Ok, so maybe “save” is too strong a word, but I’m not far off and here’s why: somehow, this loud-mouthed, to-the-point, brutally honest Jewish broad is bringing back the lost art of courtship. The ‘rules’ she lays down for all her Club members are frankly good guidelines for the rest of us.
Now, if you’re single and just looking to get laid and not into meaningful relationships, then by all means, have sex without a commitment, get drunk on the first date, and judge someone based on their looks. That’ll get old real fast in my opinion, but to each his or her own.
And for those of you who will write in and say, “But I met my husband at a bar and we went home together on the first night,” I respond by saying you are the exception and not the rule…and, um, how many other guys did you take home (or how many women did you hubby ride) until you two found each other? That’s a lot of cases of crab meds to buy just to land the brass ring, so to speak.
What are Patti’s Golden Rules? Here are just a sample:
1) Keep alcohol intake to two drinks during a date.
Good call, Patti Cakes. Alcohol can seriously impair your judgement and can make almost anyone seem like a tasty treat if you have too many. Besides, I know I personally lose my charm after two drinks, so I can’t imagine that others keep all their faculties together when they’re sloshed.
2) No sex without monogamy!
Now I don’t believe in that bullshit “why buy the cow when you can have the milk for free,” and I actually think people should see if their sexually compatible before walking down the aisle. That said, why get naked with someone when there’s a strong chance they’re swapping fluids with others? Would you chew gum you found under a random subway seat? I didn’t think so… if I am going to wrap my mouth around anything upstairs or downstairs, or bring your train into my station, then you better BA-LIEVE I’m going to make sure you’re not picking up other skank passengers along the way. I’m a first-class ride, and I don’t share very well. You shouldn’t want to either.
Another point on this subject: having sex with someone too soon can cloud your judgement, just like a table full of shots can. You can have strong sexual compatibility with someone, but they may not be right for you in the fully clothed, upright position. One of my best friends – who happened to be a recently separated dad who actually believes in having sex on the first date “to get it out of the way” he says – used to get all wrapped up in the sex and the endorphin rush and miss some pretty important cues about a woman’s character in the process. Then he wonders why he was ‘duped’ by a tramp later on. Hmm…I wonder.
Keep the mood altering substances – alcohol, drugs, hormones – on a low simmer until you have a chance to see what s/he is made of…no one’s ever lost out by waiting to see what unfolds.
3. Be a Gentleman – Hold the Door Open, Bring Her Flowers, and Treat Her Like a Lady.
Chivalry should have never been put on life support, and it’s far from dead. So don’t act as if it is. I have never met a woman (a woman who likes men at least) who didn’t give a guy extra points in her head when he pulled out her chair for her at dinner or rushed to open her car door.
Now I’ve heard from a LOT of high school, college students, and even some in their 20s, who tell me no one really dates anymore – that people just ‘hang out’ and ‘hook up’. Look, I remember college life and of course there were plenty of times me and a future boyfriend just hung out with a bunch of other people at a party or at the dorm. But I rarely got naked with someone until we had some one-on-one time together and he had made some sort of effort. I know MANY younger people are kinda broke all the time, and a date doesn’t have to be the standard dinner and a movie. There was one guy I dated who made us some sandwiches, got a bottle of wine, and had us hang on the beach at sunset. Total cost of date? $20. My point is, it doesn’t have to be expensive in order to be magnificent.
There are things about Patti and her Club that I think suck ass. For example, I think the whole premise of a Millionaire Matchmaker Club is bogus, and even though she has that rule about ‘no gold-diggers’ who are we kidding? These women may not be asking for Suga-Daddy to pay their rent now, but their banking on them offering the Good Life later once they land themselves a ring. Do I think these matches are real? I can’t judge…I just wonder how interested these Hooters waitresses would’ve been in Rich Chubby Boy or in the Braggasaurus if they made a ‘mere’ $100K instead of $10 million.
Also, while I think Patti is usually on point when she offers her critique on the women who audition for her Club, godDAMN I wish she was kinder in her delivery. Yeah the tramp with the tiger tail hair and the hoochi-mama skirt looks like trailer trash, but there’s a way to talk to people without being cruel. What would’ve I said to her? “Your choice of hair color and outfit gives off te wrong impression. Perhaps wearing something sexy but more sophisticated would should you off to your best advantage.”
Other than that, I love Patti and her show. And I do have a soft spot for ballsy women from my tribe 🙂 So there.