Could there please be more articles on the end of dating/traditional courtship? (That was sarcasm.) So far as I can tell, this ended before I was in university, and I didn’t graduate yesterday. Also, no blaming men, please. Why on earth would a man proffer dinner and roses when we appear to be satisfied with Kraft Dinner?
That may explain why “dates” among 20-somethings resemble college hookups, only without the dorms. Lindsay, a 25-year-old online marketing manager in Manhattan, recalled a recent non-date that had all the elegance of a keg stand (her last name is not used here to avoid professional embarrassment).
After an evening when she exchanged flirtatious glances with a bouncer at a Williamsburg nightclub, the bouncer invited her and her friends back to his apartment for whiskey and boxed macaroni and cheese. When she agreed, he gamely hoisted her over his shoulders, and, she recalled, “carried me home, my girlfriends and his bros in tow, where we danced around a tiny apartment to some MGMT and Ratatat remixes.”
She spent the night at the apartment, which kicked off a cycle of weekly hookups, invariably preceded by a Thursday night text message from him saying, ‘hey babe, what are you up to this weekend?” (It petered out after four months.)
“She spent the night at his apartment…” And did so for another four months. Et voila. The demise of the courtship, explained.by