Monday, 11 April 2005

Dinner is not (always) a date

Dan Drezner links a New York Times Style section piece that Will Baude rightly characterizes as “bizarre” on something called a “man date”—or, at least, something that isn’t really called that, since the reporter made up the term. (Compared to Mitch Albom, Ms. Lee is a piker.)

Perhaps the most bizarre part is the coinage of calling it a “date”—the only sort of non-romantic dates I’ve ever heard of before involve people under the age of 10, and even the term “play date” sounds fundamentally stupid to me. I’ve certainly had dinner with people and been confused about whether or not it was actually a date, but I have never experienced that confusion at dinner with someone I wasn’t interested in romantically.

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Let’s see, at the last SPSA meeting, Chris and I had several one-on-one meals and a “romantic” stroll through the French Quarter (if by romantic you mean looking for gifts for my wife and daughters and trying to find a bar with good draft beer and few tourists).

OK Chris…I want a ring…it’s time to buy the cow!

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