>trying to meet a man sometimes makes me feel like David Attenborough, stepping into the jungle to locate a Jesus Lizard (a real thing).
>in 2016, it seems fair that a woman can approach a chap she fancies. This sometimes works, but generally does seem to make the man's insides shrivel up when asked “having a good night?” or something equally menacing.
>option two: waiting. Which is just as problematic, as nothing happens. That’s the conclusion my friend and I came to last week, while we were sitting at a bar. We’re hardly bad company and several lads gave us a cheeky stare as they did the toilet trot. Still, nothing happened
>Eventually one guy asked if we’d like to join him for some table football. He was dashing and curious. He was German, of course (because the only people who’ll ever chat you up in Britain are not British.)
>If only they’d learn from the Europeans, maybe we’d be in with a chance. In countries such as Italy, Spain and France, the men are as forward as it gets. In such territory, a woman’s self esteem may rise substantially from all the glory of being chatted up.
>Tinder and Happn have made things worse, as men are inundated with choice. Dating apps have completely killed off macho displays now even the most predatory man can click his way to romance.
>You may be thinking that all this is trivial, but this dating dallying has big societal consequences.
>loneliness kills - so dithering lads are actually murderers, when you think about it.
>British men need some encouragement, maybe even government intervention, to be more forward.
>Because of daft, but very real, rules of engagement, most women really are at the whim of men to decide their dating destiny.
>many of us share a simple desire: we just want to be talked to more. British lads, please find your gonads.
telegraph.co.uk
