Recently a brother in one of my Facebook groups stated that he had a “three-date rule.”
According to him, any girl who “doesn’t give up the panties by the third date” is automatically cut from his “dating rotation.” His rationale? Any woman who doesn’t put out by the third date is a waste of his time and money.
I don’t know what ran me hotter – his asinine policy or the fact that women in the group cosigned it. What is it about taking a woman out a few times for a dinner and a movie that makes this brother believe he has the right to dictate when (much less if) she should have sex with him?
My Facebook friend (and other morons like him) better recognize:
(1) A date is just a date; nothing more, nothing less. If and when it ever becomes more than that, I’ll let you know. Not the other way around.
(2) An upgrade in our sexual status does not come automatically. Sure, you were feeling me. You had the good sense to ask me out. You even shelled out a few bucks. Goody for you. However, asking me out and spending your little change does not immediately get you an upgrade for sexual healing.
(3) Sex with me is not on demand or driven by some juvenile dating policy. Unless, of course, we’re following my demands and my policy.
(4) Alphanista that I am, if I felt you enough I would have asked you out first. In which case, I would have no need to make this rant.
Bottom line, a woman’s personal decision about what does or does not go on between her legs is just that: HER. PERSONAL. DECISION. Last time I checked each and every woman above the age of consent is autonomous.
That means we’re self-contained and self-directed. Our freedom of choice encompasses every area of our life – and covers every inch of our body.