I understand it may have been a flattering gesture, but don’t reward a man with attention and praise for foolishness.' Now, if he has no problem affording lavish gifts, that’s another story.
It feels different, because it feels more like I’m rejecting a person, well, personally, rather than saying they aren’t the right fit or we had more qualified applicants. I do indeed think the etiquette for rejection in different in these two situations: It’s much more acceptable not to reply to messages from would-be suitors on online dating sites than it is for employers not to reply to job applicants.
A man who is overly concerned with himself and his material things has no room to value you. Just because a man is good-looking, wears a shiny new suit, sports some Now and Later gators, drives a shiny new car, and profiles a new Rolex on his wrist does not mean he is a good man.
As a matter of fact, that’s usually the joker who can’t rub two nickels together.
Then there's what Ron's story tells us about online dating etiquette, lynch mobs, the subculture of Queensland-based boys-only and girls-only groups, each of them with their own staunch, binary gender identities; a peek inside these rooms with their leaders and snitches and confessions and sworn loyalty.
So I hadn’t really come to grips with my age at all; it had ricocheted up and down, reflecting the person I was with.
For one thing, people used to stay married; they weren’t out in the jungle, searching for romance.
Besides, these women just looked so ancient – permed hair, beige cardis.
They’d long ago hung up their spurs and mutated into pensioners.
In fact, I couldn’t imagine them ever having had any sex, ever.