So, my teacher friend Corey meets this woman named Michelle in a bar. After a brief chat, the two exchange numbers and email addresses, then meet for drinks a week later. Fireworks aren’t going off, though Corey finds Michelle attractive and worth a second date, which he lets her know as they part ways at evening’s end.
A couple days later, Corey gets an email from Michelle; she had a great time, he’s a fun guy, all that jazz. Attached to the email is a photograph of Michelle looking wistfully out her bedroom window…
According to Corey, the picture was tasteful, more soft core than Triple-X. Still, he was baffled by this new development and couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t jumping at the chance to join Michelle at her bedroom window. Though she may not have elicited the response she sought, Michelle was successful in dominating Corey and my conversations for the next week, thus becoming ‘The Naked Girl.’
“Did you respond to the Naked Girl yet?” I asked him over drinks.
“I would if I knew what to say.”
Observing Corey navigate the realms of premature nudity was an education in the workings of the male mind. His first instinct was to ask the gal if she’d seen that week’s episode of Lost without making any reference whatsoever to the photo; a glaring example of how men too often believe completely ignoring the big, naked elephant in the room is better than meeting it head on. Corey’s avoidance was an attempt to be kind. What a relief to discover evasion isn’t always a sign a man is a putz. Made me feel lots better about the times I’ve sent “I love you” or “we really need to talk” texts and gotten messages like, “what did you have for lunch?” in return.
There seemed only two places from which Michelle’s sexy message could have come: either she was a ravenous sex machine who only wanted booty, thus sending the photo was simply cutting to the chase. Otherwise, she was a psychological mess who, for whatever reason, thought the nude approach was the best way to endear herself to a potential mate.
The whole ordeal had my friend coming up against his own conscience. Good Corey thought it wrong to take advantage of a woman in whom he had minimal romantic interest. But Bad Corey wondered if her blatant overture permitted him to “’bleep’ her like the tramp she is.”
Really, the poor fella was at a loss. If she was a nice but messy lady, he wanted to save her any embarrassment. If she was hot to trot, he wouldn’t mind keeping the option open. But if there was any chance of love blooming, he didn’t want this act to be the seed.
“Tell her the truth,” I suggested.
“I don’t know what the truth is,” he said. “All I know is I’m uncomfortable and don’t know what this means.”
“Say that,” I told him.
Corey learned a lesson that day. Rather than dodging or joking or disappearing all together, he expressed his true feelings. What happened was a dialogue opened. Maybe the whole relationship ends there, but at least they can walk away with their dignity in tact and without questions remaining unanswered.
I learned a lesson, too. We ladies feel entitled to express in full everything we feel, both love and lust, our anger and overwhelming need. But when you see it from a man’s perspective, you realize how coming on too strong brings nothing but forced obligation and loads of discomfort.
So maybe men could be a bit more direct and women could take a step back. Or at least save the nudie pics for the second date.
Want to know what happened to Corey and the Naked Girl? Check out Naked Girl II (or) Finding Your Soulmate.