A dating scene in <i>Frances Ha</i> A dating scene in Frances Ha
My friend Lily*, blonde, leggy, gorgeous, is the sort of woman that men chase down the street to get her phone number. This really happened after she locked eyes with a handsome gentleman in a meaningful ‘missed connections’ kind of way while out strolling one weekend. They made plans for a date. We were all dead with envy that none of us had experienced this deeply romantic/ideal memoir material kind of moment. The Big Date arrived and he not only took her to a decidedly average pasta joint, but readily accepted her half-hearted offer to go Dutch.
“He let me pay half which my traditional side balked at. Though obviously as a bra burning femmo, I was conflicted” she texted later about the date and we moaned back and forth, only half-seriously about how to date “as a feminist” and how Germaine and Naomi would surely have been giving us a transcontinental tut-tutting if they could hear us.