True, even for a one night stand you got to pay for a few drinks at least.
Generally. Or provide some other form of compensation.
Now you've ruined my day.
Glad I could be of service.
If you wish to look at it so cynically, then it seems only fair, given the costs that accrue to US for giving men what they want.
I can honestly say that of the handful of women I've ever been with sexually, NONE of them was worth whatever it was that I had "paid" to achieve that privilege. Now I've never been with a prostitute, but the drinks, gifts, emotional attachments, etc.. have always exceeded the value of what I got back in return, so far as I'm concerned. In fact the two one-night stands were two of the biggest mistakes in my life and the one extended relationship ended up being a massive waste of almost 3 years of my life, and with one or two exceptional evenings the sex wasn't even very good.
In my mind the problem is that both Men and women have decided that sex is as casual of an act as kissing or holding hands. I believe we need to go back to a philosophy where sex is reserved for serious, committed, long-term relationships, not just another way to end the third date.
Though I would love to hear what these horrendous "costs" are that you ladies incur for giving us what we want.
I can honestly say that no woman has EVER bought me a drink.
First of all, if you ever visit Tucson, I would be more than happy to buy you a drink . . . and you don't even have to sleep with me afterward. Would that more men were willing to be that generous.
As to the costs that accrue to women, are you saying you really think this is cost-free to women? Completely aside from the huge, and very serious, costs of the risk of pregnancy and rape from casual sex, and financial dependency and potentially being abandoned with one or more children from longer-term relationships, let's just consider, lightheartedly, that one night in a bar when some guy buys me a drink in the hopes of getting into my pants later.
So, I'm in my favorite bar, open to the possibility of meeting a guy. Toward that end, I'm wearing my favorite blue stretch-velvet minidress (just as an example). 50 dollars on sale. Sexy heels? 40 dollars. I've spent about an hour getting ready to go out (and I'm a lot faster than most women about that, I'm told): doing my hair (which costs $35 once a month to have styled), applying makeup (you don't even WANT to know how much this shit costs, and it has to be replaced every couple of months), doing my nails ($25 every two weeks, more if I have to replace them instead of getting them filled).
What's that likely-looking guy across the bar done to get ready for this? Took a shower, threw on a pair of clean jeans and a shirt, and ran a comb through his hair.
Now, you might be saying, "Cecilie, you don't have to do all that primping. Men don't care about that stuff." Bullshit. Every other woman at that bar is ALSO vying to get that likely-looking guy to buy HER a drink, and each one of them has gone through her own primping ritual, and don't even try to tell me I'd get the same results from a t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Men may not notice the details, but they DO notice the lack of them.
Okay, so I'm all gussied up and sitting in my favorite bar. Mind you, I don't actually go to bars to pick up men. My favorite bar is a karaoke bar, and I go to sing, and the people are mostly regulars I'm friends with. Even under those circumstances, I spend part of every evening fending off unwanted attentions. Half-soused cowboys breathing stale beer in my face, old farts with daughters my age (and I'm hardly just out of college here), wanna-be players who haven't even bothered to take off their wedding rings . . . Can you imagine what it would be like if I actually WAS there to get picked up?
All of that just to make myself available so that that likely-looking guy across the bar can scan me, along with the other women hoping to be picked up, like a bunch of slabs of meat until he picks a target, meanders over, buys me a lousy $5 drink, and then feels like I owe him a roll in the hay for his generosity.