Jewish World Review Sept. 12, 2000 / 11 Elul 5760

Unvite invites and other contemporary dating rituals


By Allison Kaplan

http://www.jewishworldreview.com -- THERE COMES a point in any relationship with reasonable future potential when accompanying each other to public functions shifts from a monumental issue into an assumption.

The realization happened for my boyfriend when he received a wedding invitation that identified me by name, rather than as the unavoidably inferior "and date."

I, of course, was thrilled with the vote of approval and the reassurance that his friends think I'm okay. He was curious about the etiquette, in the event of our untimely break-up before the occasion, would he be allowed to take another date? Would I still be invited?

The whole idea that he'd even want to take another date so soon after our unfortunate separation was enough to start just the smallest of disputes. After only about 45 minutes of verbal jousting, we remembered his had been simply a hypothetical question. In any case, I told him the invitation clearly set up a me-or-no-one situation. Simple as that.

In college, it's possible to date someone for years without ever actually going on a date or integrating friends. My brother, a college junior, is forever meeting up with his so-called girlfriend after hanging out with his friends until 2 a.m. (which really isn't that late when the evening starts at 11:30 p.m.). I keep warning him to practice taking her out in public now, because once college is over, people assume you're part of a package deal when they see you with the same date twice.

What's even weirder than being a couple is this whole coupling effect which allows mere acquaintances to become close friends while involved in parallel relationships.

I find myself now frequently going out with a male friend I used to see only sporadically. It's likely not a coincidence we upped the social pace around the same time he started grad school at the university my boyfriend attends and fell for a really cool woman who happens to work in my field.

Important to note is that the coupling dynamic rarely correlates with degree of friendship --- especially on the guy's side. Girls make clear from the start who their friends are, and given no real options and less inclination to protest, guys adjust.

I always explain it to men like this: it's not that I don't like your friends, I just don't like you with your friends. It is often a man's closest pals who are most resistant to the coupling effect. When in the presence of a really close buddy - particularly a college buddy from a wilder, singler time - guys are sometimes known to revert to catcalls and belching. They also become pathetically unable to handle an adult conversation that might, lets just say, include everyone at the table.

On a happier note (at least from my perspective), dating me has also resulted in my boyfriend's unexpected reunion with a high school friend who had grown distant. His friend is nice enough, but the main draw is his terrific girlfriend. We hit it off so fast and well, the guys were left in an insecure whirl, begging us to divulge what all we could possibly be chatting about while walking a purposeful 15 feet ahead.

Yet because our connection is through the guys, we're hesitant to make the break and truly become friends outside of the couple arrangement. It's a major step.

Last time the four of us got together, we ended up back at my apartment - men huddled over a map or computer or some such thing in one room, women comfortably seated on couches in another. There is something oddly enjoyable about spending hours gossiping with friend, while knowing the main subjects of the conversation are just a room away, available for hugging at a moment's notice.

When I told my mom about the evening and how we engaged in this fascinating ritual of getting together as couples and dividing by gender, she was hysterical. Apparently I've gone from being a new couple straight to being middle aged.

So, I'm thinking about hitting disco night at the dance club this week, with a big group of fun women. Boyfriends not invited.


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