When I was 20, I remember sitting beside a guy I liked on a bus with other students from my private, very conservative Christian boarding university when a popular song called Maneater by Hall and Oates came on the radio. It was 1986, and I felt self-conscious because his friends sat at the back of the bus watching us. I really wanted to make a good impression on them.
But then they started singing, inserting his name into the lyrics: I wouldn’t if I were you, I know what she can do, She’s deadly, man; she could really rip your world apart. Mind over matter, Oh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart. Watch out [boy’s name], she’ll chew you up.
As a young woman who’d grown up as a preacher’s kid, I’d had too many boyfriends, according to some. In my community, you couldn’t be too friendly or unfriendly, nor too curious or opinionated, and certainly not exude any form of sexuality – intentionally or not – without being thought of as dangerous. Marrying at 25, I felt like I was finally entering a safer realm of sexuality, one that was dampened by wifedom and motherhood.
Divorced 30 years later, I now feel like a “born-again” virgin. Oh, the irony isn’t lost on me: once viewed as too experienced, I’m now virtually clueless about modern dating! It’s funny. How does a former “maneater” navigate today’s dating scene? I’ve narrowed it down to three options.
I could take the casual route: Bonk my brains out and see how it pans out. (Not.