Wrebellion

For the first time in his life, my friend Evan is interested in a relatively nice girl who is also interested in him. (Note that there are three important details in that sentence. He's had two at a time before, but never all three at once.) Thursday night, he and I were lounging on the floor of my dorm room, discussing the rather incomprehensible female mind. In the course of our discussion, he announced that he will never ask a girl before kissing her, or doing anything else, for that matter, and he'll never apologize if he does something she's not comfortable with.

His reasoning was simple: First, girls don't like a guy who asks. Second, you get more if you don't ask, anyway.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's right. Nevertheless, I don't think I'll ever kiss a girl without asking.

Why?

Because it's a demonstration of respect. Because it shows that she is more important than the physical enjoyment for which I could use her. If that's a turn-off to most girls, then I guess I'm not interested in most girls.

I, Wry, am carrying out a disorganized, mostly improvised rebellion against the things I dislike about the dating process. I don't really have any sort of revolutionary new philosophy or guiding principle that makes me act all weird. I just don't like what I see around me, and I'm trying to be different.