A guest post by Travis Bullington
Guys and girls are different. Did I just blow your mind with this original insight?
But seriously, guys and girls are different.Â If we were the same, I would have them figured out by now, and some of my last relationships might have ended differently.
Let me give you an example of one of the differences. I usually know what day of the week it is. Today is Friday. That means Iâ€™ll have some time to myself tomorrow. Maybe Iâ€™ll take my Australian shepherd Cody to the dog park or clean up around the house. But I couldnâ€™t tell you off the top of my head if tomorrow is a major holiday or a friendâ€™s birthday. This lack of knowledge about the significance of a day can get a guy into trouble. Girls also know what day it is, but they use a different system.
I met a girl in college who weâ€™ll call Leah. From what I could tell in the class we had together, Leah was attractive, fun, and had a good sense of humor. One particular evening, I had nothing to do, so I decided to give Leah a call and see if she wanted to grab some food with me.Â Thatâ€™s the wording I used too:
â€œDo you want to go get some food with me?â€
Not the most charming or romantic invitation, I admit, but what I had in mind was a casual hangout with a cool girl who I didnâ€™t know too terribly well. But I knew her well enough to be interested in getting to know her better. You know what I mean. I didnâ€™t have a marriage proposal in my pocket, but she wasnâ€™t some random girl at a bar or coffee shop.
She agreed to dinner and asked what time I was going to pick her up. Her house was on my way so I didnâ€™t think much of this carpooling. We chose a time, and I went back to goofing off with my buddies at the dorm. A few hours later, I pulled into her driveway. I donâ€™t remember exactly what I was wearing, but itâ€™s safe to say I was dressed in jeans, flip flops, and maybe a button up shirt and a fleece jacket.
She was wearing high heels.
She looked great. She also looked way overdressed for both myself and for the other people eating at Gusâ€™s Good Times Deli.
Now, I will put the quality of Gusâ€™s sandwiches up against the food at the fanciest restaurant. The atmosphere, not so much: old linoleum flooring, the same hard booths that have been there for twenty years, and Gus in his stained Polo without the buttons. Though I could make the argument that the atmosphere has its own grungy kind of charm, that charm adds exactly zero to the romantic experience.
Then again, a romantic experience wasnâ€™t what I had in mind when I invited Leah.
We had a good time. The conversation never lagged. She laughed at my jokes or at least pretended to laugh. The only awkwardness came when Gus asked why a pretty girl like her had gone out with a slob like me. He also mentioned that he was honored I had brought her there. Thanks, pal.
The evening ended, and I took Leah home. It wasnâ€™t until the next day when I was talking to another female friend of mine that I heard about how excited Leah had been about our date. I didnâ€™t know we had gone out on a date.Â I didnâ€™t know that Iâ€™d asked Leah to get food on Valentineâ€™s Day. I had no clue. It had been just another Tuesday to me.
I have since learned my lesson. I now check to make sure that Hallmark hasnâ€™t charged a particular day with significance before I make plans with a girl. Yes, I still have to make plans with girls. You can guess how things turned out with Leah and me.
She married a guy who shares her grasp on the Hallmark schedule.