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Sick of Being Single? Create a Match.com Summer Singles Event and Win!

Online dating is a misnomer.  At least that’s what I told everyone at my Online Dating 101 workshops earlier this year: get offline and get into the real world as soon as possible! Of course, some people enjoy months of correspondence with unknown pen-pals who turn out to be complete lunatics but I’m not one of them.  At least not anymore.  Which is why I’m so excited about the fact that Match.com is celebrating its one year anniversary of getting people offline thanks to Stir Events. What is Stir?  I’m so glad you asked.  Stir didn’t exist during the days of my manthropological experiment—in fact, when I logged on during my workshop in February to show some elderly women how to navigate the home page, I was taken by surprise and had to admit that I wasn’t quite as “up” on the world of online dating as I once was— but nowadays Match.com members around the country can get together for real time, real life singles events, ranging from large-scale happy hours at popular venues …

My Discarded Men

So, whatever happened to the Norwegian?  I don’t know to be honest.  I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even Monday!) but I realized that I do have a few loose ends to tie up. And so, getting back to the Norwegian.  We tried to get together after our first date but never managed to schedule a second rendezvous.  I thought about contacting him again last week but it seems like too much time has passed and in the words of my favorite British comedian, I’m simply not “bovvered.” As for the Salsa Date, I knew something was wrong when he told me he was free till noon after last week’s brunch date and I didn’t press him to stay past 11:00.  I hemmed and hawed over how to break the news and finally settled on an email. (Although the following did cross my mind…) Turns out I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t quite “feelin’ it.”  We’ve decided to remain friends and given the lack of drama involved …

How to Outsmart eHarmony

My God.  I’d forgotten how much work goes into online dating.  And I haven’t even reached the dating phase yet!  I’m still stuck in the interminable quagmire that comprises eHarmony’s “Guided Communication Process” but I will say this: I’ve received some interesting prospects this week. My eHarmony subscription is paid up through June.  As I mentioned last month, the matches they’d been sending me went from bad (5’6”) to worse (5’4”).  And yes, I know I shouldn’t be so hung up on the height thing but I can’t help it.  It’s one of my non-negotiables, and a girl’s allowed at least a few less-than-rational demands, isn’t she?  I mean its not as if I’m asking all of my Potential Soul Mates to take up baroque dance or eighteenth-century costuming. Anyway, I figured that the folks over at eHarmony figured that they’d never be able to send me six or seven good candidates every day for the final four months of my subscription (and that I’d call to complain as evidently so many of their clients …

A Column(ist) is Born!

Did I mention that I’ll be getting paid to date this time around? My dad’s always said “Figure out what it is that you love and then figure out how to make a living at it.”  Well, I love men.  I love shoes.  I love getting dressed up and as those of you reading this know, I love to date.  As far as I can tell, there are two and only two ways to turn these sorts of “interests” into some form of gainful employment. I could become an escort—a high priced call girl, if you will—or I could write a column. I’m not sure that this was exactly what my dad had in mind—writing a bi-weekly column about online dating is a far cry from proper Pulitzer-worthy journalism—but it’s still pretty damn exciting.  Plus, the only thing I enjoy more than writing about myself is writing about myself when I’m wearing heels and heading out to meet some handsome stranger in yet another fancy restaurant. So I’m going back on Match.com (thank God! eHarmony …

What Really Happened with Date #17?

I did it.  I resisted the urge to text PSM#2, spent Thursday night alone and headed off to my Quaker retreat with nary a word to or from my current eHarmony contender.  Of course posting about my inability to play hard to get kind of defeats the purpose (especially because I have reason to suspect that PSM#2 might be reading).  You’re not supposed to tell the man in the question that you’re playing hard to get.  In fact, you’re not supposed play hard to get at all; you’re supposed to simply be unattainable. And unavailable. And un-whatever else it is that I’ve been doing wrong. And so, if you are reading this PSM#2, I would like to remind you that I am very busy and important—at least to the masses of preschoolers who rely on me to tie their shoes every morning.  Contrary to public opinion, I do not spend the majority of my time obsessing over dating (or the men I’ve branded with various numerical identifiers).  In fact, you’d be hard pressed to find …

An Unexpected Development

He called just to talk.  I repeat: he called JUST to TALK!  After a mere two dates!  I was on my way home from work last night when my phone launched into a rather unexpected epileptic fit and nearly hurled itself from the center console of my Zipcar.  (Yes, I’m a Zipster.  Yes, I love it.  And no, I’m not really bothered by the fact that I don’t own a car because until the day comes when I’m a best-selling author and can thus afford a customized yellow Mini Cooper that runs on bio diesel and will facilitate my participation in high-action chase scenes a la The Italian Job, I don’t want one.) Because I spend the majority of my waking hours teaching, I keep my phone on vibrate, hence all of the ricochet action when PSM1’s name appeared on my screen.  (I also keep it on vibrate because I’m a bit of an old lady when it comes to my beauty rest.  Yes, I was thrilled to receive an invitation to an old friend’s …

T-24 Hours

Hold onto your hats folks: in just 24 hours I will be back on the horse, or the wagon or whatever word normal people use to describe yet another round of adventures in serial dating.  As previously noted, I’m going the eHarmony route this time, and what a circuitous route it’s been! One of my readers advised me not to set myself any lofty “30 dates” goals this time around because unlike Match.com, eHarmony likes to prolong the courtship process.  Well, he was right.  Between all of the multiple choice questions, the “must haves” and “cant stands” and finally the free response answers, it’s taken me a week to set up one date.  One!  At this rate, I’ll be lucky to find a boyfriend by the time I’m thirty, less alone someone to kiss beneath the Penn’s Landing fireworks on New Years. But I’m going to be all about quality this time around, not quantity, at least that’s what I’m telling myself.  Plus, my winter wardrobe is not exactly up to snuff.  It’s easy to …

A Secretarial Boyfriend, Please

I don’t need a boyfriend.  I need a secretary.  Would it be possible, I wonder, to find one person to fulfill both rolls?  I’m thinking something along the lines of, “Hey babe, could you grab me another cup of coffee?  And while you’re at it, please call Date #9 to confirm that I’m meeting him in Rittenhouse tomorrow night.  Thanks hon!” Then again, maybe not. I’ve been resisting the urge to create a spreadsheet to keep track of my dates (seriously, a spreadsheet?  Isn’t that just a tab dehumanizing?), but now I’m starting to think that my sticky tabs aren’t going to cut it.  Not when I’ve spent the past 48 hours arranging another first date marathon. I’m going with a nice neutral colored nail polish this time because being the mature serial dater that I am (and no, “mature serial dater” is not an oxymoron!), I’ve learned from my past mistakes. Lesson #1: If you want to end up with some seriously messed up cuticles, then by all means: go ahead and repaint your …