and have to be adhered to.
- you never send the first text. Let him send it. He needs to send it. If you don’t let him send it by sending yours first he’ll get confused. They are like that.
- you never send the last text. If he says, ‘cool! Look forward to seeing you!’ You don’t say, ‘yes! Will be so awesome! Look so forward to seeing you too! You’re so adorable! I love you and I want to marry you! xxxx.’ You don’t say that thing. You say this thing: ( ). Nought words. You think the other things, but you put your phone away, eat some raisins and go for a walk. He might check his phone and think, hmmm, she didn’t answer. Did I come on too strong? Am I too much? Does she even like me? LET HIM THINK THESE THINGS. If he’s a little unsure of you he’ll be much less likely to dribble and show up in his pyjamas, metaphorically speaking. Let him work for you. He wants to. He likes that. It’s his job.
- You never, ever send a second whatsapp. I’ve said this before here. If he doesn’t answer you, scream into your pillow, phone a friend, go for a run, slap yourself with a Havaiana but whatever you do, do not send a follow-up whatsapp. He will answer you in due course or he won’t. If no reply comes, he doesn’t like you enough. Move along swiftly and don’t humiliate yourself anymore.
4. Be a Green Birkin
Present yourself in increments. Like in the olden days, when you like the boy go slow. Not just for him, for you. This is not about giving up your power, it’s about stating your strength and acknowledging your independence and knowing that not for one second do you need a man to give your life meaning. It’s about not giving all your plans and your friends and everything else up the minute he crosses your threshold. We were all fed that nonsense about being half people without a man in our lives. And don’t berate yourself if you want to walk down the aisle so badly you can taste the tulle. It’s not a weakness, it’s just the way we were raised. But with all your being resist the urge to drop your life and move into his. Be who you were before you met him: fabulous and busy and a little bit unavailable. It’s the same with shoes and bags and apartments. The second you can’t have something that thing becomes insanely desirable. Remember that you are a rare creature of astounding magnificence, and any man would be deeply lucky to have you around, so don’t sell yourself cheap. Be that Birkin bag everybody wanted but nobody could buy. Allow him into your life. Take it from this lady who knows what she’s talking about.
18 thoughts on “How to Not Fuck it Up When You Meet a Guy You Like”
Another insightful and thoroughly entertaining read. Thank you.
May I respectfully suggest that we all read “Dear Men of South Africa” in conjunction with “How not to F*^# it up” both written by Susan to understand that indeed we are different, in so many ways, but mostly in the interface between femininity and masculinity – which is what makes our worlds so intriguing. The moment we argue that feminism is about similarity as opposed to equality we are truly f*^#ing it up.
Absolutely true. Every woman needs to live by these points. So admire your writing. Having a good giggle over this one !! Keep them coming.
Just forwarded this to my 34 year old daughter. I’ve been trying to tell her this for so long. Why can’t some girls not figure this out for themselves?
ha ha, thank you! It’s not easy to implement, and I’ve made every mistake in the book, believe me.
This is so true, and also so much easier said than done!! Great read x
I kept saying that to the friend I wrote this for: I can only be this clever because it’s not me doing the dating :-)
Yeah at times when I’ve thought to myself Do Not send a second text, I’ve ended up sending five. And it never ends well. Craziness!
Oh how I wish I had known this in my twenties. Genius!
Me too :-(
I know these rules can be important when dating but they are still “rules”, suggestive of a “game”. If it’s the right guy, there would be no need to play by any rules. the right guy (or gal) will find you awesome in all your imperfections. All my dating “rules” went out the window when I met my husband. Hope that’s encouraging for some.
Jip Susan, this is spot-on, great insight! I don’t know why we were made this way, and things are just what they are, but the bit on The Spookery is soooo very true. Well worded and believe me I sometimes wished that The Spookery did not settle in, but once it’s there, it’s a killer.
Ha ha! Thanks for the confirmation. I’ve spent a lot of time over the years chatting to men (including my husband) about how and why this happens. I hear stories that make me shudder. And of course it happens with women too, but I think only when she’s not that into him. With guys there’s a switch that seems to go from totally-into-her to get-her-the-hell-away. Eekness. Thank God I’m 45 and not 25 anymore! xxx
Ooh meisiekind, this time you’ve outdone yourself! How old are you? 500, to have picked up so much wisdom?
Jane Austen and all the Brontës are high-fiving each other, beaming that finally somebody from the former Commonwealth got it.
Sigh … men are so easy to read (which is why literate women do so well.) Be slightly unavailable, a bit mysterious and they’re lapping at your (pedicured) toes. This is how smart women deal with little boys in pajamas.
Ha ha! Funny you. I’m 45 but feel 500 sometimes :-) Thank you for the sweet words.
Absolutely brilliant, and SO true. I could not agree more, even if it is Mr. Right!
Would love to read an article written by a man advising men on “How to Not Fuck it Up When You Meet a Woman You Like” :)
Sending this to my daughter who is making too many excuses for the bad behaviour of an ex 👍