With those, you will send a few messages back and forth before he invites you for a drink.
You will try to split it, but he will pay, and you will stand to re-wrap yourself against the frigid wind.
You will part ways, and you will probably, almost certainly, begin again the next day with another “Hey there…” message from the next contender.
Why do I not respond politely to every message, even the ones I’m not interested in? Once we make it out of the safe cocoon of the Internet and into the real world I’m better about aligning my actions with my values.
Why do I alternate between playing the damsel and the playing the demanding entitled a**hole? Out here, at a bar or restaurant, I work really hard to make sure that you know we are equals participating in a traditionally unequal transaction.
Many times in my writing I ask men to try to understand how women feel out in the world, to take a walk in their shoes, to try on a different perspective to understand their own privilege.