I’m a single man in my 30s, and I don’t want a relationship right now. I keep meeting women online who say they only want something casual. Then, on the first or second date, it becomes obvious that they want a relationship, not just fun and sex. What’s with the bait and switch?
Nothing like arriving for your reservation at a steak house only to be told, “We’re out of a few things tonight — everything made of cow. But good news! We’ve still got carrot kebabs, cauliflower schnitzel and kelp stroganoff!”
Women who bait and switch like this — revealing their relationshippy intentions between the appetizers and the end of date two — are reflecting what evolutionary psychologists David Buss and David Schmitt called
men and women’s conflicting “sexual strategies.” These are best summed up as “happily ever after” for women versus “hookupily ever after” for men.
These differences in sexual strategy trace to differences in “obligatory parental investment.” This refers to how a man can bolt after sex — “Thanks, but I’ll pass on doing the dad thing!” — while a woman can get pregnant and stuck with a kid to drag around and feed. Accordingly, Buss and Schmitt explained that women typically benefit most from a “long-term sexual strategy,” vetting men to see that they’d commit: stick around to invest in any children that might come out of sex. Men, however, benefit most (that is, leave more descendants carrying their genes) from a “short-term sexual strategy”—having casual sex with a variety of hot-erellas.
This doesn’t mean that men never want to commit or that women never want to hook up. They do this when circumstances make it in their best interest. But because men and women co-evolved, they are at least subconsciously aware of each other’s intentions and shade the truth to put themselves in the most “marketable” light. So, men often act more interested in commitment than they actually are (in hopes of getting sex) and women often act less interested, in hopes of ensnaring Harry Hookup and turning him into Harry the Husband.
It probably makes sense to err on the side of assuming a woman will want commitment, whether she knows or articulates that or not. Opt for my “cheap, short and local” advice for first and second dates: Meet for happy hour drinks or coffee for an hour or two, max. You still might get women who said they just want casual fun going gooey on you at the end of date two.
My girlfriends are all writing out their visions for a partner, as if they’ve met him already (“Thank you, universe, for bringing me this man…”). They claim they’ve gotten boyfriends because of it. Is this just New Age crap, or is there something to writing down what you want?
This apparently is a thing, women writing a letter about the man of their dreams and then feeling like they ordered online from the universe: “My man’s on his way. Just waiting for the tracking number!”
Once they get a boyfriend, the belief that their letter writing made it happen comes out of a common cognitive bias —a hiccup in rational thinking — called the “illusion of control.” This term, coined by psychologist Ellen Langer, describes people’s tendency to believe they have control over outcomes that they obviously do not. An example of this is gamblers blowing on dice — and not because the dice have complained bitterly that they are freezing to death and left their tiny square cardigans at home. Ironically, the fact that it’s irrational to do this doesn’t mean it’s unhelpful.
Research by psychologists Michael I. Norton and Francesca Gino found that a ritual, a “symbolic activity” a person performs in hopes of making something happen, tends to increase his or her “feelings of control” over situations in which outcomes are uncertain. This, in turn, decreases the stress he or she feels.
In other words,it’s possible that the ceremonial act of writing a “Dear Santa” letter to the universe could make a woman more appealing to men by calming her down and getting her to act less crazy and desperate. It’s like putting in an order at a restaurant. You have faith your dinner is coming; you don’t stalk the waiter on Instagram and text him 30 times, alternating pictures of your boobs with plaintive questions and abuse: “Is the chef okay? … Are you on a smoke break? … I bet you gave my steak to a prettier girl. … You’re a terrible waiter. …I hate you.”
Amy Alkon is the author of the nationally syndicated, science-based “Advice Goddess” column. Contact her at email@example.com or @amyalkon on Twitter.