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Between Dates

"I Don't Know, What Do You Want to Do?" Is Quietly Killing It


I sent that text for years. ”Wyd later?” ”I don’t know, what do you want to do?” I thought I was being easygoing. I was being lazy, and the people I was dating could tell.

So let me save you some time.

Lead the night. They want to feel chosen.

When you ask ”what do you want to do?”, you think you’re being considerate. You’re not. You’re handing the other person all the work and calling it teamwork. What they actually hear is: I didn’t think about you today.

My ex used to say I treated date night like a chore. She was right. I’d wait until we were both tired and out of ideas, then we’d land on takeout and our phones again. That’s not a relationship drifting because of bad luck. That’s two people who stopped trying. I know, because I was one of them.

Here’s the thing nobody told me until I was 38 and starting over: effort isn’t a feeling that shows up. It’s a decision you make. And it’s a skill you can learn fast.

So here’s what actually moved the needle for me.

Be the one who decides. Stop asking, start telling. ”I’m taking you out Thursday, wear something nice.” Pick the place. Make the reservation. People don’t want a committee meeting about dinner. They want to feel chosen. Deciding is how you show it.

Plan a feeling, not a category. ”Dinner” is nothing. ”A night where we actually talk, no phones, somewhere new” is a plan. Figure out what the two of you need this week, then build the night around that.

One small thing they won’t see coming. Their drink already waiting. A note in the car. The song from the first time you went out. Costs nothing. Says everything.

The first real date I planned after my divorce, I almost canceled. Talked myself into thinking it was too much, I was rusty, whatever. I went anyway. Watched her whole face change when she realized I’d actually thought about it. That’s the moment I stopped winging it for good.

Tonight’s move: pick one night this week and tell whoever you’re seeing, ”I’ve got Thursday handled, just show up.” One sentence. That’s the whole difference between drifting and meaning it.

If you want the plan made for you, that’s what we built Tryst for. But the app’s the easy part. Deciding to try — that one’s on you.

Got a bad date story?

Send Michael your worst one.

He reads every single one. The worst — and the funniest — get broken down in a future post (kept anonymous unless you say otherwise). Tell him what went wrong.

One straight-talk dating email a week.

No fluff, no spam. Just the next move.


Stop coasting. Plan the next one on purpose — and just show up.

Plan it in Tryst