I don’t really have a problem with asking guys out. It’s pretty simple. You go up to them, compliment them on their shirt, and then say, “hey, let’s hang out sometime,” although who are we kidding — it usually comes out as: “Coffee? I like coffee. Do you like coffee? Tuesday. Let’s drink coffee on Tuesday. If you like coffee, too.” And after this initial conversation, awkward as it may be, the guy magically becomes putty in your bold, feminist hand. However, that’s where the fun ends. Nothing good has ever come of any of the relationships where I’ve been the instigator. Not to sound old – fashioned, but I think it upsets a natural (or at the very least, longstanding) balance of power. Also, I don’t want to be expected to pay for things as the pursuer. I’m no Romeo — I’m just Juliet in Romeo’s clothes.

But I get really frustrated when there’s someone I like, and I’m pretty sure likes me back, and he just won’t make a goddamn move. Read More »