Tag: relationships

nix the neg

Last Friday I was meeting a friend at Gansevoort Park Avenue. She was running late so I decided to grab a martini across the street at Les Halles while I waited for her. I sat there alone for a while, only me and one other patron at the bar, when a man approached me. He said to me, “Is that a headband?” pointing to my forehead (see first photo above).

“Yes?” I answered, unsure as to whether there was also a parrot sitting on my head.

“Why are you wearing it,” he asked, “does it soak up sweat?”

Instantly annoyed by this drunken d-bag, I answered, “I’m sure it could.” Right then my friend arrived.

He continued, “Ask your friend if she understands the headband.”

“I’ll ask her and I’ll get back to you,” I told him and turned my back to him.

He left for a few minutes and then, luckily for me, he returned. “You look like Rambo,” he said.

“Did you come over here just to insult me?” I asked.

“No, no,” he answered, “I love Rambo. All guys idolize Rambo. So, like, we love girls that look like Rambo. Can I buy you a drink?”

“That means you’re gonna stay and talk which is not the desired outcome right now.”

So the guy finally scurried away and the bartender came up to me and asked me what the guy said to me. I said I couldn’t believe it, “He literally came over here to both insult me and hit on me.”

The bartender said, “I thought that’s what he did. You know, there’s actually a term for his pick up technique.”

That was a technique?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered, “it’s called Negging, where a guy approaches you and picks on an insecurity, making you vulnerable, and then hits on you.”

My girlfriend and I were so shocked we couldn’t stop laughing. We had never heard of this technique, let alone, known that there’s a coined term for it.

“It doesn’t really work on smart girls,” said the bartender. Damn right.

We finished our drinks and headed over to Gansevoort. After a few minutes there, another guy approached us. We chatted for a few minutes when he brought up the subject of Thailand. My friend said, “Oh! Nina is from Thailand.”

“Oh really?” He asked and we started talking about how much we love it there.

“It’s funny,” he said, “there are so many beautiful women in Thailand, but they really don’t export there women do they?” I cocked my head, I was a little bit drunk, and needed to process what he just said. “You never see any beautiful Thai women outside of Thailand,” he added.

I had no words for this comment but my friend pointed to him and said, “You’re negging aren’t you!”

It was a night of meeting complete d-bags. I couldn’t believe some of the stuff the men were saying. When I got home I decided to google the term, negging, and couldn’t believe all the links that came up. Urban dictionary defines it as:

It’s a way to pick up girls. How it works is you use remarks to tap into female insecurity; Shake their confidence. Neg is a negative remark wrapped in a back-handed compliment. So your neg will confuse and intrigue them and maybe even shake their confidence a little bit, but only enough for them to fall from the clouds and be interested in talking to you. Its way to get through their defenses at bars and such.

I’ll admit, the one thing that my girlfriends and I most often say is lacking after a sparkless date is the banter. I have a very sarcastic sense of humor and I love someone who can give it back to me. Women also want someone to challenge them. We don’t want a spineless guy who says, “Whatever you want, Dear.” If I’m wrong, I want you to tell me I’m wrong. If I just made the lamest joke ever, feel free to call me out on it.

But this negging thing is something else completely from the banter we crave. Unless these losers, who need to refer to a Neil Strauss book to pick up a girl, are executing the technique all wrong. I think there was some confusion when they read the book. There is a huge difference between flirting and insulting, yet it also lies very closely on opposite sides of a fine line. If that makes any sense. I can see how negging could work, if done correctly. Saying, “Oh my god, did you just say cool beans? Who says that?” That is acceptable. Because it’s something stupid that I sometimes say and I have no idea why and I should be called out on it. Saying, “Why are you wearing that headband? You look like Rambo.” This, this does not work. Ever.

So until you guys have perfected the technique, I’d say play it safe and stick with the flattery. Or, of course, the tried and true, “Can I buy you a drink?”

dating, according to Seinfeld

I was watching Seinfeld last night and it was the episode where George tells Jerry that he’s got a date. Jerry asked George how Susan, a woman who he is seeing, would feel about that. George, oblivious, asked why she would care. Jerry explains that he’s been seeing her for a while and it might not be ok to be seeing other people. George still seems perplexed by this so Jerry says, “Well let me ask you something, how often do you guys talk? On the regular?”

“No,” George answers, “just about 5 times a week.”

“And are Saturday plans implied or do you have to ask?”

“Well, um, uh, they’re implied,” George admits.

“And what about your medicine cabinet? Is there anything of hers in there?”

“Well, just some moisturizer and stuff,” George answers.

“And what about Tampax, George? Is there Tampax in your apartment?” Jerry asks.

“Well, uh,….. yeah,” George grudgingly answers.

“Then it’s official,” Jerry says, “she’s your girlfriend.”

I was skyping with my sister last night and we were pondering the same topic. When does a guy become your boyfriend? Officially, we mean. Is it implied after a certain amount of time? And how long? Or does there have to be a talk?” I was seeing a guy for 5 months and never once was it assumed that he was my boyfriend, which was a good thing, since a girlfriend was the last thing he wanted. If I’m going by Jerry Seinfeld’s definition of a girlfriend, well, I haven’t talked to someone on the regular, had implied weekend dates, or left any of my personal belongings at someone’s apartment in 4 years.

(Leaving stuff on purpose to have an excuse to call them doesn’t count. That confirms you’re not a girlfriend).

500 Days of Summer

I finally saw 500 Days of Summer during one of my sick days. I love watching movies without having seen previews or knowing the storyline because I have no expectations. I remember hearing some say, “Don’t watch it. It’s so sad,” and others saying, “It’s refreshing to see a real depiction of relationships and not the romantic stuff that never happens in real life.” The plot is summarized as “an offbeat romantic comedy about a woman who doesn’t believe true love exists, and the young man who falls for her.”

My roommate didn’t think it was realistic, that not many girls would be as disinterested in finding love as Zooey Deschanel’s character. Aside from not believing that anyone would turn down someone who looks like Joseph Gordon-Levitt and dressed in cute vests and ties like his character, Tom Hansen, I thought the movie was a great depiction of love and heartbreak. I loved the scene where Tom was dancing in the streets after having sex with Summer for the first time. Who hasn’t unknowingly smiled the entire day and wished they could high five everyone who passed them after great sex with a crush? And after a bad day where he’s on the streets in his bathrobe after buying whiskey and ding dongs and he yells at the couple holding hands to get a room. Who hasn’t wished happy couples could disappear for your sake and only allowed to return when you’re having a better day?

And I loved the line where Tom’s little sister tells him, “I know you think she was the one but I don’t think she was. I think you’re only remembering the good stuff.” It is much easier to get over someone when you take off the pedestal glasses and admit that it wasn’t perfect. Ok, I won’t spoil any more of the movie for you. I’ll just say that I think it’s a great movie for anyone who has stopped believing in love. Relationships aren’t all kissing in the rain and riding off in the sunset. You’re bound to get your heartbroken at least once and chances are you’re only remembering the good stuff.

the rules…

It’s been 2 months now since The Boy and I ended things. I had a hard time with it at first. We had spent so much time together, how is it that all of a sudden we cut off all communication? I felt like I had lost a great friend. To make it worse, everything reminded me of him. I would bike down to the park to be active and try to get my mind off him, except that the park was near his apartment and I would have mini panic attacks that I would see him. Even the subway ride made me think of him and I would have to consciously remember to get off at my stop and not his. But as time went on it became less of an effort to forget him and I found that I was actually enjoying myself again, not “trying to enjoy myself.”

My friends had asked me why I took the breakup so hard, technically he wasn’t even my boyfriend. I did genuinely care for him but I think the rejection, in itself, is hard to take. Why does yet another guy not want me? Is there something wrong with me? Like a child who’s had her toy taken away before she was done playing with it, I wanted to snatch him back and say, “I’m not done with you yet.” I read in this month’s Women’s Health that being rejected by someone can make you want them even more, for the sake of attaining the person, not actually wanting to be with the person. New research in Psychological Science read:

People who tried to win a prize and failed were willing to pay extra to get it. But when they tried again to win it and succeeded, 78 percent chose to trade it away. The findings ring true for love: If you’re pining for a person who rejected you, you may not be as happy as you think you’d be if reconciliation were possible.

I found this to be true in my case as well. I wasn’t necessarily the happiest I could be with him, but God dammit, I wanted him to want me. As more time went by I became angry, if not with him, then with myself. Why did I accept the bare minimum from him? Do I not deserve more? I decided that I do. I also decided that I’m wasting too much time on men, undeserving ones. So I made a pact that I wasn’t going to date. No men in my life = no distractions, no mental anguish. Men do this all the time. They set a goal and they put their blinders on. If they say they’re not going to date anyone until their acting career picks up, they mean it. Women on the other hand say this but we never like to stand in the way of fate. Like if we say, “I’m going to focus on school right now,” but if someone sweet, and charming, and extremely handsome comes into our lives… I mean…we’re not gonna say no…

But the trouble is that it wasn’t someone sweet, charming, and extremely handsome that was coming into my life and distracting me from my goals. It’s someone who’s selfish, thoughtless, and unworthy (hiding behind a handsome face). I decided that I wanted more. So I instated a No Dating Rule, effective May 20th, 2010. I am only open for friendship and anyone who wants more can suck it. Not literally, of course.

This rule is effective until I finish writing my book. (It’s so close! I really can’t be taking sick days to mend a heartbreak).

But… there is a sub clause. Us women, we hate the “what if he was The One” question. I will only accept a date if the person asks me on a picnic, bike ride, or other fun activity, and, these plans are made in advance. Seems easy enough but, trust me, there are very few guys out there who put in the effort of thinking of something fun to do and call to ask ahead of time. This will be a very easy rule to follow.

My best friend called me to catch up last week and she asked how the men in my life are doing. I filled her in on my No Dating pact…but, “There is this one guy,” I told her…

“Rules are meant to be broken,” she replied.

lightbulb

I had been feeling low after The Boy ended things with me 2 weeks ago. Rejection is never easy. I wondered what is wrong with me. Why can’t I make a relationship work? I beat myself up over the things that I did. I shouldn’t have said this. I shouldn’t have done that. What really kills me is the silence. One day this person just drops out of your life, not another word to be said.

I miss him.

But as the silence continues, I am growing angry. Mostly at myself. I’m a very laid back person. Very low maintenance. I don’t ask for much in anyone. I wondered how the women who are much more demanding get all the guys. And then a lightbulb went off in my head. That’s exactly what my problem is. I don’t ask anything of anyone. I don’t expect anything in return. I assumed that since I didn’t want a relationship I couldn’t ask for much.

I realize that, regardless, I should’ve expected to be treated well.