Men don’t ask questions on dates – And it’s hurting us all

A few years ago, I was sitting at the bar in P.Macs in Dublin just before closing when the bartender came over to me. “Anything yet?” he asked, as he cleared the two empty glasses in front of me. “Nope,” I replied, in a state of numbed awe. “You’re joking,” the bartender laughed. “You’re not legging it while he’s in the jacks?” “Nah,” I replied, “I have to do something.” My date arrived back at...