As some of you may know, I am in the advice business. This means I read a lot of advice columns—agreeing with most, and getting annoyed by others (Cary Tennis—cut to the m'fcking chase already!). But today I read a column by Carolyn Hax that had such a little gem of wisdom I need to call it out and give it a gold star. Or, barring any gold stars, my friend Jules suggested we print it on a laminated card and hand it out to all men between the ages of 16 and 55.
This week Hax heard from a guy who'd slept with a girl on their first date. Though he really liked her and had a good time, he had decided he wasn't going to see her again because there was nothing left to look forward to. (Asshole!) I thought Hax might use this opportunity to remind women not to sleep with men on the first date, so I was preemptively annoyed. But nope. She did the right thing and suggested he pull his head out of his own ass and go out with her again, to see if they had anything worth pursuing:
I guess I just believe in leaving as little wreckage in one's wake as possible, and this way, one person isn't left thinking, "S/he saw me naked and ran as fast as s/he could." There's no need to leave someone feeling cheap or stupid when you have a chance to prevent it just by giving somebody a chance.
Thank you, Carolyn Hax. Fun-haver girl who slept with this jackass—run! Run like the wind!
(And, no, this post has nothing to do with Vincent Gallo, but he seems like the kind of guy who'd do something like that.)