I had my first kiss when I was 19.
Her name was Emma. She was also 19, with an irresistible English accent and very cute to boot. I was pretty sure that I was going to marry her.
Except that she dumped me, pulverizing my heart into nanoparticles. It was the only time in my life that I got depressed: poor sleep, suppressed appetite, Kafka. It kinda sucked.
The next kiss didn't come for another 4 years, when I was in medical school. That's also when my career as a professional virgin came to an end. To understate things, I was a late bloomer in the realm of romance.
I wasn't stupid or ugly. No hermit, either - knew most people on campus. No, I was just clueless.
Turns out that the skill set required to navigate the tricky waters of romantic interaction wasn't in any book I had read or any class I had taken. Mom, dad, the sex-ed teacher - none of them had taught me any of this stuff.
This is a serious omission, since our relationships with others are the biggest determinants of happiness in our lives. And it wouldn't be a stretch to say that most people's lives revolve around their primary love relationship.
So towards the end of med school, I started to read some pertinent books and hanging out with guys savvier than me in this dating realm. Slowly, I caught on that everything I knew about dating and women was wrong.
A few years later, right about when I was a pre-med advisor to Harvard undergraduates, I noticed that my friends and advisees were in a similar pickle. Here were smart, funny, good-looking guys surrounded by single women who were dying to be asked out - and not a whole lot was happening.
See, I like smart people. Smart people created nearly everything that I value - Beethoven's late string quartets, my HP laser printer, Feynman's lectures, Four Quartets, and Zippy (my Prius*). I like to see smart people succeed -- even created a blog for smart people.
That's why I wrote The Tao of Dating for Men. Why should anyone suffer like I did? Clues cure cluelessness, so I provided some clues for the smart boys.
So this goes out to all my boys out there at places like Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Stanford, MIT, Columbia, Duke, Swarthmore, Penn, Cornell, Berkeley, Brown, Dartmouth, Oxford, and Cambridge. To all you who work at the likes of Google, Amazon, Microsoft, D.E. Shaw, McKinsey -- all the geeks, nerds, grad students, techies, hackers, engineers and gadgeteers. It goes out to all the 20-year old virgins, the still-unmarried 45-year olds, and the already-divorced 30-year olds who don't know what hit them. If there were a dating bible for the smart man, these would be its commandments:
1. Don't just wait to get lucky - make stuff happen.
As a teenager, I always wondered, when would it happen for me? When would some beautiful girl take me by the hand, look deep into my eyes, appreciate all my wonderful quirks and make out with me torridly?
Wake up, buddy. You create your own luck. If you like a girl, talk to her and ask her out. You don't expect to ace an exam just by getting lucky, do you? So step up and put in some elbow grease. Which brings us to...
2. Have a spine.
Wimpiness may be the root of all the dating woes of smart men. So quit being chicken already. Ask her out (again). Set up the whole date: where, when, how, and in what outfit. Don't be afraid to ask for what you want or to get righteously indignant when warranted. Have strong boundaries. Worry less about offending people, more about having fun.
3. Be comfortable in your own skin.
You're a science geek? Fine. You love computers, baseball cards, classical music, anime? Fine. You're a horny little devil? Fine. Own it! Quit fighting yourself. People only love us for who you are, not who we pretend to be.
I know it's fashionable amidst the smart set to be dissatisfied with yourself and to keep striving for more, bigger, best. However, women will tell you that there's nothing more attractive in a man than self-acceptance (which is not the same as complacency). So start where you are, and keep on growing. When you accept yourself, the world accepts you.
4. Accept the nonlinearity of women and romance.
As guys, a lot of what we did in physics and math class was to try to straighten crooked stuff out. Model it with an equation. Do a linear regression. Simplify variables. Round things off.
But you know what? They were all approximations anyway. And most things in life don't follow linear equations - not your breath, not your heartbeat, not your Apple stock, and most certainly not women and romance. It's nonlinear! It's chaotic! It's crazy!
So don't come and tell me that women don't make sense to you. Unlike thermodynamics, women are not intuitively obvious. Sometimes she'll come to you when you ignore her and leave when you declare your undying love - deal with it. Women have curves -- that's why we like 'em. Love is paradoxical and counterintuitive. Realize that and work with it, not against it.
5. Quit trying to buy your way into a woman's favor.
This is how it works in the movies: the man does nice things for the lady - buys her dinner, presents - and the lady likes him in return.
Newsflash: life is not a movie. Of the two dozen reasons I can think for why this protocol sucks, here's one: you're trying to bribe her into liking you. And bribes don't work! They're given before the desired behavior has ever happened, so she has no incentive to like you. In fact, many times it has the opposite effect: "Why is this guy kissing my ass when he doesn't even know me?"
In neurological terms, you want to give a positive reinforcer - like a present - after someone exhibits a desirable behavior. That increases the frequency of that behavior in the future. When you give the positive reinforcer before the desirable behavior, you reinforce nothing. So you're increasing the likelihood of getting - nothing.
6. Quit thinking girls should like you because you're smart.
A smart guy values smarts above all - and thinks the rest of the world does, too. So he's bewildered when the jock/frat boy gets the girl and he does not. But those lugs probably think Hubble is some kind of gum and Perl scripts are oyster recipes! How could she possibly choose them over him?
Well, it just doesn't work that way, my friend. A woman will like you based on how you you make her feel. So make her feel stuff - preferably good stuff. That's the essence of it. Write that down, engrave it on a plaque, tattoo it on your forehead backwards so you'll read it every time you brush your teeth in the morning. It's like, axiomatic, dude.
7. Go get rejected - a lot.
Smart people are used to success, not failure. So they're reluctant to risk social rejection. But if you're not getting rejected, that means you're not out exposing yourself to danger, the crucible in which manhood gets forged. So be a man -- get out there and get turned down. Even if your success rate's a measly 10 percent, after asking a mere 10 women out, you'll have yourself a date. Fortune favors the bold.
8. Allow yourself to be pursued a little.
Evolution decrees that in the Homo sapiens sapiens mating dance, the male pursues and the female is pursued. Fine. But let up every once in a while. Just like water flows downhill and electrons go from high to low potential, there is also an attraction gradient. So be less interested in her than she is in you, or at least pretend you are, so she has a chance to move towards you.
9. Get good by practicing.
Like playing the violin or writing code, success in dating and romance is a skill: you get better at it the more you practice. It's not some kind of god-given talent that you're either born with or without. So seek out some good dating resources and put in the same amount of zealous effort that you've put into your achievements all your life, and you will be rewarded.
* In spite of all the hoopla, just wanted to say that my Prius still rocks