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I Was Just Kidding!

I grew up in a family of zingers. We zinged at fork point for emphasis. We zinged going up stairs. We zinged while driving in cars. We zinged while sitting in chairs.

All in all, we had a zinging good time. And then I went to college in the South (capitalized on purpose.) Quickly established my zinging skills and just as quickly found myself in a shrinking circle of friends. Being the astute social observer that I can be, I shut up. I sat back. I started really listening. I learned that zinging is NOT considered high wit in the South. In fact, it’s widely considered in poor taste by most Southern Gents and Belles to purposely make someone else appear foolish in front of their peers. (Unless you are adding “Bless her heart” to the end of your statement… but that is another story entirely.)

I had to stop zinging? Really? Continue reading

Online Profiles: What Not To Do

In light of the fact that online dating sites like Match.com are reporting a record number of members, I thought a quick re-cap of what not to do on your online dating profile would be in order:

1. Be Fun! Cynical, pessimistic and skeptical only come across as attractive to like minded folks and the CIA. Listing off what you don’t want only taunts those very people to email you and tell you either (a) why they aren’t that person or (b) why there is nothing wrong with being one of the points on your list. Go with mom’s old axiom here… “If you don’t have anything nice to say… don’t say anything at all.”

2. Speaking of mom…if you’re puzzling on profile picture selection, ask your opposite sex friends for feedback first. After all, mom’s not really your target market. Find out what picture they think not only resembles you but best shows your personality and makes you look H.O.T. (If your “friend” picks a picture with any of #3′s points, ditch said “friend” from your advice pool. ASAP!)

3. On the topic of pictures. The SO NOT HOT list includes the following:

  • bare-chested bathroom mirror self portraits
  • pictures with only bits and pieces of your ex left in the frame
  • pictures with you and a bunch of hooters waitress look-a-likes Continue reading

If You Want To Get Attention In A Bar… Take A Kindle.

Apparently Amazon’s Kindle is more compelling than a smile, more of an invitation than eye contact and works better for an ice breaker than a cute little puppy dog. Honestly, the level of unsolicited attention kind of reminds me of how I felt when people decided they had an open invitation to chat simply because I drove a convertible in LA. Anyway…

I arrived at my hotel LATE last night and as a result, scrambled to make it to the bar downstairs before they stopped serving. I slid into the open seat at the bar, grabbed a menu and waved down the bartender to sneak in my order 10 minutes before the kitchen closed. Then, breathing a sigh of relief (I was HUNGRY), I flipped open my Kindle.

After years of flirting with baggage overage charges on my longer trips due to my voracious reading patterns, I finally caved last week and ordered a Kindle. I didn’t think I would like it as much as I do. I also had no clue it was going to be considered an open invitation to any male in the vicinity to approach and ask me about what I’m reading and why, how I like the Kindle and can they buy me a drink.

Perhaps this doesn’t surprise some of you. After all, the dating advice books all say to take along or wear a conversation starter when entering a new public venue. Team hat, funny t-shirt, interesting necklace… whatever would give another person an entrance to start talking to you. But, you see, I’ve been reading books in public for years. I simply have no fear of going to dinner with my literary flavor of the day for a date. And can safely say that rarely has anyone used that as a reason to talk to me. Perhaps its because I read books that improvise as dumbbells when away from a gym… but whatever the reason… the Kindle does not send the same literary spinster message as a hefty tome of historical fiction or the latest book on cultural development.

As I quickly discovered on my culinary adventure last night. Continue reading

Public Displays of Affection

PDA: Public Displays of Affection (otherwise known as making out where other people can see you, hear you or just generally be disturbed by you)

I saw a couple canoodling on a very crowded train the other day and thought, “I’m really glad that I’m not standing where that guy’s hand is moving since things are about to get really awkward if he touches the stranger behind his girlfriend in an incredibly inappropriate place…”

Now, I’m not particularly anti-PDA or pro-PDA, but in my humble opinion, there seems to be occasions where it might be more or less appropriate than others. So I thought I would share a few of the less appropriate…

You should probably keep your hands and lips to yourself when:

  • any elderly person with a heart condition is present
  • you have a dog that gets “inspired” by your frisky natures (if you start humping type activities at a dog park, well, you are either incredibly brave or enormously stupid)
  • your hand is in danger of touching a stranger due to close contact and roaming appendages (especially if that someone else looks like Mr. Clean)
  • you first meet each others parents
  • others may wonder if you are trying to disprove the Calvin Klein tag line: “Nothing gets between me and my Calvins…”
  • that ex you have a restraining order out on is anywhere in the near vicinity
  • you are in danger of becoming the latest subject in the defensive driving videos titled “Death on the Highway” or “Dead in 5 seconds” (yes, the SUV next to you has a CLEAR view of what you are doing)
  • you are at work, in front of your boss, on top of the copier, in the broom closet, etc. Whatever you dream about, in reality you are not McSteamy on “Grey’s Anatomy”
  • you are at church or temple (see previous note about heart conditions)
  • kids under the age of 12 have a direct line of sight into your soap opera audition
  • you are in the middle of a packed movie theatre (do the rest of us a HUGE favor and take a note from High School by sitting in the back if you plan to do any covert groping)
  • your roommate/house mate has to maneuver around you in order to get a drink of water, watch tv or just generally live in the same square footage you and your slobbery second are occupying

As a special note to the girls: please, please for not only your boyfriend’s sake, but everyone else’s as well… no snuckums, sugar baby, pookie bear or Italian stallions necessary. Yes, some of us live in the land of nicknames and endearments and the habit of calling each other honey, sweetie, babe, etc is perfectly normal and, at times, not even noticed by others. Its when you get into the realm of the unusual or terms that hint at bedroom behavior, that you need to firmly draw the line. For many guys, there is nothing worse than their girl dropping the L word in front of his friends and the expectant silence that follows. So leave the I love you’s for private usage and save both of you some embarrassment.

Brief kisses, holding hands, whispers, lingering touches on the small of the back, sweet glances, walking arm in arm, opening doors and holding coats… basically all activity inspired from affection instead of lust are actually quite charming and witnessed by most (bitter singles and lonely marrieds excepted) with something closer to inspiration than tolerance. But if others have to hear the slurps, see the groping hands or heaven forbid need to leave the area in order to shelter their children from the slobber storm, you have ventured into the realm of overt, inappropriate and frankly gross public behavior.

Yoga Pants: Love ‘em or leave ‘em

Yes, I joined the 12 step program to get over my yoga pant addiction. The comfort… the stretch… the flexibility… black versatility… I digress. Seriously, being the self-employed type, I was able to get away with a 7 day a week yoga pants habit until one of my friends staged an intervention.

He told me that yes, I look AhMazing in yoga pants. And that generally, stretchy, booty cupping black yoga pants are a favorite with men. In the gym. Or immediately post gym. Or running to the coffee shop, still a bit sweaty after working out. But not every day, day in and day out. I asked him why, if guys so enjoyed scoping the booty, would they mind my wearing yoga pants regularly?

The explanation:

  1. Yes, guys like the yoga pants (on the right girls — after all, spandex is a privilege not a right,) but its what it communicates that can be the problem. When a woman wears sweats or the equivalent thereof day in and day out, it communicates to her man that she doesn’t care to put any effort into looking good or special for him. After all, she gets all dressed up to go out with the girls. She pulls out a great dress when going to a party. She even cleans up to go see the family. But she wears… yoga pants when coming over for an intimate dinner for two. She wears yoga pants when walking in the park with the dogs. She wears yoga pants… to go catch a movie. She wears yoga pants … ALL the time! To a guy that says, she just doesn’t care about looking good for him.
  2. Communication number 2 from perpetual yoga pants: If I marry this girl, I’m going to come home day in and day out to screaming kids, dirty yoga pants and hair in a scrunchy. Mom jeans if I get lucky. The end of my sexy life as I know it.
  3. Communication number 3 from yoga pants-r-us: She’s lazy. Too lazy to take care of herself. Too lazy to put together a cute outfit. Too lazy to care about what might turn me on. Lazy.

A bit stunned by this fascinating landscape hidden within a man’s mind, I began to rethink my yoga pants addiction. Yes, they are comfortable, but so are the right pair of jeans. Yes, they are practical, but my life could use a bit less practical and a bit more panache. I thought they said, that girl works out! Instead I was broadcasting, future house marm with a potential for mom jeans or even worse, pink velour track suit. *shudder* Nothing could be further from the truth for me.

I took a lesson from one of my more put together girlfriends and had her come over and re-organize my closet. I was counseled to keep a few “kicking around town but not date-worthy” clothing pieces and promptly forbidden to wear any of my workout clothes further than an hour before or after a workout.

My friends were right. I like the feedback from non-daily yoga pants wear much more than my previous back in black theme… I’ve gotten more dates than I know what to with. It could be that I feel more put together and sexy on a day to day basis or… it could be that the 12 steps are helping me keep my yoga pants in the drawer when not using them for actual yoga.

Do you guys agree? Do yoga pants communicate a lack of consideration to you as well? Or is this all just overblown fancy in the part of one or two guy’s minds?

Online Dating: Eharmony Style

For all of you online daters out there, you know there are certain… ummm… limitations to the process.

First would be the “truth factor” — is that “current” picture from this year or just this decade? Is this hot girl really some fat hairy guy (no offense to the non-scamming fat hairy guys) posing as a super babe in order to pull my chivalrous self into some sort of masterminded scam by convincing me that I get to go out with her in exchange for some “favors” I do for her in the interim? Is he/she really single or just trying to get some side action? You know… things that are usually easy to figure out within social circles or “real” life but not always obvious on-line.

Then we have the “Three R factor” — reading, riting and rithmatic. Is the scary spelling and you suspect it might not be English grammar indicative of a severe learning disorder, English as a second language, sheer laziness or an indication that the education level indicated is patently false?  Even if you don’t care, trying to decipher some of the “text speak” that comes through in emails and profiles can be daunting. “Wht r u dng 2nite? Hk up l8r? i lv tues 4 nj 4 wk n hf.”

There are all sorts of pitfalls and snafus encountered in the on-line dating process without the actual site contributing to the process. I was thinking about this as I was deleting some “matches” due to incompatibility the other day and would like to respectfully submit some alternative phrasings to Eharmony’s “closing” section.

**Disclaimer: The following content contains humor in the form of sarcasm, un-PC verbiage and irony which some may find unsuitable for daily consumption. Read at your own risk and remember that views expressed below are not necessarily supported by the author when she isn’t being snarky for public consumption. Also, your laptop might be hot. Please be careful when commenting your suggestions.**

“I have decided to close communication because…” 
(choose as many as apply)

 
  • I think our family backgrounds are too different. (Girl Speak: You seem to be strange and I can’t quite put my finger on anything other than you just aren’t “good people.” Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • I have too much happening in my life at the moment. (Girl Speak: I’m bored already. Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • I don’t feel that the chemistry is there. (Girl and Guy Speak: You ugly.)
 
  • I don’t think our Must Haves and Can’t Stands fit. (Girl: You hit 3 of my 10 deal-breakers and I’ve lost interest. Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • I think the physical distance between us is too great. (Girl and Guy: I may be “open” to matches across the country, but only if they are perfect in every way. Oh! AND live in a cool city.)
 
  • I want to pursue other matches at Eharmony. (Girl Speak: My eyes glazed over and I fell asleep while reading your profile. I consequently bruised my chin because my head fell onto my keyboard. Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • I am pursuing another relationship. (I wouldn’t be if you were a catch.)
 
  • I’m just not ready for the next step. (Girl Speak: I’ve lost interest because of something you said or that new picture you posted. Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • I am taking a break from dating. (and that’s why I’m still looking at my online dating accounts)
 
  • I would rather not say. (You. Scare. Me. OR I really don’t want to hurt your feelings and I will if I say why I’m closing this match.)
 
  • This match never responded to my request to communicate. (And that sucks because I thought you were interesting and/or hot so un-close this match if you ever get back onto Eharmony and lets talk!)
 
  • I think the difference in age between us is too great. (Girl Speak: You look older/younger than you claim to be. (p.s. the liver spots on your face are a dead give away that you are not, in fact, 39) Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • I think the difference in our values is too great. (Girl Speak: I have no idea why Eharmony matched us and am questioning their procedures at this point. Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • Based on statements in their profile, I’m not interested in this match. (Girl: You know where you said ________? Yes, that’s offensive. Guy Speak: Not Hot. Next.)
 
  • Because there are no photos posted/I couldn’t see any photos. (The most honest/non-PC excuse on here)
 
  • Because I was put on Hold. (I don’t play second string.)
 
  • Because we are communicating outside of Eharmony (Crap! That’s going to be an awkward conversation with my boss tomorrow morning.)
 
  • Other (I saw your pic, skimmed your profile and am not interested. No offense.) 

 

EXCUSES NOT OFFERED BY EH… YET:

The information on your profile is: (a) too little (b) too much (c) boring (d) fake

I forwarded your profile to my friend and she said that in person you look NOTHING like your picture. AND you have B.O.

The fact that you have dead creatures in every profile picture leads me to believe you live in a deer stand. I prefer plumbing and wifi access to cooking up your carcases.

2 children is do-able. 9 is not.

The hot bimbettes hanging on you in every profile picture lead me to believe you wouldn’t know a real boob if it hit you in the face.

The fact that your picture is literally the size of my thumbnail and grainy to boot, leads me to believe that it may be from the pre-digital camera age and not exactly representative of your current look.

Handling the Holidays with Humor

Strategies for coping with date’s family on Thanksgiving. Or 10 ways to make sure you DON’T get invited back:

  1. Don’t go and send your phone to one of those Nigerian scam emailers to field the angry follow up calls from your date.
  2. Join Aunt Mildred in breaking her 5 day sobriety count.
  3. Wear hair in pigtails and insist on sitting at the kiddie table because you’ll have more fun.
  4. Offer to come in spite of coming down with a case of the “whooping cough” that very morning.
  5. When asked about kids or marriage plans, tell everyone that you were thinking a commune in Waco would be a nice place to raise a family.
  6. Since your parents have been making noises about you gaining weight, make sure to get lots of cute pictures of you in your fat suit eating pie so they can feel like they were right there with you for the holiday.
  7. Take calls from your bookie at the dinner table. Make sure to ask the men of the house if they want you to place any game day bets for them.
  8. Bring your lap dog and insist on feeding her food that you pre-chewed for her… right at the table.
  9. Drown yourself in Axe body spray. It will completely alter the taste of the turkey forever. For everyone who can smell you.
  10. If you are someone who thinks loud farts, belches and booger wiping is funny, just be yourself.

Anyone else have ideas to help the daters who have to weather their date’s family for the holidays?

You Lost Me At Hello

You lost me at hello when you:

(gathered from a wide range of stories and people. No, they are not all “mine.” Some of them are though *evil grin*)

  • denied that tan line on your left ring finger as being from the wedding ring you just shoved in your pocket.
  • told me that you broke up with your ex when she “couldn’t lose the baby weight.”
  • told me that you broke up with your ex when he bought a Jeep instead of a BMW.
  • brought your toy poodle with the “Jimmy Chew” shoe to munch on while we met for our first date.
  • your dog stuck his nose right up my mini-skirt.
  • greeted me with the words, “I own a Mercedes.”
  • compared my recently single self to … “The best parking spot just opened up and this is me pouncing on it. Dinner tonight?”
  • wore plaid and paisley together and called it fashion.
  • explained that your ex is “crazy.” Apparently he didn’t like you having cyber sex without him.
  • watched me fall out of the boat and waited for me to get myself back in. No, no, its okay — I don’t need help. Thanks!
  • asked if you could take my picture. naked.
  • handed the phone to me when your mom called. On the first date. AND she knew who I was.
  • introduced me to your ex as your “orthodontist.” I think the hand holding and your obviously non-braced teeth might have given you away.
  • referred to yourself in the third person. Consistently and not in a funny way.
  • name dropped people I’d never even heard of. (The funny one? Name dropping my old boss’s name. yes, the one I’m still friends with. She doesn’t know you. I asked.)
  • drooled on your shirt while ogling that hottie who just walked by and then tried to excuse it as “I think I know them!” Drool spots are distracting you know!
  • told me that your ex was terrible in bed and that is why you decided to try out the neighbor instead.
  • grandstanded about your favorite subject, yourself, for three hours without even asking me what I thought of you.
  • left your phone number for the waitress when you thought I wasn’t looking.
  • couldn’t put away your cell phone even for date night.
  • lied. 
  • posted a picture of an Abercrombe model as your main head shot on your profile.
  • sent our mutual friend a twin text inviting her on a dinner date when I replied 2 minutes earlier “already have plans but next time please…!” 
  • wanted to know if I’d noticed how “attracted” you are to me. 
  • broke up with me via post it note and “parting gift.”
  • told me that your ex liked your penis as much as you do.
  • revealed that you think your “substance abuse” issues might hold you back in life but have no plans to do anything about it.
  • admired your grandfather for being an “incredible player who could bag any chick he wanted even into his 80′s.”
  • forgot to call when you said you would.
  • not only stalked me to the ladies room and tried to make out with me, but found the hotel I was staying at and tried to bribe security to show you up to my room a few hours later.
  • made date plans with me and brought a date with you. No, I was not talking about a 3-some when I mentioned that I thought she was pretty.
  • sent me a picture of your penis. On our first instant messaging conversation.

Feel free to add your own stories…

Little Old Lady in a Lincoln Part Deux

Well folks, sorry for the delay, but we have an update from the world of “S” and “the guy on the scene.”

A quick re-cap for those who missed post #1.

Old lady. Driving. Runs red. Spins one car out of control along with her own. My friend “S” winds up in a car sandwich. Neccesitating “guy on the scene” to help her out of the back hatch of her Jeep. Numbers exchanged. Voice mail left asking “S” out on a date.

This is where we pick up the story.

“S” calls “G.O.T.S.” back and says she’d be happy to get together for coffee but will be out of town until Thursday, would that be ok? She waits thru day 1 of no call back — no worries, these things take time in the life of a busy person. In fact, it hardly registers on her radar that there has been radio silence. Day #2 goes by. Still nothing. “S” is traveling and doesn’t think too much about it. Day #3 goes by and “S” is starting to wonder about “G.O.T.S.” Day #4…more of the same followed by phone call to friends asking WTF? On day #5 she gets this message (or something close — I am taking poetic license while sticking to the story line.)

“S,” I have been avoiding calling you back because, well, I met this girl at my apartment complex the day after I left you that message and well, its all going so well that we’ve decided to be boyfriend/girlfriend so I know you’ll understand when I say I can’t meet you out for coffee after all. but I hope your back gets better!” click. dial tone.

To refresh the time line… Day 1 = accident. Day 2 = call exchange. Day 3 = ask on date. Day 4 = acceptance call from “S.” G.O.T.S. meet girl. Days 6-9 = silence. Day 10 = new girlfriend.

This all goes to illustrate a few points:

  1. The early bird gets the worm.
  2. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
  3. Never put off until tomorrow what you can avoid all together.
  4. Throw a lucky man into the sea and he will come up with a fish in his mouth.

Welcome to dating… Austin style.

Air Dog Sequence

Happy Friday!

I'm pretty sure he thought he saw a swimming squirrel

I'm pretty sure he thought he saw a swimming squirrel