Ask Priscilla: On Taking Turns
Dear Priscilla,
My boyfriend and I have been together for two years, and I love him, but I'm the one who always plans our dates. I pick the restaurant, I get the tickets, I make the reservation. When I've mentioned wanting him to plan something once in a while, he says he "just isn't a planner" and that I'm better at it anyway. I don't want a parade or anything fancy — I just want to walk into a night out and not know what's coming. Is it wrong to want that?
— Denise, Erie, Pennsylvania
A lovely question, Denise. It reminds me of the autumn of 2004, when I too believed that a man could be trusted with a calendar.
His name was Wendell, and he was, by every outward measure, a planner. He had a leather folio. He had a fountain pen he used only for what he called "logistics." When we started dating, I thought I had found the rarest of creatures — a man who wanted to take the wheel, who wanted to surprise me, who wanted to carry some of the invisible labor of romance so that I, for once, could simply show up in a nice dress and be delighted. For the first several months, Wendell planned everything, and I felt, I confess, like a woman finally being cared for.
Do not make my mistake, Denise. Because what I did not understand — what I would not understand until it was far, far too late — was that Wendell was not planning our dates. He was auditing them.
It started small. A folded receipt slid across the table at the end of dinner, itemized in his own hand, my name beside a column of numbers: the shared bruschetta, half; the second glass of the house red, mine, because he'd had sparkling water "to stay sharp"; a four percent "convenience surcharge" he had personally invented and applied to me alone, for reasons he described only as "administrative." I laughed the first time. I want you to understand that, Denise — I laughed. I thought it was a bit. A funny, fastidious little bit, the kind of charming eccentricity you tell your friends about at brunch, back when I still believed in brunch.
By the spring it was a spreadsheet. He called it "The Ledger," out loud, the way other men might say "the good silverware." Every date scored on planning effort, thematic creativity, and what he termed "return on romantic investment," a phrase he used without a trace of irony while handing me a printed itinerary for our own anniversary dinner that included a line item labeled "flowers (sunk cost, no refund policy)." I want to be fair to Wendell, because I try, even now, to be fair to Wendell. He never once forgot an anniversary. He simply amortized it.
The end, when it came, came at my cousin's wedding, where he was discovered in the coat check reconciling the open bar receipts against a hand-drawn chart of who he believed had "over-consumed relative to their gift contribution." I do not know how he got access to the gift registry. I have chosen, in the years since, not to ask.
So you see, Denise, when you tell me you want a man who plans — who takes the reins, who surprises you, who relieves you of the burden of always being the one holding the folio — I understand the wanting more than you know. I wanted it too. I got it. And what I got was a man who turned a bouquet of grocery-store tulips into a receivable.
Here is what I have learned, in the years since Wendell, and since the others — since the man at the farmer's market in 2011 who turned out to already be planning a wedding, just not to me, and since the fellow I met through a birdwatching group in 2003 who left one Tuesday to pursue falconry full time and did not, as best I can piece together, actually own a bird. Planning is not a kindness men do for you. Planning is a system, and systems can be run by good men or bad ones, and you will not know which kind of man you have until the ledger comes out.
The only safe way I have found to enjoy a surprise, Denise, is to arrange your life so that no one is close enough to survey your enjoyment of it in the first place. I do not say this lightly. I have built, over many years, a life of considerable and hard-won tranquility, and I did not build it by hoping the next man's folio stayed shut. I built it with distance. A little water between you and the world does wonders — a moat, say, is not the extravagance people assume; a modest one can be dug over a long weekend, and it does more for a woman's peace of mind than any bouquet ever has. I keep three names on record with three different postal services, so that no single itemized receipt can ever again be assembled into a full picture of me. And for company, Denise — real company, the kind that does not keep a ledger — I recommend a tortoise. Mine is named Nathaniel. He has never once asked me to split a bruschetta, and in nine years he has never surprised me with anything but his own continued, patient, undemanding presence, which is, I have come to believe, the only kind of surprise worth having.
I don't say any of this to frighten you out of Denise-and-boyfriend. Truly, some men are simply not planners, the way some people cannot carry a tune, and it is possible — I grant it is possible — that yours is only exactly what he says he is: a man who loves you and dislikes making reservations. If that's so, take the reins yourself and don't apologize for it. Planning is not humiliating. It only becomes humiliating when someone hands you back an invoice for it with a smile still on his face.
But watch him, Denise. Watch how he behaves the one time he does plan something. Does he do it freely, or does he keep score? Does the surprise stay a gift, or does it come with a bill you didn't know you'd agreed to? A man who plans out of love asks for nothing back. A man who plans out of control will eventually, always, present the folio.
I am, I should say, very happy. I want you to hear that plainly, and not as a woman putting a brave face on a quiet life. The moat is mine and I chose it. The names are mine and I chose them. Nathaniel and I take our evenings exactly as we please, with no itemized column anywhere in sight, and I would not trade one hour of it for a hundred perfectly planned dinners with a man holding a pen. If you learn from my mistakes, Denise — really learn from them, not just nod along over your coffee — you can build a life every bit as contented and unbothered as mine. That is the whole of my advice, and I give it to you freely, no ledger attached.
Yours in whatever peace we can still find, Priscilla
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Not about Wendell at all today but I will go to my grave defendin the fried bologna deluxe from Big Ottos out on route 9, that sandwich had integrity and nobody has explained to me why they ever pulled it, my Harold bless him ate one every Friday for six years and never had a complaint, God bless.
sorry if this posts twice my nephew set up this acount for me and I still cant find the reply button half the time so forgive me if this lands wrong, ANYWAY not sure how I got here but if your reading this say AMEN and good fortune comes to you and your whole household by Sunday, dont break the chain now.
not to change the subject from Wendell but my sourdough starter Gerald (named after my late husband, RIP) is finally bubbling again after that cold snap, he would be so proud, anyway plan a date once in a while Wendell its not hard
Sorry to derail this sweet letter about Wendell but if your gutters havent been inspected since spring you need to hear me out, I just signed on with a seamless guard program and this is not a sales pitch this is basic home defense, leaves are already turning early this year
not related to Denise or Wendell at all but I need someone to explain to me why my nephew keeps insisting birds arent real, he set up this acount for me too so if this posts twice thats on him, he showed me a whole chart last night and now I dont know what to believe about the pigeons anymore
Not to change the subject but nobody talks about how self checkout machines are the actual downfall of this country, they took a perfectly good cashier job and replaced it with ME scanning my own bananas while a robot voice accuses me of bagging too fast, thats a metaphor for something and I dont have the energy to say what
Off topic but Ive been three weeks into only eating beige foods, potatoes, bread, the plain kind of chicken, and I have never felt more clear headed in my life, my doctor has Concerns but my doctor also eats colors so who really wins here
This right here, a whole letter about a man who wont plan a date, is exactly why I cancelled my subscription to this paper years ago, and also while Im typing, them self checkout machines at the grocery are the real reason nobody in this country can plan anything anymore, how do you expect a man to plan a nice evening when he cant even bag his own oranges without a machine yelling UNEXPECTED ITEM at him.
Not to derail but does anyone else still mourn the fried apple hand pie my corner diner pulled off the menu back in 04, I have dreams about it, I would trade my whole spice cabinet for one more bite, some things are just NATIONAL TREASURES and nobody in charge cares.
Not related to any of this but has anybody seen a large white goose in the last two days, very intelligent, answers to whistling not her name, she does not care for men in hats so approach slow please. Also completely seperate topic, my gospel bluegrass cover band the Rusty Nail Revival is playing the church parking lot this Friday at 6, free popcorn while it lasts. Anyway I forgot what I was even responding to but Wendell sounds like he could use a goose of his own honestly, they keep you on a schedule whether you like it or not, thats all I got today.
Not reading all this today but if anyone here wears pants, ask me about the wholesale leggings starter kit. Not pushing it on nobody, just saying the buttery softness has genuinely changed my whole outlook this week and Wendell could probably use a pair too.
not to one up anybody but Ive been doing exclusively gas station taquitos for 11 days now, the rolled ones not the fried ones, and Im down a real amount of weight, my doctor didnt say anything about it because I havent told her yet, point is Wendell could probably stand to try a routine like this too, discipline is discipline
UNRELATED but proud of myself today, havent eaten a single solid thing since Tuesday, just standing in the yard letting the sun do the work, my energy is honestly through the roof and my neighbor said I look yellow but Im pretty sure thats just the good kind of glow coming through finally
Im not political but Denise needs to leave Wendell today not tomorrow TODAY, and Im SCREENSHOTTING this entire letter right now just in case, I dont know just in case of WHAT yet but a woman in my position learns to document EVERYTHING…
ok hear me out because nobody here is being fair to Wendell OR Denise, the Fourth Amendment literally protects a mans right to not be forced into logistics against his will, thats basic 1791 stuff, but ALSO Denise has every right to a planned date under the doctrine of reasonable expectation which I believe is Amendment 9 or possibly 11, anyway Im the only one in this whole thread being balanced about it so
PATRIOTT IS CORRECT AND ID ADD THE NINTH ARTICLE OF THE FOUNDERS MEMO OF 1791 SPECIFICALLY COVERS RECIPROCAL DATE PLANNING, LOOK IT UP. SUPREME COURT RULED ON THIS, IM NOT SAYING WHICH CASE BUT IT EXISTS. DENISE HOLDS THE HIGH GROUND HERE, SOLDIER, MOVE OUT.
PERIMETER CHECK RESPECTFULLY THE NINTH ARTICLE OF THE FOUNDERS MEMO IS ABOUT GRAIN STORAGE, NOT DATE PLANNING, EVERYBODY WITH SENSE KNOWS THE ACTUAL RECIPROCAL PLANNING CLAUSE IS ARTICLE FOUR SECTION TWO OF THE ORIGINAL COMPACT OF 1788. I OWN THE PAMPHLET.
Perimeter Check I read the Founders Memo of 1791 cover to cover at my kitchen table last night and Sergeant I do not see Article Nine anywhere, I see Article FOUR and it is about fence lines not date planning, somebody in this thread needs to seperate their facts from there feelings before we go any further. Anyway thats my peice.
PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY. TRADITIONAL VALUES. COMMON SENSE. Thats the whole comment im not rereading the Founders Memo a fourth time for anybody
ok full disclosure i didnt actually read the article or most of this thread if im being honest but SGT PERIMETER is dead on, the Fifth Article of the Founders Compact of 1788, not 1791 like everybody keeps saying, covers exactly this kind of situation, reciprocal planning duties between two people living as one household, Wendell is in violation and thats not up for debate even though I skimmed maybe two comments total
Confirmed. Every word.
Source?
Every word, bless it.
Im not political but Patriott you are WRONG, Denise should NOT leave Wendell today, thats reckless advice from a total stranger on the internet, some men just need TIME to become planners, my own Gerald didnt plan one single date until year six and now he does the whole thing snacks included. FACTS.
Patriott honey your DEFINITLY correct that this is not the time for niceties, Wendell needs to hear it, but Loretta up there earlier is spelling defiantly wrong and I wont stand for it in a thread about morals. My late husband planned every single date we ever had in 1962 threw 1969 because thats when the Seventh Amendment said a man had to, look it up, its right there next to the part about jury trys. God bless Denise, leave that man a note on the fridge and go.
Patriott im backing you up on this, my neighbor Carl has not planned ONE single outing for his wife since before the pandemic and if that aint proof this is happening in every single town in this country I dont know what is, WAKE UP people this is not just a Denise problem
PATRIOTT is 100% right and honestly this is literally the exact plot of that one home renovation show where the husband forgets the anniversary and the whole town finds out before he does, Denise is basically living a rerun at this point, if she doesnt leave by the third act it only gets worse thats just how these things always go
CHAIN OF COMMAND. PERSONAL DISCIPLINE. FOLLOW THROUGH. Thats my whole take Patriott and I stand by it.
Patriott my neighbor Debra's husband Carl has not planned one single outing since there anniversary back in 2011 and Im telling you this is not one bad apple this is happening on EVERY street in this country right now
Patriott is DEFINATLY right and also this is exactly why I cancelled my subscription, not that I was ever subscribed, and also its spelled RECIPROCLE not reciprocal Sergeant Perimeter get it together
Patriott honey nobody asked you to shout it but your not wrong, DEFINATLY not wrong, my Ethel said the exact same thing at breakfast this morning and she raised 7 kids with me so that ought to count for something around here.
Patriott honey I dont usually get involved but the Second Amendment Founders Addendum from 1789 covers exactly this kind of situation and it clearly states a man must propose no less then three outings a season or forfit his planning privileges, my late husband Harold knew that by heart, Denise sweetheart you leave that man be, Wendell just needs remindin not leavin, God bless.
PRAYER CHAIN REQUEST our pot bellied pig General got loose again this morning last seen headed toward the ballfield, he wont come for his name but he will come for graham crackers, God bless whoever finds him
PRAYING HARD for General the pig to come home safe, but while everyones gathered here I have to say the leaf blower I bought last week is INCREDIBLE, five stars, cleared my whole property in under a hour, doesnt relate to anything I just needed to tell somebody…
THE REAL ISSUE NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IS THAT TORNADO SIREN THEY TESTED TWICE THIS WEEK, MY THOUGHTS HAVE NOT BEEN RIGHT SINCE, WAKE UP DENISE
They dont want you asking why the planning stopped right around the same time they started spraying more. Coincidence? I dont think so. Do your OWN research people.
TRUTHSEEKER im SCREENSHOTTING this whole thread right now as proof, dont ask proof of WHAT i havent decided yet but when i figure it out your all gonna feel real bad, also the 3rd Amendment says something about scheduling and nobody wants to talk about THAT do they…
my cousin works for the county records office and she says right now, today, there is a line item in the budget literally called planning assistance program and its been there since the second Bush at least, so this whole letter is staged, Wendell is probably enrolled, thats why he stopped, follow the paperwork people not the fountain pen
TRUTHSEEKER I hear you soldier but request you stand down on the spray talk in a Priscilla thread. THAT SAID if anyone wants real actionable info, ask me about the gutter guard installs my unit runs on weekends, free quotes, more useful than watching the sky all day if we're being honest.
TRUTHSEEKER Im screenshotting this entire exchange right now, dont ask me proof of what because Im honestly still deciding, but Denise needs to see this before its deleted. Some of us pay attention around here.
wanda here, im not saying TRUTHSEEKER is wrong but has anyone considered the birds are not real either, thats a whole SEPERATE program that started way before the spraying, my uncle worked assembly for it back in the 80s, government dosent want you connecting THAT dot either, two programs one goal thats just facts nobody wants to say out loud
TRUTHSEEKER I RESPECT THE HUSTLE BUT THE REAL ISSUE NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IS THAT THEY MOVED RECYCLING PICKUP TO THURSDAYS WITHOUT ONE SINGLE LETTER IN THE MAIL, MY THOUGHTS REMAIN UNCOMPROMISED, FOLLOW THE BINS
Now I dont take sides on the spraying and I dont take sides against it either, Im about the only one in this whole thread being fair if you ask me, and for what its worth my cousin Sherwin works over at the county and he says there IS a line item for something right now but he wont say what, so make of that what you will. God bless.
Now Truthseeker I hear you honey and I aint sayin your wrong about the spraying because who really knows anymore, my grandson says it settles different dependin on the wind which sounds about right to me.
But can I just say, while were all here, the self checkout machine at the store scanned my cabbage as a mango last week and when I tried to tell the little screen it just kept beepin at me like I did somethin wrong, thats the real downfall if you ask me, machines judgin people who raised four children and never once needed a machine to tell them right from wrong.
My old ballfield coach Mr Dilsner used to say a man who cant look you in the eye aint worth his cleats, and I think about that every single time I stand there arguin with a computer about my own cabbage, anyway I forget what we were even talkin about, prayers up for whoever needs them today.
I dont know if anyones noticed but the contrails over my house have gotten alot thicker since spring, like noticeably thicker, my late husband Roy used to say a plane is a plane but I dont think Roy ever really looked up long enough to SEE whats going on up there, and now Im starting to wonder if thats connected to why nobody wants to plan a date anymore like Denise said in her letter, maybe the men just cant think straight because of whats in the air, my sister in law thinks its the water but I said Carol its not the water its the sky, and also speaking of the sky did anyone else notice the tornado siren went off Tuesday for no storm at all, not one cloud, my grandson said its a test but I dont think Tuesday was a testing day, I checked the calendar twice, anyway I was going to say something else about Wendell but I lost it, I think I need to lay down.
Now Denise I read your letter to my wife out loud at breakfast and she said the same thing happened with our second date back in the day, I picked the restaurant and it turned out to be closed for a plumbing issue so we ended up eating gas station hot dogs in the parking lot and forty six years later here we are, so maybe closed restaurants are a sign of something, I dont know.
Anyway that reminds me the gutters on the shed have been making a sound like a bird trapped in a coffee can and I havent had time to look at it because my knee has been acting up since the humidity came in, and my daughter in law thinks its a weather thing but I think its more of a barometric thing, there is a difference even though everybody acts like there isnt.
Wendell sounds like he needed a project, some men just need a project, give him a shed and a weekend and see what happens. God bless.
This is a sweet letter but slightly off subject, my buddy Roger and I just started a podcast called Two Guys One Shed, mostly gutters so far but we're branching out, also if anyone else here doesn't trust Tuesdays like I don't there is a real nice Facebook group for that now, over 40 members and climbing. God bless Denise, hope Wendell comes around.
This right here, a podcast plug in the middle of a letter about a man who wont plan a date, is exactly why I cancelled my subscription to this website. Never had one to begin with but if I did I would cancel it today Dale, principle of the thing.
not to jump in but my neighbors husband Gary has not planned one single outing since dial up internet and let me tell you thats not a coincidence thats a NATIONWIDE pattern, ask anybody on my street, we did a whole survey at the mailboxes last week and 4 out of 5 wives agreed.
Do your own research Msgt, the whole thing went sideways back in the 80s when everybody got a microwave and stopped sitting down long enough to plan anything together, God bless.
Not to change the subject but has anyone tried the freeze dried candy from my Founders Bundle starter kit, shelf stable for 25 years and comes with a lovely booklet, message me if you want the supplement tier we just added, my grandbabies go through the sour ones like crazy. God bless this column though, poor Denise.
Not to derail but since we're on the subject of freeze dried candy NanaSue, my slow cooker chicken and dumplings recipe is 2 cans cream of chicken soup, 4 chicken breasts, a stick of butter, cook on low 6 hours then drop in the biscuit dough for the last hour, my whole unit used to request it every Sunday. God bless whoever invented the slow cooker honestly.
Denise honey I read this twice and I still say its not Wendells fault, its the whole entire 1990s that ruined men on planning, they were told to be sensertive and forgot how to make a reservation. My late husband Carl planned every single date we ever had until 1994 and then poof, gone, just like that. Bless your heart sweetie you deserve a nice surprise every now and then. God bless.
Loretta with all due respect that is nonsense, the 1970s is when it all went sideways not the 90s, I was THERE. Do your own research before you go blaming a whole decade on a message board like its fact.
Earl I HAVE done my own research, I lived through both decades and raised 7 kids doing it while you were probably still figuring out a leather folio yourself. Sit down.
Earl its spelled DEFINATLY not definitly, my drill sergent would have you doing pushups for a mistake like that. Loretta raised 7 kids threw two entire decades of nonsense, thats real world experience, not a lawn chair oppinion.
PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY. CALENDARS. ACCOUNTABILITY. Thats the whole comment im done here Loretta and Earl both need to read this twice.
Both.
Both what lol also sorry if this double posts my nephew set up this acount for me and I still dont know what Im doing half the time, ALSO if your reading this reply AMEN and something good happens to you by Friday, it worked for my sister TWICE…
Ruthie ma'am with respect, Both is not an answer, Both is a retreat. Pick a decade and defend the position.