I read with interest the numerous other articles, books, and blog posts about the "me, me, me generation" (as Joel Stein calls us), our rejection of chivalry, and our hookup culture — which is supposedly the downfall of college dating. I didn't walk away from my conversation with Nate expecting a bouquet of roses to follow. Nate never wrote or called me that night, even after I texted him at 11 p.m. As to why you got weird." But Nate didn't acknowledge his weirdness. But I didn't have the energy to tell Nate that I was sick of his (and many other guys') assumption that women spend their days plotting to pin down a man and that ignoring me wasn't the kindest way to tell me he didn't want to lead me on.