Honestly, this weird dichotomy of “playing hard to get” and expecting the guy to make a move after being told no is in the process of dying, but it could go faster.
I often wonder how much slut shaming has to do with women who expect/want this sort of behavior from men. Does it make them feel like they aren’t “responsible” for the sexual encounter if the guy is pushy, therefore they aren’t a slut?
I’ve always wondered about it since I hated pushy dudes when I was still dating. My husband had excellent manners and etiquette, that’s what initially attracted me to him, so this one is a mystery.
Maybe one day someone can figure it out and explain it to me.
My husband and I met at a friend’s house and both ended up staying the night. The friend went up to his room, my husband set up the pull out couch for me to lay on… and then went to go sleep on the recliner. It was fucking adorable and I’m pretty sure that right there was the moment I decided he needed to be mine. I laughed at him and told him he needed to get his ass over to the bed because there was no way we weren’t going to at least cuddle after making eyes at each other for 6 hours straight, lol.
Respect is fucking hot. I don’t understand guys who don’t get that, or women who don’t think the same way.
You did the right thing.
Honestly, this weird dichotomy of “playing hard to get” and expecting the guy to make a move after being told no is in the process of dying, but it could go faster.
I often wonder how much slut shaming has to do with women who expect/want this sort of behavior from men. Does it make them feel like they aren’t “responsible” for the sexual encounter if the guy is pushy, therefore they aren’t a slut?
I’ve always wondered about it since I hated pushy dudes when I was still dating. My husband had excellent manners and etiquette, that’s what initially attracted me to him, so this one is a mystery.
Maybe one day someone can figure it out and explain it to me.
My husband and I met at a friend’s house and both ended up staying the night. The friend went up to his room, my husband set up the pull out couch for me to lay on… and then went to go sleep on the recliner. It was fucking adorable and I’m pretty sure that right there was the moment I decided he needed to be mine. I laughed at him and told him he needed to get his ass over to the bed because there was no way we weren’t going to at least cuddle after making eyes at each other for 6 hours straight, lol.
Respect is fucking hot. I don’t understand guys who don’t get that, or women who don’t think the same way.