tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23035286393303739232011-11-15T03:36:41.546-08:00It's not as if they're paying you. It's not as if it's fun.The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-9830819244996545232011-01-08T18:48:00.000-08:002011-01-08T18:48:08.359-08:00

I submitted myself to a Brazilian wax treatment on Friday to bring a smile to the face of a new gentleman friend of mine who returns tomorrow from a month-long sabbatical to Southern California, (where said style is highly concentrated in particular valleys.) Readers concerned with my emotional well-being and feminists have no need to fret that this action was a reaction to a demand or request.

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Happy 2011. It is my hope that all my readers took the marking of the earth's latest revolution around the sun as an opportunity to make out with someone. 2010 in review: The Internet became an explosively popular forum for modern lovefare, but romance found in real life still wielded power enough to complicate and compromise operations for bloggers on this topic. 2011 Prospectus: With Google

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It seems a lot of non-Internet daters view us as a generally desperate lot. While desperate correspondence is delivered to my inbox on an almost daily basis, those I’ve met with in real life are generally out to have an interesting time, or a sexy time, or a whatever time. Very few take anything too seriously. Even the pursuit of getting it in, and getting out is a halfhearted one. As an

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I had a Christmas eve drink last night with a West Village, sport-watcher, in-finance man. This is the sort of resume I would normally gloss over, but the enthusiasm of his cover letter was noteworthy, and I called him in for an interview.What I could of, and perhaps should have done instead:As with 80% of the men I've gone out with, his choice of venue was within stumble distance of his

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It was nearly a year ago that the Online Dater’s Club was conceived, as I licked my blizzard-time romance wounds over beers with friends doing likewise, discussing the prospect of collectively joining Match.Com and other dating websites. Despite our promises made over a drunken toast, only half of my snow-weary companions followed through that day, while the other half managed to work things out

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-23281059502677139282010-10-27T21:27:00.000-07:002010-10-27T21:44:59.130-07:00

Elaine: Maybe I should just get married.Jerry: Dating is really starting to get embarrassing isn't it?Elaine: I know. You know, whenever I'm on a date I feel people can tell.Jerry: People on dates shouldn't even be allowed out in public.Elaine: You can say that again.Too bad these guys don't exist in a world where you can make a date of watching old Seinfeld episodes.

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There is another Facebook movie out right now called “Catfish.” Well not really a Facebook movie so much as a cautionary tale to anyone who uses the Internet for pursuits of the heart. I won’t delve into many of the details because one of things I hate most in the world are spoilers of narratives, I can say however that this movie will get anyone thinking about the nature of modern communication,

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-55946063845006987402010-10-06T21:27:00.000-07:002010-10-06T21:30:46.544-07:00

My friend asked me to join him and a new OkCupid lady friend last night for a drink. He left us alone to go to the rest room about a minute after she and I shook hands, so for lack of anything else to say, I was compelled to let her know that 1) I am aware they met on the Internet, and 2) I am cool with that.He expressed in advance a solid interest in the girl so it was great that things only got

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I am having an online date blogger’s wet dream right now. There is an online date in progress taking place two tables away from me in a Washington, DC coffee shop quiet enough that I can track the progress of this date. I hope that the woman’s recent hip surgery and use of cane does not prevent them from having sexual relations in the very near future. Their body language at first made me

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-34049678976314841572010-10-03T21:24:00.001-07:002010-10-03T22:17:54.130-07:00

A new dating service, DateHarvardSQ matches Harvard men with "discerning" paying female customers. Apparently founders Beri Meric and Philipp Triebel believe there are enough Harvard fetishists the world over who will pay $20 monthly to avoid use search engines on those "more cumbersome dating sites." They are right. It can be very tiring to do all that work yourself. All that typing of the word

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-9548472389611011452010-09-29T19:54:00.000-07:002010-09-29T20:00:37.873-07:00

In my last post I discussed how to create an online date profile. I hope my readership got enough from that lesson to at least get started on their own path toward a rewarding lifestyle of nervous anticipation, indignity, subjection to scrutiny, awkward socialization, horror when considering what your mother would think if she could see you now, and shame in the aftermath. I feared however that

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Today I auditioned to be an SAT prep instructor with Kaplan. This involved presenting a five-minute how-to on a non-academic subject. While I chose a topic I could sound knowledgeable on - the principles of budget-making - drawing up a budget is not something I have ever actually done in the "real world."Something I have done in the real world is create an online date profile. So in honor of the

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Dating while destitute is a complicated social maneuver. I've perused the Internet for "dating on a shoestring" ideas, but the articles tend to focus on activities for long time partners, and are not realistic for people engaged in a series of first dates. It would be hard for example to finesse the suggestion of sitting in the park by a hot dog vendor that takes food stamps. For one thing, first

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The following news piece from the WSJ, You're Reading that Too? Marry Me has just come across my desk. Apparently there is a new dating website, Alikewise, that matches members on the basis of literature preferences. While I commend the founders for keeping the service free (just like libraries!), I am skeptical of the merits of such a matching system. Don't get me wrong. I love books and shit.

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If fat people in real life look like average people in their profile pictures, then fat people in their profile pictures are...?

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The work schedule that kept me busy on nights and weekends and my flirtation with dating a person from real life spared me the horrors of the creepy world of OkCupid for a spell. I find myself less bold now. To have strange encounters with a strange person I will see once seems to require a social muscle set that has atrophied. This is a good thing however. This muscles-of-a-human-male-graph

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-42180665745472776782010-09-07T21:04:00.000-07:002010-09-07T21:12:06.002-07:00

My away pseudo boyfriend or whatever he is has been keeping in touch with me pretty regularly and I welcome all his calls, but he's apparently not reading my Online Date Club blog where I talk about how I am mad at him.I have a forgiving spirit. Especially for people whom I like like.How a lady looks when talking to men she like likes.P.S. hey guy, if you have read this and you're just choosing

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I have three days left of census work before America is counted and I will be on permanent Labor Day. Celebrating in this manner is a rather frightening prospect in a city where a taco can run you $10 if you are not careful. So what will I do? I will file for unemployment benefits and for food stamps. I will still however be desirous of wining and dining in a manner that the government does not

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-58863301655132085672010-09-01T21:01:00.000-07:002010-09-01T21:53:26.161-07:00

In my last post, I mentioned that my current relationship exists only because of the long-distance factor of his real relationship. Ironically we are now apart too. This makes me think our relationship is not one anymore. Or at least at-risk. To emphasize these concerns, my paramour left NYC impromptu style. Already on the road, he informed via text message that he had peaced. Then dead Ann

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I've got great news for lovers of my love life. My job with the Department of Commerce, U.S. Census 2010 will be ending in the near-term, giving me more time for dates, more time for their documentation, and (here is where you come in,) more blog. Congratulations to all of you.What does this mean? Basically more gory details about my new gentleman friend and our interactions delivered here. As

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1. Plan your break up in advance so you can be cool, calm, and collected. But -2. - breaking up is no easy task to accomplish. Particularly if the impetus for your break up is something like "principles" and you are not a principled person. So -3. - when you fail to stand by the principles you only thought you had, you may as well make a day of it. Go to a museum with the person you are still

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Let me tell you a story about a girl in love with online dating. With a smile on her face she would religiously check her dating inboxes late at night. With joy in her heart she would peruse the hotties search engine of OkCupid endlessly. Without frustration she would take impressively extensive train rides to meet men in far flung corners of Brooklyn. I was that girl. Now that love is gone as it

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I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this before, but I'm going to preface the following by saying that the profiles that I write for these websites are amazing works of comedic art. So when a guy wrote me on OkCupid today who despite an obvious effort, was not particularly clever, I was, as always, indignant. His profile was a similar story. When lame comedy arrives in my inbox, I wish to say to

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On this Saturday night I am not quickly blogging these words to you while the hottie I am out with is in the bathroom, but rather, I am happily in my childhood home in suburban Maryland, away from the manifestations of my hubris. "There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we now know we don’t know. But there

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Given that the population of Brooklyn alone exceeds that of DC by five-fold, it's surprising that the apparent user base of OkCupid in BK has not delivered much in the way of motivation for me to keep on keepin' on. Traveling an hour on a subway for a date that doesn't contain a modicum of joy is a failure at life itself. Sigh. It is true. All the best people to go on 1-3 dates with, trade

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-63208956189498550182010-07-05T20:06:00.000-07:002010-07-05T21:45:24.631-07:00

The long weekend that gives a nod to the nation's birth is again a satisfyingly consumptive time. Eight hours of manila folders and dreaming of barbecues at my standard rate of pay and three hours spent in the company of a teetotaler brought to you by OkCupid did not deter from a weekend packed with typical Fourth thrills. Vistas, slutty striped dresses rendered thematic, and fireworks literal

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I wouldn't have noticed more than a casual affection for online dating if I wasn't experiencing acute withdrawal symptoms. These days my work hours limit me to an online date once every week or two.Lung enthusiasts will be happy to note that I am not curing the shakes with $10 packs of taxed to the max cigarettes alone. Instead I have found my true passion being replaced with a slew of casual

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Sometimes when I am going about my business and pleasure around town I believe I am spotting Internet dates in progress. Internet dating is for me something of a hobby and I want to cast the couple a knowing glance. If it appears to be going poorly I empathize, and if it appears to be going well, I silently applaud them for finding each other and hope their success stems from a mutual disinterest

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I have an online dating conundrum. I have outgrown the weight I claim to be in my profile. Dishonest proclamations by Internet people is an issue I've treated on here as a reprehensible, and sadly expected practice. It pains me to know that I am now no better than those dreamboats who turned out to be losers in real life. I was hoping to quickly ease my way back into honesty, but the pizza and

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-49593131515348939192010-06-09T22:15:00.000-07:002010-06-09T22:21:59.207-07:00

My new work schedule has made evening dating a near impossibility. I don't know why this has taken me so many months to figure out, but meeting for lunch before work is an amazing thing. I recommend it to everyone who works from 3:30-midnight five nights a week. Yesterday I had lunch with an Internet pen pal two hours before I had to be at work. The forced deadline for a date's termination

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-31753865947992988312010-05-28T11:46:00.001-07:002010-05-28T11:56:13.272-07:00

Yes that's right kids. One more benefit to literacy has been discovered! How it works: take a book to a bar. Sit alone. Look absorbed. Wait. There will be two kinds of people running up to you. One kind thinks you may be sad and lonely. They tend to be annoying. The other kind attempts to engage you in discussing the content of the book. They have the potential to be okay.A small local study

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Despite the exciting news that I won a certain essay contest and can soon be found in another more high profile online location, I have to a degree lost interest in online dating as a hobby. This is not a philosophical issue. I maintain a firm belief that internet dating, while not always fun, is always interesting. It's just that I am the type of person who eventually tires of all hobbies for a

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-37532164507333722702010-05-18T23:43:00.000-07:002010-05-19T10:35:10.765-07:00

Fear not my little chickpeas, my long absence is not an indication that I returned from the Holy Land with a husband and an attendant lack of motivation to blog. I did not even in the biblical sense, "know" anyone in the land of Israel. My time there was as barren as the Negev Desert. This is not to say there were no intrigues. I learned however several days into the journey that the objects of

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This week, I received an email from my mother titled "I canceled your Jdate subscription." She writes:"now you can use the website to browse only. hope you are not upset but you did not seem too excited about j date and I dont want to continue to pay for it. hope you are not brokenhearted but you will have to find fodder for your blog elsewhere."Mom was pissed at Jdate for their auto renewal

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-80517689709383394172010-04-21T23:24:00.000-07:002010-04-21T23:30:57.738-07:00

I have lost my magic touch in picking decent strangers to meet in bars. For whatever reason, be it desperation, poor judgment, or coincidental fluke, I have had a string of regrettable dates of late. I've grown so lackadaisical in my choices for companions that instead of enjoyable nights on the town, I am again and again engaged in trying social situations. A dating solider wounded

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When your date offers to walk you home and you forcefully decline, preferring to take your chances with the bad guys in the street, you are on an awful date. The extent of tonight's awfulness was particularly disappointing because this man, living less than a football field's length away from my home, possessed extraordinary geographic convenience that appeals very much to the extraordinarily

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I realized I have been finding myself most attracted to the online profiles of those who cook either “passionately” or professionally, or some combination thereof. Through personal experience I learned that dating a cook has some major benefits. Basically I just want a man to feed me. My pal L. and I learned at the Museum of Sex that this desire, when taken to an extreme, is a documented

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Saturday I went on a surprise date with a person met without the aid of computer technology. It was a surprise even to me, the inviter because only at the last crucial moment did I have the gumption to do the inviting. I nearly aborted mission when I realized I had to ask this guy to hang out with me in front of an audience called my coworkers. I assume my fellowship of Census administrative

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What I’ve offered my readers has been altogether a too-gloomy treatment of dating. I am a hedonist. I am obviously enjoying myself. For those who saw my calendar, they know it was a busy week for Club Online Dating. Three human males. One weekend. Sounds like a tag line for a romantic comedy film I would like to be the protagonist of.One date that was supposed to go down this week was with a guy

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On the side bar of the Online Daters' Club, I have installed a calendar for more efficient tracking of Club operations. Please bear in mind that the formality associated with the calendar system, is designed with your benefit in mind.

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One of the most excellently amazing fun aspects of the Internet age as it relates to dating is that your friends can investigate your suitors from the comfort of their own computer terminals. Take off your trench coats and sunglasses; there is no specialized espionage training necessary. Never is such investigation more convenient than if a friend belongs to the same online dating service as you.

The Online Daterettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117396850893135832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303528639330373923.post-46079260540117970072010-03-30T06:47:00.000-07:002010-03-30T07:34:08.235-07:00

I have found myself employed by U.S. Census 2010 full-time + in an office that is absolutely window-free and comes with none of the standard Internet surfing privileges afforded to the typical white collar worker. Party over. The census operates nearly 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and on my first shift, I worked until precisely 3:45 am with nary a google mail thread to distract me from

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As promised, I am providing you with the answers to your burning questions you've so patiently waited for.Q: Had any luck with Match.Com?A: If you call a one-night stand followed by a very awkward date to a douche baggy bar surrounded by hockey enthusiasts success, then yes, Match.com was a magical experience.Q: How many times have you had a touchdown by meeting a person on these sites? Operation

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My bff, V, is not a supporter of the snowflake theory, at least not as it relates to the inhabitants of New York City. She has lived in Brooklyn for two years and says that no matter who you meet, they are “a dime a dozen,” contending that every "type" possibly imagined not only exists here, but in large quantities. This rather pessimistic view of the human experience is anathema to that of our

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I have become since the launch of this blog a tireless champion of online dating and a destroyer of the taboos associated with this modern method of romance. I also toot the horn of OkCupid so often that I should go pro and look into compensation for my endorsement of their (amazing) product.Because I so openly discuss my sex-life, my occasional love-life, and my

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Whoa! So I am actually, uh, like offended by something a stranger from the Internet has said to me. With regards to what neighborhood I live in, I present the following one-liner response:“Bushwick might as well be DC to me. Can't get there from Cobble Hill.”I actually felt a little pang when I read that. I know, I know, allowing for sensations of sadness/happiness is diametrically opposed to my

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The other day I was feeling exceptional fondness for the idea of perhaps getting hitched and knocked up one day. Brooklyn will do it to you with all the attractive well-preserved 30-something couples that are accompanied by stylish and charming little miniatures of themselves playing bocce ball in McCarren Park, etc. Looks quite blissful in these beautiful spring afternoons. I must remind myself

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Today I learned that I have Internet dating to thank for my living situation. My predecessor was quickly engaged after three months of courtship to her OkCupid boyfriend. Ah winter hibernation love. For the sake of this blog, you should all hope my bedroom is not haunted by an itch to marry strangers from the Internet prematurelyWell one site we can all be assured I won’t meet any future husbands

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I apologize to my readership for the delay between blog posts. As it turns out, preparing for a move is distracting and time consuming. First there is the partying, then there is the packing and then there is shipping of yourself off to a new land.Eager to get back into the swing of things so far as this blog is concerned, my first night as a resident of New York City was spent in part trolling

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With regards to ill suited strangers making contact with fellow members on dating websites, a famous online date blogger once asked, "Are there mystical forces at play here, encouraging these military men en masse to contact a left-wing Jew who makes exclusively weird remarks in her profile?"I now present you with a more urban example of the what-the-f-are-you-thinking factor with regards to

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Alas, some of the dreamboats with whom I had engaging correspondence with several weeks prior, and/or shared mutual winks with, have vanished into thin air. I click on their username, gaze longingly at our over 90% compatibility statistics posted still before my eyes, and am only met with a cruelly cheerful message from OkCupid:"Sorry, We don’t have a user by that name! Now would be a great time

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I spent my weekend apartment hunting in my almost new city, New York City. Given the extraordinarily low ratio of people I’ve made out with: people at-large, relative to my current city, you may imagine an aspect of refreshing newness in every breath for me there. I have to say that despite the odds in the bigness of the Big Apple, I ran into several such friends. No stress, there are charms in

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The reading from the blog at The Fridge DC last night went off without a hitch. No one booed me and I even got some laughs of the appropriately timed variety. The problem with letting me get on a stage though is that it winds me up and makes me attention hungry. Today I wore a miniskirt with pantyhose and took a long walk through the ice and snow. Given the recent conditions, female human legs

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I changed my location on OkCupid to reflect my soon-to-be home, Brooklyn. To my great joy I am no longer getting messages from do-gooders, but rather from peeps with good 'dos. And en masse because I must be appearing a lot in some fresh meat filters. Thank you to OkCupid for pulling me back from the ledge on this St. Valentines Day.Fans, if you’d like to hear me speak on the subjects covered in

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My date with the young man Thursday night was a satisfactory experience. While I love a good debate, on dates I like conversations to be like "yes, yes, yes, I agree that Woody Allen's wife being his daughter is a non-issue," etc. for three hours. That is what occurred.I was mistaken, he was not fresh off the college boat, but rather still currently enrolled(!) Yet, his age and relative

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I am going on a date with a very young man this week, because despite my advancing years, the men I find attractive stay the same age. I teeter on the edge of social unacceptability with this fresh off the college boat boy of 22 years. I eye my 27th birthday cautiously.Me now: Me soon enough:All I can hope for is that my mental maturity dampens my interest in these nubile bodies before my

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On the probability of rekindling lost love, one popular cinematic representation of a misogynistic singleton from early 90’s LA said to another: “Somehow they don't come back until you really don't care anymore.”Somehow, sometimes, the beautiful babies don’t wait long enough before returning.Inclement weather and the attendant hibernation we enter, do funny things to our romantic inclinations.

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Not that my faith in online dating is strong enough that I think this is truly a legitimate concern, but suppose I met the love of my life in the next month? I’ve encountered a new set of hotties in the last few days, and if I schedule enough dates with them, it is not impossible. In addition to saying goodbye to my friends and family and home of eight years, I would also have to leave the stud

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Sometimes my non-online life is compelling enough that I can go several days in a row without going on any online dates, responding to any of the notes I receive from strangers, or thinking much about the subject of meeting strangers online. Such a vacation happened this weekend. I apologize to any avid readers of the Online Dater's Club for my popularity. Having prefaced with this, I am sure you

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One of the many statistics OkCupid displays in a user’s profile is how often they reply when other users message them. One of the latest emails to hit my inbox was prefaced like a college applicant’s reach school essay. “I see that you only reply selectively but…” It feels swell to be the m-f-ing Harvard University of online dating…(well to be honest I may be more like a Swarthmore or a Cornell.)

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Tomorrow night I’m going on a date with a hippie. It’ll be just like 1998, when that was my type. Except now I’ll actually be going on a date versus just wanting very much to go on one. If his profile mirrors reality, I will be having drinks with my 15-year-old self’s wet dream. Since 26-year-old self goes on too many dates as it is, and no longer appreciates restrictive diets and patchouli aroma

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A customer at the coffee shop told me he tried Internet dating once; via eHarmony, he arranged a day trip with a woman to a winery. Perhaps Karma was frowning on the ambitious day-long nature of this date. When he picked her up that morning, it became clear that she had misrepresented her weight by at least fifty pounds. Not only this, she had in their online communications said she was Christian

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I both love and hate universally those other souls in this online dating subculture I’ve joined. In the vein of Climbing Mt. Everest or taking a Polar Bear plunge, I respect us for our headlong pursuit into the masochistic abyss. The courage we employ in our shameless pursuit of happiness is not to be scoffed at, for there is no more vulnerable social activity than that of the blind date.

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We postponed the afternoon bagel date by several hours and opted to ingest our carbohydrates in liquid form. Shocking.In retrospect:Oops I did it again, I told another Internet date about this blog. An unfortunate pattern that occurs: They first wonder aloud if the date they are on is a sham. Then they are un-trusting of my insistence that their identity will not be detectable to the reading

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In the interest of not being the next James Frey, I am going to have to disappoint you all with truth. My date last night was not some major ideological battle with a prepster who is on a mission to widen my pants and reduce the size of my glasses. He was very accepting of my actual existence and our engaging discussion revealed that our similarities were far greater than our differences. I

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Tomorrow I go on a date with a member of the square community with whom I’ve had exclusively antagonistic communications. He was immediately condescending toward me and I have unabashedly responded in kind. This character, who grew up on the more privileged side of the privileged town I grew up in, is angling for a Georgetown bar for the big date. I think he is testing me and I will grin like

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On my date last night with my friend from Jimmy V’s, we managed to find things to flap our yaps about for a solid four-and-a-half hours. (I would love to be a person in a restaurant listening in on one of my dates. I shamelessly find myself terribly interesting.) Of course, he will soon be reading these words because this yap don’t know how not to flap and now he is aware of the URL to this blog.

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If you log into an online dating site on a Friday during the last business hour of the day you are going to get deluged with instant messages. Being rather unemployed, I am not judging, but I wonder how those with profiles suggesting 9-5 jobs would feel if their bosses caught them attempting to scrounge up a date during their final company hour of the week.Not everyone is looking for a Friday

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Let me start by saying that last night was a fun date. Kids. Fun – there you go an adjective. A detail if you will.When you meet up with a stranger from the Internet, there is that awkward moment where you are unsure that the person in front of you and the person whose thumbnail image you’ve been viewing over the past few days are one and the same. So I always approach timidly with the sexy

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I would like to make an appeal to readers out there aware of my true identity. Should you happen to see me in public with an individual you do not know, it is likely I am on a Internet date with a stranger. For obvious reasons, please refrain from using the following type of language within earshot of stranger:Gosh you are such a darn good writer, I'm really enjoying your blog about online dating

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As a broadminded freethinker, who practices cultural relativism, I believe anyone should be allowed to wear any kind of pants they want and listen to any records they think are groovy. But lets not mince words when it comes to the devastating toll aesthetic discrepancies can have on the viability of a romance.There are some handsome guys on here who are curing feline AIDS and mentoring

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I just went to a popular karaoke night where I discovered the following:When I see hot faces, I am frustrated by there being no button I can click to discover whether the person attached to the hot face is into girls, what their favorite things to do on a first date are, and whether they might perchance want to make out with me.Rather than simply being able to enjoy an old bald heavyset gentleman

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I wish I could share with you the promised particulars of Internet date night, but the stranger diagnosed himself with a debilitating common cold 2.5 hours before show time. The truth or falseness of his affliction is not something I’ve devoted much thought to.But evidently there are some who would prefer to actually put genuine stock into what happens with Internet people they have not yet met.

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I knew that in a town of this size, with a scene of even smaller proportions there was a possibility of the following happening, yet it threw me for a loop in any case. Last night I was having a normal night out with humans I know from my daily experiences, when all of a sudden – oh, hey who is that guy - am I at home using my computer and wearing 3D glasses or am I looking at an online pen pal

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Tomorrow I attend an as of yet unplanned experience that I will refer to in the system of nomenclature I've developed: Male 4, Date 1. My darling readers, you have been patient long enough. After this date, I will satiate your curious appetites with all the notable specifics.Beyond keeping you interested in the blog, the logging of the date details will serve a practical purpose for me, the

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A friend mentioned she could use my advice when writing her online dating profile. My initial reaction was alarm. I don’t want to help my friends falsely advertise themselves! Their dates will be mislead to believe they are getting involved with some kind of wise guy. But we worked out these concerns and worked out her profile to retain her authentic voice (sans the inclusion of a Jane Austen

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An online date is a meeting with a perfect stranger for, above all, mutual evaluation and scrutiny. Over the past two weeks, I have signed myself up for this experience multiple times in rapid succession. My Date 2 with Male 3 was particularly demoralizing and I returned to the drawing board feeling that I'd exhausted all possibilities for encountering hotties in the online universe.I was ready

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Ways in which dates the fruit are healthier than dates the activity:The Fruit: assists digestionThe Activity: may cause stomachacheThe Fruit: maintains healthy nervous systemThe Activity: makes healthy system nervousThe Fruit: counters sexual weaknessThe Activity: highlights sexual weaknessThe Fruit: easy to prepare and enjoyThe Activity: difficult to prepare for, no guarantee of enjoyment

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A concerned reader just told me that the public would like more about what goes on during my dates. I will admit that I have been purposely vague with you thus far, unsure how much detail was ethically appropriate to include. I had hoped you wouldn’t notice, but you have. So I thank my reader for the feedback. If it is details that you want, it is details that I hope to provide for you.That being

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The expiration date on my Match.com membership looms overhead and in anticipation of saying goodbye to the service (despite it yielding me one very good date) I have signed up for OkCupid. I have finally found the online dating service of my dreams. Its interface is extremely attractive. It’s clever, and it makes me laugh.It understands where I am coming from, and asks me intelligent questions

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Dear Blog,Sometimes online dating can be so wonderful that one feels compelled to relate to their blog as though it is their pre-adolescent diary. This is such a time. Oh Blog, he was so cute and nice and had a neat sweater on. I could go on, with gushy and dorky sentiment, but I may have like liked my date so much that I mentioned the existence of you to him. So just in case he was born after

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Milan Kundera discusses fortuitous love in his philosophical novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. To Kundera, we must chide he who ignores life’s mysterious coincidences, because doing so, “thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.” But in the world of online dating, there are no mysterious coincidences. There are databases with search engines and parameters. There is, as one Onion

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I just went on what they call a "date." I am going to have to come clean with where I encountered this fella because it was not on Match, not on JDate and not in real life. I joined Onion Personals many moons before this blog was even a twinkle in my eye. I had even already met two nice gents through the site. If I'd have mentioned this bit from the start though, you would have been made aware

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On the subject of profile photos, my friend Dave, a Match.com user notes that cropping can be clever, but needs to be consistent if it’s really going to trick people. He said, “I love the fatties that only show head-shots. Then their last one will be of below decks.”But to what end? The best-case scenario a thunder thighs deceiver can hope for is a disappointed date. Be proud of your thunder

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These sites want you to indicate in your profile whether you want to make babies or not. I find the concept of saying one way or the other unsettling at this juncture. While I feel very thin today, and am not sure I could compromise that with a pregnancy, at the same time, I reflect on the dog that licked my hand in the park and wonder if he senses I have an underlying nurturing spirit. I wonder

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JDate, due to the limited scope of its users, will never acquire the market dominance necessary to put it at the legal risk of becoming a genericized trademark. But it is worth noting that it can be a verb and two kinds of nouns.Examples of Usage:I was cool and detached about this whole JDating thing.So I surprised myself when I experienced sudden nervousness in the final seconds that preceded

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Would you believe my mother's ambitions for project Jdate have nothing to do with this blog? For her it is a down-payment on a grandchild. "This will be the best $90 I ever spent," she said rubbing her hands together gleefully as she watched me create my profile. She smiled broadly as I sent my first note to a guy with a Jew-fro: "your hair is lovely."gallery of jfros representing the 3 things

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It seems statistically impossible that a dozen guys in combat gear are writing, winking at, and hotlisting me (hotlisting is another way of showing one’s love in the online dating world). Yet it is so. Are there mystical forces at play here, encouraging these military men en masse to contact a left-wing Jew who makes exclusively weird remarks in her profile? If it is fate, fate sure has a funny

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My mother is not a bigot, but in the context of her daughter's romantic prospects, Jewish men are superior. After many offers of providing me with a small grant for a trial JDate profile, I have acknowledged a force within me I have long tried to suppress - (and at the risk of sounding like an Urban Outfitters t-shirt) I love Jewish boys.Future hottieBlessed are you oh JDate, ruler of the online

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After receiving 1o mysterious emails from the Match.com community, I succumbed and paid $35 for a one month subscription. Whoever says that money cannot buy happiness has never shelled out cash to access an online date profile message inbox. These notes were full of love and praise for moi.But alas all good things must come to an end.Why happiness bought in this scenario was a merely fleeting

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Still on Match.com.Occasionally my heart does this weird skip of a beat thing when I see six figure salaries listed in these guy's profiles. Please don't condemn me. It is with trepidation and regret that I report this to the public. Truth be told, I am repulsed by the listing of your salary in your profile at all (well there are range brackets, but still.) It is gross and a half. Those of

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My ex-boyfriend just informed me that he's heard Match.Com is the online dating service of choice "for philistines/douches" and that his current girlfriend was saying that OkCupid is "the hipster one." Thanks team.I guess I made a dreadful mistake. Is there a term for when douche bags point at themselves for photo opportunities?OkCupid is also free(ish, there are pay tiers but basic membership

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The thing about being an online dating blogger is that there are booby traps all day, every day that could thwart your future deals with publishing houses and well-respected independent film studios. A few examples of things to be wary of:1. Parties and art openings full of interesting attractive people.2. Dance situations where physical and/or eye contact is made3. Casual dinners with your

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Today marks Day Three of a Match.com membership so basic it doesn't include the privilege of reading the contents of my inbox. These love notes, (I have six such so far) will remain unanswered so long as I stubbornly avoid paying a subscription fee. I will succumb to a membership which allows me to read these carefully crafted solicitations only when my inbox reaches 10, as a present to myself

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