Is Dating A Socially Acceptable Form Of Prostitution?
We’re going to go back to the mountains for this one…
My friend and I were at the lounge again having a drink (that’s all there really was to do at the resort) and engaging in another long discussion about life, politics, and other bullsh*t half-drunk people talk about. This conversation happened to be about dating.
She asked me “why do guys feel like you should get sex for taking a woman to dinner? What happened to being a gentleman? You act like you’re paying for p*ssy.”
Half-jokingly I replied, “That’s because we are.”
I gave a chuckle and thought back to an episode of “The Boondocks” that I saw (funny sh*t). Granddad was taking a prostitute out to dinner and Riley and Huey were debating if the girl was a ho because Granddad was paying.
- Huey: “You’re not paying her. You’re paying the restaurant.”
- Riley: “But I’m payin’, and if I’m payin’, she’s a ho.”
That begs the question: Are the traditional dating rules just a socially acceptable form of prostitution?
I’m not saying that any woman that lets a guy take her out on the town is a prostitute. What I’m saying is you compared dating and the adult film industry, dating would be like soft porn and the XXX stuff prostitution. Not a direct match, but both show some skin and the general movements are the same.
Guys will take a young lady out to enjoy her company, get to know her, and share a good time…in hopes of having sex in the (hopefully, not too distant) future; let’s just be real – we grown folks in here. The two will talk over dinner and directly or indirectly “negotiate” what will happen. Terms can be discussed (standard, oral,…anal) and depending on how good the conversation and dinner are, the guy might receive the services he’s “paid” for.
Short version: fellas, you’re paying for it…whether it’s dinner and a movie or a quick romp in the back seat of your car from a “professional woman.”
It shouldn’t be seen like that, but that’s how it is. I won’t mislead you with Steve Harvey or Oprah-like tip toeing around the issue. Ladies, please don’t get offended. Fellas, don’t act like you’ve never had this conversation with your boys in barbershops and sports bars in just about every city in America. I’ve been involved in a lot of conversations with fellas about this very subject. Often times it ends with a guy saying that he’d be perfectly fine just giving the girl the money and having sex rather than pay for dinner and a movie and play “cat and mouse” in HOPES of having sex later.
When did this dating shift happen? Is it because of the perceived value women place on money? The perceived value men place on sex?
Should we add another rule to The Rules of Dating that unless a woman is willing to have sex, the two should split the bill? Ladies, do you do that already, just to make sure there’s no misunderstanding if you’re definitely not interested in sex? Just something to think about.
Back to the lounge. We were ready to leave so I asked for the check. As I reached for my wallet, she snatched the check from my hand, pulled out some cash and gave it to our server.
She winked at me and said, “I’m payin’…so you know what you gotta do when we get back to the room.”
Treated me like a $2 ho. That’s just wrong
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He had you all fooled into thinking he was all about zipper pants, glittery gloves and wearing white socks with everything. People talk about MJ because of child molestation accusations, Bubbles, carrying around a grown man like a 3-year-old (what ever happened to Emanuel Lewis?), or his battles with Vitiligo (hey, give him a break). But Michael Jackson was about his business; his business just happened to be music. In watching the film, I learned that Michael Jackson knew what a lot of us so-called business types still have failed to learn:
last album flopped; yeah, it flopped to about 13 million sales worldwide. Most artists would dream to “flop” an album like that. His best-selling album was Thriller, which did well over 100 million in sales world-wide.
Her side. She made half the bed. How in the f*ck do you make half a bed?



