Stanford boys, MAN UP! Ask a girl out.

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Be a man...ask her out.
Are you looking for the one? According to Michael Rosenfeld, an associate professor of sociology here at Stanford, your friends and the Internet are the top two ways that people find their significant others.  Some of Rosenfeld’s findings were published in the recent [USA Today](http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/2010-02-11-couplesmeet11_CV_N.htm) article “Friends No. 1 way to meet that Valentine, but Web is growing.”

Now if you’re in college, you probably don’t fall into that Internet-dating pool.  The article states,

Rosenfeld says what surprised him was that people over 30 were the ones who met partners online — rather than the twentysomethings he had expected.

“Young people actually have a lot of access to people their own age. Once they are way past school, it’s harder to find a partner,” he says.

But has Professor Rosenfeld tried dating at Stanford recently? It’s horrendous. People here don’t *date. *They either settle for some shadowy version of a relationship that lacks real substance because everyone is too busy to care, or they spend *all *their time with their significant other and shut out the world in a weird attempt to play house.

Now, these are generalizations.  I get that.  But I see those qualities in couples every day.

People don’t get to know one another before they slap a label (or avoid slapping a label) on whatever their relationship is.  They slap the label on and they either get bored or they get really into it.  But they don’t date.

If I want to meet guys, should I have to settle for being wooed by their intellectual contributions in class? Do I have to flirt while I’m giving my boring weekly update at some random meeting?

No!  Stanford boys, MAN UP! Ask a girl out. We love it. We love to be treated well. We love to feel appreciated. We love being respected. We love when you pay. We love when you take us *off *campus. We love personality. We love getting to know you.

To the men who have taken me out (and paid), I’m thinking of you right now. To the boys who are content to wimp out, I’m ignoring you right now.

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