Love and stupidity

I am going to go out on a limb and say that pretty much all young men are assholes when it comes to getting laid, and most young girls are complete idiots when they are falling in love. Some of them are even aware of this, but somehow various combinations of hormones, alcohol and blind optimism keep them going right on down the same paths.
Take my friend, who for the sake of this blog we’ll call ‘my silly friend’. She has got herself into an idiotic ‘flirty friends that aren’t quite dating’ situation (her words, not mine) and refuses to take any of my fine, hard-won, gin-tinged advice.
My advice, of course, being DTMFA (with respect to Dan Savage).
The background: girl meets boy. Girl likes boy and thinks he is quite cute but, after a long conversation in a bar, maybe a little dull. Girl gets a little drunk at said bar and decides to give him a kiss goodnight anyway. End of story, for a while.
Girl and boy bump into each other at a few social events, and boy seems to be being very, very flirty. Girl things this could be fun and agrees to go on what she thinks is a date. Boy brings a friend. Oh, clearly not a date then. The sudden slap of rejection does what slaps often do to women and turns her on like crazy (fuck off, Mothers Against Domestic Violence, you know that isn’t what I mean). A series of not-really dates follows, with varying levels of flirting. She tries being cool, being unavailable, being very flirtatious, being quite ridiculously flirtatious and mentioning other men she is dating. He seems to be doing all of the same things (except the men part. That would be a different problem). What we have here is a failure to communicate. More to follow.