Dating can be Hell.

November 3rd, 2008

Just for fun, I went to the eHarmony website and filled out their free personality profile.

OK, not so much for fun, but it’s been a pretty dismal year on the dating scene and I thought I’d let the experts take a shot.

I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to find out that the closest person that they list as compatible with me lives almost 180 miles away.

Not only is there nobody in the local area I’m compatible with, there’s nobody in the whole freakin’ state! Or any neighboring state for that matter! I’ve got to go two states up and one to the left to find my soul mate.

Just another one of the burdens I bear, being so exceptional and all….

One of my First-date horror stories

November 3rd, 2008

A few years ago, I went out with a guy from my neighborhood, a slightly geeky sort who shared my love of old movies and bizarre pop culture and seemed well-mannered and attentive and friendly with a lot of folks I knew. Our first date had gone fairly well, so I agreed to spend our second date watching a movie back at his place.

It was a fateful decision.

I don’t remember much about the conversation in the car before we got there, but I do remember that as we lingered outside his apartment door, he confessed that he had an unusual interest that some people found disturbing.

Then the door swung open, we walked in, and I looked around at what I’ve since come to call Serial Killer Central.

The place was packed to the rafters with serial killer memorabilia. Books, movie posters, paintings, skulls — everywhere I looked, I saw something that spoke of death. Noting my deer-in-the-headlights reaction, my date nervously showed me around, trying to set my mind at ease with regard to his dark fascination with Ted Bundy and his ilk. But at that point, a shot of morphine — or even, say, a handkerchief full of chloroform — couldn’t have set my mind at ease. I was in total freak-out mode.

The last thing I remember was stopping in front of a crude painting of an elfin warrior princess. He said it had been sent to him by John Wayne Gacy, the Chicago clown killer who murdered more than 30 teenage boys.

And with that, the date — all 20 minutes of it — was over, although it continues to live on in Mona’s Scary Date Hall of Fame.

We all have them, those funny-scary stories of dates gone horribly, horribly wrong, although, just to be clear, I’m not talking about the truly scary stuff, dates that involve the police or protection orders or months of therapy and/or Prozac.

I’m talking about dates that some well-intentioned acquaintance accidentally sets you up with your ex-husband or your creepy boss or — gasp! — your little brother. Or the time you went to meet an online date — a cute redhead who looked a lot like your second-grade teacher — only to discover that it was your second-grade teacher, 30 years and three facelifts later.

Adventures in Dating

November 3rd, 2008

I’m really no different from most American middle class women who were raised watching Cinderella and waiting for that “someday” when “my prince will come.” So, there I was in my mid-thirties, and still no prince. I was depressed. I was lonely. I was a loser! All of my friends were married and having kids—what was wrong with me? I had been on so many horrible dates. Why didn’t any of them pan out? I was a fun girl.

In my twenties, I didn’t mind so much. Oh, sure, I wanted to be married, I wanted to start having kids, but I just hadn’t found my prince. I had found a lot of frogs, though. Looking back, it was pretty hilarious. At the time, it didn’t always seem so funny. I’ll never forget the one blind date I had. It was an experience and lesson in humility, to say the least. I had put the word out to people in my church that I was open to being fixed up. One couple I didn’t know very well told me they had the perfect guy for me.

“You and Ken will get along so great. He goes to my sister’s church,” the wife-half of the couple told me.

I made plans with them. We were going to triple date with my friend’s sister and her husband. He would have a couple he knew, and I would have a couple I knew. What could go wrong with that? I showed up at the designated restaurant and instantly saw my friends. As we were talking, the husband-half said, “Ah, there they are now.”

I looked over and saw them approaching. The first guy I spied was a little Weird Al Yankovic looking, but if he had the same sense of humor as Weird Al, I would be okay with that. This could be a fun night out. The closer they approached, I started to get a sickening feeling in my stomach—What if it’s the other guy?

Alas, the other guy it was. What had I gotten myself into? Either these people did not know me very well or I was more pathetic than I thought for them to say he was perfect for me. Saying he resembled Cliff Claven from Cheers was being kind. He was wearing dress up loafers, the kind my grandpa wore, with no socks (his attempt at being cool?), polyester pants that were hiked up in similar fashion to my grandpa’s, and a cotton t-shirt. He looked and acted a lot older than thirty-one. He had thick, wire-rimmed glasses, the kind your science or math teacher wore. He also had a potbelly like that of a man in his mid-forties.

I’m no Miss America. I’m a little on the short side (okay a lot at five feet) and I tend to weigh about five to ten pounds more than I should. (Okay fifteen, but I’m athletic and carry my weight well.) I’m always described as cute, never beautiful, but that’s okay by me. I didn’t expect Mr. Universe, but I did expect Mr. Normal or Mr. Average.

At dinner, he ordered liver and onions. Who does that on a first date? After dinner, he took out a tongue comb and combed his tongue at the table. Who does that EVER? After dinner, we played mini golf. I am a horrible mini golf player, but I like playing. I beat him by about twenty-three points. How can someone lose to me by that much?

At the end of the evening, we said our goodbyes, and I got in my car to leave. Thank God he didn’t ask for my number or say, “We should do this again.”

I got home and phoned my friend Tammy, and we had a good laugh about the whole experience. We rehearsed what I would say when he called and asked me out again. I knew exactly how I would turn him down and allow him to keep his dignity intact.

On Sunday at church, I thanked the couple I knew for arranging the evening. Then, before I could tell them that Steve was not my type, and there would be no future for us, the male-half of the couple said, “Too bad Steve isn’t going to ask you out again. You were too competitive at mini golf. We could have had a lot of fun double dating.”

What? Him … not ask me out. Hello?? I was steak and lobster to his liver and onions! Besides, it’s not my fault he was more inept at mini golf than me. I was indignant. How dare he not ask me out again? What was wrong with him? Thankfully, before I could say something really stupid, I remembered, I didn’t want to go out with him anyway.

Still, it would have been nice to be the one rejecting him.

Dating Tips for Dummies

October 28th, 2008

Here are a few more tips that apply to either sex, and probably to those in-betweeners as well.

  1. When asked out on a date, there are only two correct answers: “Yes” or “No.” Polite evasions or attempts to spare the other party’s feelings are like pulling a Band Aid off slowly. In an attempt to minimize the pain, you actually make it hurt more and last longer.
  2. When asked for a second date, Rule 1 still applies. If you would rather dive into a swimming pool filled with hungry piranha than go out with this person again, say so. Don’t be that blunt about it, but be honest and direct. It’s better to be stabbed through the heart than drawn and quartered.
  3. If you happen to be going out with someone who violates rule 1 or 2, run. If by some chance your perseverance is rewarded with an actual relationship, this type of passive-aggressive behavior will slowly reduce you to a quivering lump of grade school cafeteria tapioca. Heed the warning signs and leave with your dignity and spine intact.
  4. Remember, this is a first date. The C word and the M word (Commitment and Marriage to you rookies.)are to be avoided at all costs. Talking about them is a sure sign of either increasing desperation or unresolved emotional baggage and is a sure fire ticket back to singing “Alone Again, Naturally.”
  5. Asking what your date does for a living is fine; asking how much they make at it is not. It is amazing how many miss this subtle distinction. The only possible response to a question this rude is to answer with a lie. Tell ‘em you made a mint in software design and got out before it crashed. Then take ‘em home to your doublewide and see how quickly they remember another engagement they have to go to. If you don’t have a doublewide, let me know; I’ll hook you up.
  6. As a rule, fibbing is permitted but lying is not. For example, it’s OK to tell your date that you think her dress looks nice on her when in truth it resembles a gunny sack after a particularly brutal potato sack race. It’s not OK to tell her that you love her just to get into her panties. Which by the way is a severe behavioral disorder; men wear boxers or briefs, never panties.
  7. I’ll finish up this section with a twin bill: Never settle, but give everyone a chance. The one you overlook or blow off just might be the one you needed. Look at it this way; if the majority of your dates end badly, and you keep choosing the same type of person to date, well then, like the man said, the simplest definition of insanity is to repeat the same steps over and over but expect different results. On the other hand, if you’ve been out a few times, and things are nice, but not what you’re looking for, don’t stick with it out of fear of being alone. Don’t settle for less than you need.

Blind dates have their own special set of rules. First, you have to realize that if you’re out on a blind date, it means that you have been unable to find an acceptable date on your own, for whatever reason, and now have to resort to friends, the internet, newspaper ads or telephone chat lines to find someone willing to go out with you. This sounds harsh, and it is, but it’s also true. It could be that you simply don’t have the time to look for a companion and so have to rely on somebody else to do it for you. You might be a single parent, or work 60 hours a week, or something similar, or you just might not now where to meet people. In any event, the important thing to remember is that whoever you hook up with is in the same boat.

So be nice.

  1. Be extra polite and considerate of your date’s feelings. The normal tension of a first date is quadrupled in a blind date, and an off-the-cuff remark may cause your date to break out into tears. If he does, just realize he’s under a great deal of stress, and isn’t totally himself.
  2. Plan an activity that you will enjoy, regardless of the company. This has a triple benefit. First, if you are enjoying yourself, you’ll feel less tension, and will be more likeable. Second, you find out if your date is in to something you’re in to, and finally, why be miserable just because your date is?
  3. Don’t mistake desperation for attraction. You don’t want just anybody; you want somebody. If the only reason you’re going out with someone is because it’s better than being alone, then you’re wasting your time going out with the wrong person. Find the right one.
  4. On a related note, and this applies to more than just blind dates, “Love the One you’re With” is great as a lyric but rarely works as a lifestyle. Leaving aside the attendant problems (pregnancy, disease, AIDS, palimony, and boiled bunny rabbits), it can really interfere with attempts to form a real relationship.

Now then, let’s assume you’ve been dating for awhile and you’ve become intimate; you’re not out of the woods yet my friend. There are still plenty of pitfalls waiting to trip you up and gore your vitals with sharp pointy sticks smeared with rat feces.

I may have pushed that analogy a bit too far but I’ll press on with a few tips for the steady dater:

  1. 3-6 dates. You’ve been going out for a couple of weeks to a month. You are now officially an item. You’re in that touchy area where dating around is starting to morph into cheating. While there may have been no explicit discussions of monogamy, you know it’s on the table in the near future. How do you navigate this minefield? Rule of thumb: If you feel the need to hide it, don’t do it. And I mean that both ways: don’t do what you’re thinking about hiding and don’t hide what you’re thinking about doing. Openness and honesty are the keys to surviving this crucial time.
  2. 6-10 dates. That loose feeling in your stomach is the realization that you are now in a relationship. Her toothbrush is in your bathroom or his socks are under your bed. Domesticity isn’t knocking on the door selling encyclopedias for the kids just yet, but it’s in the neighborhood and headed your way. Do not panic. You wanted this, remember? Those lonely nights sitting in the living room in your underwear listening to the Carpenters sing “Yesterday Once More” (I’m sharing too much again, aren’t I?)drove you here. The mild panic is just a reflex; your inner child is afraid of change. Ride it out; you’ll feel much better in about a week.
  3. 10+ dates. You are no longer dating; you are a couple, and you just go out. You’re settling into a comfortable zone. THIS IS A DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN!!! As soon as you get comfortable, you begin to take things for granted, and I guarantee your partner will do something to make you a bit less comfortable if you’re not careful. Something like using your dirty laundry to potty train a diarhettic St. Bernard. And you don’t even have a dog; your partner had to go to the pound to find one.If you’ve already screwed up and gotten to this point, take immediate action to correct the problem. Buy jewelry for women or power tools for men. Men, if you are the one who lapsed, apologize abjectly. If your partner is the one who goofed, you still apologize abjectly. This is known as Hailey’s Law of Non-Reciprocity, which states that the only offense more grievous than being wrong in an argument with your spouse is being right.

OK, enough with the tips. Feel free to add your own in the comments, or disagree with the ones I’ve posted. Share a dating horror story or two; we’ve all got ‘em, that’s for sure. As for me, I’m headed out to a hockey game tonight.

Nope, not a date, just an evening out with family.

Horror Story Averted…Be Safe.

October 28th, 2008
Ok, for me personally, the worse horror story I experienced first hand was the year I met husband (2005). It was about 6 months prior to meeting him and a neighbor friend asked me if I’d like to meet a friend of hers who was an ex-pro football player but he was a big teddy bear. I told her I guess so as long as she was there. I talked to him a couple of times and met him and he seemed nice enough…funny, fun to be around, etc. Now, I know this is sneaky of me but I had several friends that were police officers and I asked one of them to run his name through and see if anything popped up. Well, wasn’t I surprised?? This nice, funny, big teddy bear had 23 FELONY ASSAULT CHARGES AGAINST HIM!! Turned out he got in a fight with his dad and when the police were called it turned into a brawl and he beat up several police officers in the process. He was furious that I looked him up and we had a big argument over it. I never did talk to him again and I was ticked at the neighbor friend that set it up.

I have always run people through police friends to kind of check them out before meeting them. I did it with husband. He didn’t know about it at the time but I told him later. I’d rather be safe then sorry. I don’t do it anymore because I don’t meet anyone from online anymore, “Married”.

When I first got online I saw several news stories about a woman that met a man online and when she tried to break it off she found a human head on her front porch as a gift to her from him, a girl that ran away and they found her and several other women in steal drums in a guys backyard and recently there was the woman who befriended another woman online, invited her to her home to look at some AKC puppies she was selling and the woman killed her and cut her unborn baby out of her while her 2 year old son watched.

ONLINE DATING: A TRUE HORROR STORY

October 27th, 2008
I am a self confessed online dating addict, and have been on about 40 dates, mostly resulting in utter, sheer horror, disappointment and tears…..I thought all of you could use a guys perspective on online dating, and I guess people who’ve had experiences can comment maybe.
This is a chronicle of hope, misery, horror and disappointment…..I guess the ‘hope’ part is why I still do online dating…..warning, HORROR STORIES AHEAD !!!!!
One of my first online dating encounters was a date with a girl who lied about her HEIGHT of all things,  and said she was 5′1 and when she showed she was only 4′5 or something (she came up to my waist, seriously)……yeah yeah it was at a gig and I had friends there who all made the standard jokes about ‘oh she could be a great drinks coaster’ and FAR more crass jokes too…..it made it that much more painful because I wasn’t laughing at the situation, it was so awkward because I felt that mixture of pity and dashed hope…..
Funny that she wasn’t ‘dwarf like’ in her appearance, just a mini girl, like a plastic doll. She wanted to give me a disco cookie, and I kept thinking, she wants me to get into some kind of ‘Lord of the Rings’ drug induced orgy! So I said a firm ‘no’ and she was disappointed. That began my adventures in cyber dating.
My experiences with sugar mummy e-mails are horrendous, I somehow get swamped with e-mails from suicidal  crazed on make-up and pierce-ridden 18 year olds……OR  the blue rinse granny brigade……45 year olds saying I could really help you out with your writing career, I’m a high school English teacher, when all they’ve read is my internet dating profile! If I thought it would get me a career, I’d given it much more thought.

THEN THERE’S THE ‘GIRLS’ WHO HAVE SENT ME PICTURES OF THEMSELVES WHEN THEY WERE SVELTE AND TWENTY SOMETHING, AND THEY ARRIVE LOOKING LIKE THEIR MORBIDLY OBESE MOTHERS.

I am only callous about these overweight surprise shock dates, because I swear I had FIVE dates with women who had ten to fifteen year old pics of themselves posted up, and I had FIVE Saturdays at the Lounge (in my neighborhood)in a row (which I now will not set foot in because it has the unmarried curse), in which I would get there early, sit somewhere near the door and try and pick my “date” based on the photos I had been given……”is that her?”…..”hmmmmm I hope that’s her!”……”could that be…..”, then suddenly I would get a tap on my shoulder from my actual “date” who had walked in without me noticing, because I had been lead so heavily to expect curves, not the side of a house!

I was polite for the first few and simply got drunk and put in “polite time”, but after the fourth one, the LAST girl swaggered up to me and said ‘I have to say my pic is about ten years old’ and I looked at this shimmering horror-sight and thought through gritted teeth “no kidding!”, so that girl basically got my wrath…..I feel sorry for her now, but you have to understand I had suffered for four weeks of this exact deception and I simply said “did you think that two opening lines could make up for the fact that you look twenty years older than what you made yourself out to be?”. Actually she didn’t get angry but she nearly squished me into the wall.

Also I had a girl who stalked me…..I met her online and we got along ok, she was very curvy and pretty and seemed very intelligent and ‘normal’ in our e-mails and (admittedly only two) phone calls. I said to her ‘we can meet up on cup eve at a party at my sister’s house, but a lot of friends of mine will be there and my attention won’t be totally on you, OR we can meet up five days later on the weekend and be alone’, and she jumped in and wanted to meet sooner at my sister’s, saying “I’m great with people, a real social butterfly, I want to meet ASAP”, so I thought that wouldn’t be bad. I WAS WRONG!

At the party she arrived drunk as a skunk swilling straight bourbon and she told my sister to ‘f*ck off’ as soon as she walked in the door! Then she staggered up to me and grabbed my crotch…………chaaaaaaarming. She was a lot more overweight than her pics and she stank of alcohol and could hardly speak. She was so rude to everyone and got into a fight with my sister’s boyfriend.

I told her we were going to ‘A Bar Called Bentley’ and she said ‘lets skip that and go back to your place’, trying to stick her tongue in my ear(!), so I politely said ‘it might be better if you leave’, and she burst into tears. I foolishly calmed her down and said she could come to the club, and she spent the whole night storming in and out of the club, abusing me, trying to climb on top of me, crying and yelling. FINALLY she left and I thought ‘that’s the end of that’. I was wrong again.

A week later my friend Neil died of a brain hemorrhage really suddenly (rest in peace Neil) and everyone was really sad……we organised a benefit concert to help his pregnant girlfriend and it happened about two weeks later with a stack of bands, including mine.

When I was playing/singing, I looked down and this girl, (***** was her name, bleeped in case she reads it and kills me violently) was staring at me; I couldn’t work out if the look on her face meant ‘I love you’ or ‘I want to kill you’. After the gig, my sister came up and told me that ***** had said that her and I had been ‘f*cking like rabbits’ (her quote) for two weeks, and I finally exploded-(*I hadn’t even SEEN her in that time!*) it was supposed to be this really touching tribute for my dead friend and ***** was being a psycho and ruining it. I yelled at her and explained that she should leave. Later my friends told me her fists were clenched and they were taking bets to see if/when she was going to punch me in the face (she was a big girl). She finally ran out and I thought, ‘ok, this has been horrible, but NOW this is the end’. I WAS WRONG…………

A week later she had somehow tracked down where I lived, was leaving red roses on my door EVERY DAY, then she started hanging around at my letterbox and outside my door for DAYS. I was both angry and a bit scared, the look on her face was like ‘I’m going to kill Alex’. Finally I just went right up to her face and said ‘please leave *****’ (or words to that effect), and she just casually said ‘OK’ and left. Two days later I got a box with a doll in it with it’s head ripped off and the words ‘you are going to pay, motherf*cker’ in red paint. After that, I didn’t hear from her again (this is three years ago), but I looked over my shoulder in the shower for months after that! Creepy hey?

A month ago I actually saw her profile up AGAIN and I was a bees d*ck away from ringing the site’s authorities to sound off the psycho bell. But she disappeared, maybe she found her man, and he now currently resides in her ice cabinet.

Why men sometime pull away

October 16th, 2008

You have just lost your man due to a breakup and want him back. You are utterly confused as to why men pull away from relationship. The answer to this question is not as simple as you may want it to be. A decent man would not walk out of a relationship for another woman. Even if the man is with another woman after a break up there usually is a deeper reason for why men pull away from a relationship.

The basic need of a man from a relationship is admiration. All men want to be admired, especially by their partner. They require your respect and approval to feel comfortable in the relationship. Even if the guy is the most ugly, obese, lazy and unemployed admiration is what they look for.

You may find yourself in a situation where you don’t know what to do. That’s absolutely fair because men are seeking for admiration even when they don’t deserve any at all. They don’t get the admiration they feel they should get, that’s why men pull away from the relationship. It gives them a false belief that somehow you are dissatisfied with them and they don’t have your respect and approval. And if you find him in the arms of another woman the possible reason is that the approval and admiration he was looking for from you, he is getting from her.

Now that you know the possible reason why men pull away from a relationship try and figure out if it applies to your relationship too. When was the last time you dressed up for him? When was the last time you showed interest in listening to his achievements in his work? Do you still laugh at the stupid jokes he cracks? Above all do you find anything about the man that you think you can respect and admire whole heartedly?

If you want him back there has to be something in him that you still admire and love. The pressure of the daily routine usually makes you oblivious of the fact that even though you admire your man you are not expressing it as much as you should be. Or at least as much as he thinks you should be. Though men are less sensitive than women but they can feel the lack of admiration very easily and this is one of the obvious reason and might be the reason why your man pulled away from you.

Now you know the possible reason for why your guy must have left you. This might be the actual reason or maybe there are some other reasons. But its worth trying to understand if you really did admire him as much as he perceived he should have been. Once you understand why men pull away do something now to keep your man stay by your side.

Online dating… No Thanks!!!

October 16th, 2008

Friday night at Happy Feet dance studio start with a 1 hour lesson. Dancers rotate, so you get to meet plenty of people. A half hour into this lesson I get paired with a woman that screams with delight: “A man! You’re the first one I’ve had tonight!”.

That very instant, online dating sites start to feel absurd, even quaint. I’ve met half a dozen women in 20 minutes, some of them cool, others flirtatious. 10 guys were missing to even out the gender balance. On dating sites, the balance is horrible, with guys competing for attention and women overwhelmed. Why are guys paying for dating sites, and not going to dance classes?

Nadia, one of the instructors, encourages me to take both the swing and Lindy hop classes starting Monday because they are missing leads. I take a few minutes to go to the bank machine to get money for the classes.

On my way back, I see 5 drunk chumps hollering at the sales guy in front of a nude dance bar on Pico Blvd. “What’s the cover?” He crosses the street to convince them, gets their attention. He’ll surely rope them in. They’ll exit more intoxicated, more frustrated, but having bonded.

I walk another block, up 2 flights of stairs into a crowded room of dancers having fun. It’s a safe and fun place to meet people, like the social dances I remember going to in New York as a kid: all ages, everyone dancing with everyone. My parents met over tango and waltzes. Countless aunts and uncles did the same. Maybe rock and roll really did screw things up for everyone?

The very geeky idea of creating an online profile keeps bubbling up. I know, it can be a real crap shoot.  Unfortunately, I keep seeing better ways for people to meet than through computer-mediated communications.I don’t know, maybe its just me. Is it?