Yeah

Yeah, this is about how good I was at picking up hints when I was younger.

My brain just doesnโ€™t operate that way. I canโ€™t speak for everyone, but in my experience a lot of menโ€™s brains donโ€™t, especially those who are attempting not to be presumptuous of womenโ€™s consent. (Which is a good thing to do and to be, I might add, before any of the โ€œpoor reading comprehensionโ€ tribe comes out of the woodwork.)

So itโ€™s a bit of a no-win situation: either you have to somehow magically know these social cues (that no one teaches you), but if you fail at doing so then you are either made fun of or demonized.

I know, I know, it makes me a terrible person and so so evil, but I had and have sympathy for the Elevatorgate guy because when I ask someone if they want coffee, I mean, โ€œWould you like some coffee?โ€ Though I never wouldโ€™ve asked anyone in an elevator. That I think he was wrong about, completely.

It wasnโ€™t until years (years!) later that I figured out that a female friend of mine wasnโ€™t just coming around to โ€œlisten to music.โ€

She was probably equally confused about why I never even attempted to kiss her or anything.

It was because I had no fucking clue. None.

And there is no way to win even talking about this, because doing so makes me a โ€œnice guyโ€ or a potential rapist, but ask me if I give a fuck.

Answer: no. No I do not.

I donโ€™t think menโ€™s problems or concerns should be at the top of anyoneโ€™s lists of problems to solve. But pretending that the world can be mended by fixing only one set or side of problems is just daft, and wrong.