Tag: Sex Wars

Seen SOTI:

Next up:  men-only gyms.  Also sports clubs, golf courses and social clubs, kinda like the way it used to be.

Hasten the day.

Because the hell with them.

Back in my yoot, I often made a play for a woman, and when met with the near-inevitable rebuff, I used to tease them by saying, “You know, if you don’t use it, it’s going to grow closed!”

All that said with complete ignorance of female physiology.  However:

Let’s be blunt: can a lack of sex hasten ‘vaginal atrophy’ or ‘shrinkage’ post-menopause? Yes, as it can contribute to a faster decline in vaginal elasticity.

Thank you, Science Boys, for coming to my rescue.

Of course, I hasten to add that my mocking comment never ever resulted in a change of decision by the lady thus addressed.  In fact, on one memorable occasion, I got this response:  “Well, I’d rather it grow closed than have sex with you!”

Women can be so cruel…

Well, here we are:

A bizarre new AI-powered dating service is sweeping across California college campuses by replacing endless swiping with computer-generated matchmaking that promises to find students more compatible dates.

Ditto, a startup founded in 2024 by former UC Berkeley students, is expanding rapidly after ditching the Tinder-style model in favor of an AI-driven system that pairs users based on their interests.

“For the past 20 years, we’ve connected in primitive ways,” Ditto says on its website. “But now … AI brings your ‘profiles’ to life as agents.”

Silly me, I thought that was the way Tinder paired people off, but I’ve been told that in fact it was other dating (“looking for a shag / partner”) websites (e.g. match.com, OKCupid, etc. ) which did that.

On a tangential note, I constantly thank goodness that I’m not part of the dating pool — never was, unless we’re talking about my teens and twenties, which are so far in the past that genealogists shudder.

Here’s a thought:  in Comments, imagine what my profile would read like in Ditto.  Be as graphic or insulting as you wish.

Here we go:

My old friend Richard Dorman* once described this wondrous female feature to me thus:

“Way I see it, old man, my job is to insert my tallywocker into the aperture provided, and commence the rocking movement for the next few minutes until the load is delivered.  Job done.  If she needs to activate her little switch to reach her own Special Moment, then it’s up to her to activate it.”

Try as I may, I can find no fault with his logic, cold as it may be.

And where would we be without !SCIENCE!, I ask.

*Dicky was an old colleague of mine back at the Great Big Research Company (Seffrican division).  He deserves, and will one day get, his own entry [sic]  on these pages.

In the first few months after I moved to the U.S., I remember asking a girl out on a date.  When she agreed, I asked where I could pick her up.

“I’ll meet you there,” was her response.

Needless to say, I was a little mystified.  “No, I don’t mind picking you up,” I insisted.

“Well, I’d feel more comfortable just driving to wherever we’ll be meeting up.”  Then she added, “That way, if we’re not having a good time, we’re each just free to go.”

Wow.  That was interesting, and very enlightening.  Basically, what she was doing was hedging her bets — and from her body language, the unspoken message was that she was likewise uncomfortable in having me learn where she lived.

Culture shock, on my part.

Faced with that rudeness, I’m afraid I was rude in return.  “Tell you what:  let’s just go in three cars, to make it even more inconvenient.”

Needless to say, nothing ever came of the whole thing.  I later learned that at the time I asked her out, she was a couple months pregnant.  Bullet, dodged.

So you can imagine my surprise when I read this little story:

“One of my rules is, if a man doesn’t at least offer to send you a car for the date, whether you take it or not, no date!” said Savannah Pagnozzi, a Big Apple lifestyle influencer. “No. Absolutely not. We don’t do that.”

Look, I get it, when it comes to NYfC.  It’s not the easiest place to get around — I mean, forget about driving anywhere, whether it’s to pick up your date or even to get to the rendezvous.  And I could certainly see getting a car (Uber, cab, whatever) to take you to her place to pick her up.  That’s the gentlemanly thing to do.  But what this NYfC bint wants is to have a chauffeured drive to the place and  — no doubt — another carriage to take Princess home as well.

The sheer effrontery of this, from a woman who is at best marginally attractive (in Manhattan;  in L.A. or Dallas, she wouldn’t get a second look) just takes my breath away.  No doubt, she’ll probably want to see a personal financial statement from him during that first date as well.

Ladies, just remember:  if you’re not bringing much to the party, so to speak, you’re not really in any position to make demands of a first date.  To be blunt, you have no room to feel entitled just because you have a vagina — and especially so if it’s a well-trodden path, so to speak.

As for the guys:  take a hard pass when you’re confronted by this kind of attitude.