After yesterday’s confirmation hearing and testimony, something became pretty clear to me.

“Hey baby, you I think it’s time we um…   You know, I took you out to dinner. I bought you a gift. I was a perfect gentleman. Didn’t you like the dinner? The drinks? Top shelf stuff. Now, it’s my turn. Don’t I deserve a reward of some sort?”

“I don’t think I’m ready, Brett.”

“Oh, why not? You should be. What are you waiting for? I’m handsome, successful, connected. You should be throwing yourself at me.”

“I need more time, Brett. It’s just not that easy.”

“This is ridiculous. You can’t say no to me! I’ve given you so much. NOW IT’S MY TURN! You’re ruining my life!”

Contrast that with what should have happened.

“So, I really enjoyed our time together. Do you want to continue it someplace else?”

“I did, Brett, I had a totally nice time, but I have a long day tomorrow. Don’t take it the wrong way, but I really need to get a good night’s sleep.”

“Oh, of course. I totally understand. I didn’t mean… I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed your company, and didn’t want to end the evening yet. I like you. I enjoy spending time with you, but I don’t want to rush into anything either… or rush you into anything. I’ll still be here next week.”  Smile. “I mean, not right here at this table, but around, you know?”

Laughing, “Sure, yes. I do like you too, Brett. I’ll call you.”

So sure, Brett may not get the girl, maybe she’s not into him. Maybe he’s not a great fit for where she is at that moment. And Brett’s okay with that. He might be disappointed, but he’s not the kind of guy would would force himself onto another. He’s not a petulant entitled spoiled brat who thinks because he punched the right tickets, did the right things, knew the right people, that he should deserve her, that she is his for the taking.