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Call me maybe…no, seriously, call me!

Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here’s my number,
So call me maybe.

– Carly Rae Jepsen, Call Me Maybe

If you haven’t heard this song yet, you either live in a cave, or don’t often listen to pop music. This song has been EVERYWHERE this past summer. Entertainment Weekly did an article on the genesis of this song, and dozens of people have covered or parodied the song on YouTube — including the US Olympic Swimming Team, Sesame Street‘s Cookie Monster, and even President Obama.This song has really captured the cultural zeitgeist like few other songs before it. So what made this song by a former Canadian Idol 2nd-runner-up such a mega hit? Sure, it could be the catchy tune or the simplicity of the song’s hook, but I think it’s more than that.

Since the 1950s, women have made great strides in achieving equality with men. Women are no longer limited to the role of Happy Housewife. These days, we have female movie studio heads (Stacy Snider at Dreamworks), female CEOs of Fortune 500 companies (Marissa Mayer at Yahoo!), and female governors (South Carolina’s Nikki Haley). The one place where women are not making as much progress is in the dating arena.

Women are so worried about being labeled a “slut” or “easy” or a whole host of other derogatory labels, that they bat their eyelashes, dangle their shoes, and flip their hair in attempts to get guys to notice them when most of the time (sorry, guys) these guys are as blind as a potato to these subtle hints. So when a song hits the airwaves with a message that “Hey, it’s OK for a girl to give her phone number to a guy without him asking for it”, the general public gobbles it up like someone who hasn’t eaten in a week!

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying the gender roles in the dating arena should be reversed. The guy should still be the guy, and the woman should still be the woman. I just don’t think there should be any stigma attached to a woman giving her phone number to a guy she finds attractive or asking a guy for his phone number. This is 2012, after all.

We’re more than 50 years removed from the 1950s, and yet women still demurely wait for guys to make the first move. Why is that? Why is it OK for a woman to be a lioness in the boardroom, but when it comes to sitting in a bar, society dictates that she has to be as tame as a kitten. In short, I don’t think the “this is crazy” part should be considered crazy. I think it should be the norm.

I’d love to hear what do you think.

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Hello world

Hello out there. Yes, you. The one staring at his/her computer screen/tablet/smartphone (ain’t technology grand?)

My name is Gil. Dating has never come easy for me, so I thought I’d start this blog to see if there’s anyone else out there who can relate to having a lot of trouble finding their Significant Other.

Are you tired of being feeling lonely? Are you tired of coming home to an empty apartment or house? (Don’t Worry. Unlike all those TV ads you see, I’m not going to let this line of questioning try to convince you to participate in a clinical study on depression.) If you answered yes, to any of these questions, then maybe you’ll be able to relate to the always colorful, sometimes rant-filled musings that will clutter, err, I mean comprise this blog.

What’s that? You want to know more about me? I’m a 30-something male living in America’s Finest City (that’s San Diego, CA for those of you not up on your American City Nickname trivia). Most people think I have a British or Australian accent. One poor misguided fella even thought I was from Ireland, even though I don’t sound remotely Irish. I’m actually from South Africa — you know, the southern tip of that continent between South America and Australia, that you rarely hear about in the news unless it has to do with war, famine or oil. OK,OK, I’ll try not to get too political…especially in my first post.

I’d like to say that I’m tall, dark and handsome, but I’d be lying. I’m actually, short, light-skinned, and…OK, well, 1 out of 3 isn’t bad.

Stick around as I update this blog on a semi-regular basis. Feel free to leave me comments (as long as you’re not posting links for Viagra — I’m not that old…yet.)