Today, a friend on Facebook mentioned that he went
to lunch with a female friend and it didn't go well. More
about that at the end of the blog.
I
remember a few specific incidents, both early in my life and very
recently that point out something about certain types of people. Me
being one of those types, and others being the other type. Knowing who you are, and who you are dealing with is key to managing these types of situations.
We all had dates and girlfriends in high school, of varying degrees and seriousness. Some of us had more of those, and it came easy to us. Some, it did not.
One
of my friends in high school had a tough time finding his way in that
respect. He wasn't a jock. He wasn't great looking. He wasn't especially
funny, but he was--and still is--super smart, a great guy and friend.
Certainly, his friends that knew him, and still know him, know he is fun
to be around and certainly worth your time. But in terms of getting
girls, that didn't really mean jack squat in high school. He sort of reminded me or Rattner in Fast Times In Ridgemount High.
So, Grade 12 had rolled around and I don't think he'd had a girlfriend yet. Or even any dates.
Then
came Grade 13. Another friend (more like the Damone character in Fast Times), who didn't have any of those problems
with girls, had a real fantastically hot girlfriend who had a friend who
was just about the total opposite. To say she was unattractive would be
flattering to this girl. But, as Kenny Rogers said in "The Coward of
The County"...'there's someone for everyone.' As I remember it, they all
hung out together one night at the arcade, which was the cool place to
hang out that year or two. Then there was a double date after that, and
my friend ended up dating this girl.
We
were all happy for him. He was a good guy and he deserved to have his
share. He seemed happy. She was happy. He treated her well, and she made
him feel good about himself, a confidence he carried forward in future encounters with the opposite sex. Everybody was happy.
As
high school romances go, it petered out in a few months. We got around
to talking about it...and her..and he mentioned that he realized that
she was not Miss America. But he was happy. Everyone has to start
somewhere.
I remember at one point,
he did ask me what I thought about her. I remember saying something
about that she was a nice girl. He didn't ask about her looks, and I
didn't mention it. We were both happy to avoid that topic.
When we talk about it these days, the word dog comes up. It didn't then. He didn't ask. I didn't tell.
A
few years ago, I was at a party with a girlfriend. One of her male
friends was dating a new girl, and my girlfriend asked me what I thought
about her. I was pretty direct and flip when I said: "there isn't
enough money in the world to pay me to date her." But the guy liked her and they seemed happy and got along well. Did I say anything to him or his date
about that? Certainly not. Would I have if he had asked me? Probably
not. I didn't know him anyway. But my girlfriend knew me and she was
shocked when I whispered that in her ear. She said "you are bad, that is
a terrible thing to say." So, I asked her what she thought about the
girl? She looked at me, and without saying a word, I knew she was
thinking exactly the same thing. The only difference was that I would
say it, and she wouldn't. But, only to each other. No harm done.
Eventually,
the guy broke up with the woman, and the topic has never come up. Nor
should it. He liked her. That was enough for him. What I think about her is neither here nor there. I am sure there have been lots of women who thought that about me. Or some guys who didn't see much attractiveness in some of my girlfriends. I am fine with that. And I have never asked.
Then, a few months ago
I was playing Lexulous with a woman who was somewhat entertaining, yet
very sensitive. She was a good player, maybe not as good as me, but
capable enough to beat me once in a while. In this particular game, she
was close to beating me. Then, she made a foolish play, and she even
mentioned it in a comment. She actually phrased it as a question.
"I probably shouldn't have done that, should I?"
So, I replied.
"I probably shouldn't have done that, should I?"
So, I replied.
"What can I say? It was a really bad move."
To which she replied, "Well, you don't have to be so rude about it."
She promptly deleted the game and she was gone for good.
The
point of those examples is that, pretty much, people aren't stupid. If
your girlfriend is not attractive you know that. You don't need others
to tell you. If you play a stupid move in Lexulous, you know you did
that. Nobody really needs to discuss it. But if you ask, some people are
going to answer honestly. Others won't. But in most cases, the person
on the other end would just rather not be asked. Don't ask. Don't tell.
If
you don't want it to be a topic of conversation then don't bring it up.
That is the best way to avoid it. If you start asking about it, then
trouble will follow. Avoid trouble. Or, accept that you brought it on
yourself.
Now, back to the example from this morning.
The
guy got to the restaurant first. Then the woman showed up. She had just
gotten her hair cut. Apparently, it was an awful haircut. The kind you
wear a hat to cover up until it grows out and you can get it re-cut. She
knew it was bad. Certainly. But, she asked the guy anyway. Put him in a
bad position. So, he told her how bad it was.
She got offended and stormed out of the restaurant. I am guessing that the friendship is now over.
Could he have handled it better? Sugarcoated it a bit? Maybe. But what would you do?
Really,
the problem rests with the person who asks. If you put someone on the
spot, then you are asking for trouble. And you will get it.
There
is some sensitivity involved, but you can only be so sensitive. Not to
the point that you will lie when asked a direct question. If you don't
want the answer, don't ask the question. Especially to someone who isn't likely to humor you. Someone like me. When you ask someone like me a question, you are likely to get an honest answer. An answer you may not like. Even though you know that answer already yourself.
If you
know your friend is the type of person...the type of person I am, you
know not to ask them a question like that. If you are the type of person
who can't handle the truth like that, the brutal truth, then even more
reason not to ask.
But if you ask, you are likely to get told. So, don't ask, don't tell. And everybody stays happy.
Except
when you look in the mirror, and your haircut still sucks. Mirrors
don't care. They just tell the truth. Without being asked.
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