Little White Lies Men Should Always Tell

There are a few things that I always want to hear ... even if a man has to bend the truth a little.

The other night, I was hanging out with a new friend (who shall, for the time being, remain nameless). I'd stopped by his place because I happened to be in his neighborhood, and we hung out for a while, talking about Faulkner. Or rather he talked about Faulkner, and I listened in rapt amazement to his brilliance. But he also drank like Faulkner; I think he was a little drunk when I arrived, and he proceeded to have maybe two or three more whiskeys in my presence. So, not surprisingly, the conversation eventually became a little flirty. And--when I stood up to get myself a glass of water--my new friend said, "Wait a second ... turn around. You know what? I'm really good at this: I bet I could guess your weight within five pounds. Want to wager on it?"

I declined, saying, "If you guess wrong, and too high, my self-esteem could be, like, permanently ruined."

He replied, "Oh, come on. There's nothing wrong with you. You have a perfectly fantastic athletic body."

Athletic!?!? What the hell! I hear that, and I think: He could have said thin ... but he didn't. He consciously chose NOT to say thin. Instead, he said athletic. Which means muscular. Which means thick. Which is as good as saying fat!

Which brings me to my first point.

I always want a guy to tell me I look skinny.

Now, yes, I know I sound like a real anti-feminist, saying this. But it pleases me to no end when people--male and female--say things like, "My god, you're miniscule! Tiny!" Or, "Wow, what are you these days, a size two?" I know societal pressures have done some bad things to my body image (and to our collective body image); I won't deny that. But I do love to feel petite.

And that was one thing Jonas Singer was always very good at: emphasizing how teeny-meeny I seemed to him. Not only did he tell me, constantly, that I weighed next to nothing; he always tried to prove it by picking me up and carrying me around. And once, when I was sassing him as we walked down the sidewalk, he even grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

I always want to hear I look shockingly young.

Back to the other night. New Friend just made things worse after the "athletic body" debacle by trying to guess my age--and he got it right on the nose. Fishing for a compliment, I said, "Ah, too bad, I actually look as old as I am, huh?" He replied, "You're incredibly well-preserved for someone your age." Oh, dear. Well-preserved??!! I felt like a canned sardine. Couldn't he--just to be nice--have told me I looked like I'd just gotten back from shopping for my prom dress? Couldn't he have told me my skin looked as soft and smooth as a a baby's bottom? Couldn't he, at the very least, have said, "Wow, you must be getting Botox, because you look terrific!"???

I also don't mind it when guy say, "Now you--you'd I sleep with!"

Luckily, New Friend turned things around a few minutes later. He was describing some woman in his office who drove him nuts because she thought she was the cat's meow; she'd dissed one of New Friend's male co-workers who'd asked her out. "And this woman, she's empirically attractive, I guess," New Friend said. "But she totally lacks charisma! I'd never sleep with her--and I can't imagine too many men who would." Then, gratuitously, he turned to me, and almost out of the corner of his mouth, he said, "But you? You I'd sleep with in a second. You've got the je ne c'est quoi."

Now, sure, it's a little embarassing, a little crude, when a guy says something like this. But I like to think it's also his awkward, dorky way of flirting. Of trying to say, as directly as he can without downright asking for it, that he thinks you're hot. Call me crazy, but I find it kind of endearing.

Okay, guys, signing off. I think I'm going to post about all-time best date movies soon, so if you have any suggestions, hit me!