If you’re an old fart like me you would have once called up a young lady on the home phone. Her dad would answer and he would stir you a bit before he put her on. If ethnic he would just hang up. You would talk to the girl for about five minutes and then get to the point of nervously asking her to a movie or party. She would accept or decline. Then you’d go ask if you could borrow the car. You’d pick her up after making polite conversation with her parents. Her mum would ask what you’re studying and her dad would want to know how long you’ve had your license. You’d take her out and take her home again. You’d see the same girl exclusively and you would be boyfriend and girlfriend. Young people would say things like, ‘Are Jeff and Sue coming?’ and ‘Did you hear about Kate and Pete? Hit a kangaroo and totaled the Camira.’
We were so modern and free thinking. Sometimes the girl would be the one to drive or ask the guy out. We would talk openly about sex and would discuss appropriate contraception. Stable couples would get tests and go off condoms. Since the 90s it had been normal for young couples, even 18 or 19 year olds, to go on trips together. Modern, enlightened parents would not mind a partner staying over. Obviously it was the same partner each time and it would be someone well known to the family. Bad boys and druggos would be seen on the quiet. But that’s the way it was.
Serial monogamy was the new pattern of relationships. It was normal for young people to have several boyfriends or girlfriends before they found the right person and settled down. Only the religious were virgins when they married though men would secretly have preferred to find one. Most people had 5-10 partners, enough to sow their wild oats. Cool guys had a really cute girlfriend. Average guys had an average girlfriend. Total losers were alone. People would tell them, ‘You’ll find the right person some day. Someone will like you as much as you like them. There are plenty of fish in the sea. You’ve just got to get out and meet people.’ And some of those things were somewhat true.
Exceptional guys went to nightclubs and actually picked up strangers. They were the studs, and they were a tiny minority except for the rare stroke of luck that any fellow might occasionally enjoy. Hence, ‘get lucky’. Some girls would go out for new cock every weekend. They were called ‘sluts’ back before it was cool. Most people were primarily monogamous, spending from three months to three years with each partner while usually being faithful.
Then something happened, somewhere around 2002 – 2012. Some blame the Internet after its innocent days of initial-letter capitalization were over. Others, the delayed effects of modernity – contraception, women’s education and employment, and the decline of religion. What was ultra-modern suddenly, in the space of around ten years, became a stodgy, old sexual economy anachronism.
Cool guys didn’t have a girlfriend anymore. They had multiple girls with varying levels of seriousness, from lookers who might be invited to work functions right down to thirty-somethings they’d let come over for an hour on a Tuesday night. Average guys struggled to get any attention, and would have to settle for a bullied relationship with a lower SMV skank. The losers continued to get none but their future prospects had become much more bleak.
Girls no longer had boyfriends when they were aged 18-25. They focused instead on their education and career and they chose casual encounters, either regular or off the specials menu, in order to sate their natural urges. Nightclubs began to be disrupted by Tinder and its cousins. Average girls would be able to shag the hottest 10-20% of guys so long as they behaved themselves and did not get ideas above their station. Girls would complain about the lack of commitment, sexual pleasure and tenderness but would nevertheless fail to seek those goods out in the place where they lay – among the average men who still wanted a girlfriend.
Young people living at home could no longer invite their partners to stay because there would be too many of them, shocking their boomer parents who had thought they were so groovy. The gulf between the generations had reemerged. From free love to free fucks (for some). Many young men retreated underground and their parents wondered what was wrong with them, but were powerless to help.
Ten years. A societal change that would once have developed over centuries, in a decade. And in the meantime we have had gay marriage, tranny rights, and the new ethical principal of open borders. Everything is rape except rape. Everything is offensive and problematic. And there’s plenty more on the way.
This was once described as Future Shock – a state of being in which an exponentially increasing rate of technological and social change becomes too rapid for humans to psychologically adapt. And then what? Do we become extinct? A sudden decline in population is certainly plausible.
And here, gentlemen reader, is the darkest fact of all: I may sound like I am mourning the death of dating, but in fact I am enjoying it. Watching the increasing degeneracy of my erstwhile civilization gives me a Nero-like chill of cool excitement down my spine. Like watching the public execution of a man who once called you a twerp, or that giddy flush of delight you get when a hot chick who ‘volunteers’ in Africa turns up in 48 pieces. This is the age of the amoral libertine who can meet the requirements of his changing environment and flourish.
I do wonder, though: how long can I keep up?
Further reading: Why I am not married
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