Monthly Archives: January 2010

Well, don’t just stand there.

Speed dating: Totally hokey. But a great way to get out there.

It’s January 12th single girls and boys. I don’t care if you make new year’s resolutions or not. It is time to get off the couch, fluff up your hair and start filling up your dance card with dates. After all, January is no time to be a single spoon.

Yes, trudging through the icy cold winds of winter to be no more than 5 minutes late to a blind date effing blows. But I won’t hear another complaint about it. Single people should be social. Why? you ask. Because ss said so. (ss is me.)

Admittedly, getting out there is tough. So here are some tips for breaking the comfort seal:

1. Go online. You don’t even have to leave the couch for at least a week when you take the cyber-dating route. I’ve been on The Onion personals, Match.com, eHarmony, and Jdate. They all work. Pick one. Pick two.

2. Smile at everyone. This includes members of the opposite sex and your sex. The idea is to practice connecting with people so when you see your gym crush on the treadmill, you won’t get a strange constipated look on your face and turn the other way. Not that I would ever do that.

3. Hook up with someone. Don’t force this one. But if you do have someone handy around you can make time with, step to. The reason for this is, have you ever noticed when you start dating someone, all of sudden people start noticing you? Maybe asking you out more? It’s the “when it rains, it pours” theory and I’m sticking to it.

4. Sign up for something. Pick something. Anything. I recently took an acting class and will sign up for French and cooking classes for February. Maybe I’ll meet someone to go out with. Maybe I’ll meet someone who knows someone to go out with. Maybe I won’t meet anyone but I will learn to braise a cut of animal and how to say tough titty en francais. (“Tough titty” got lost somewhere in 1987. I’m bring it back. As in, “Tough titty you don’t want to get off the couch and start dating again. Just do it.”)

Google stalking and other random musings.

I'll take the one 2nd from the right please. kthx.

I was watching the Today show this morning and those little hostess ladies were giddy about Date Check, which allows you to check up on potential dates to make sure you aren’t about to break bread with a creepy sex offender, ex-con and such. (If he has a tear drop tattoo near his eye, this is a bad sign.) Thing is, you have to PAY for the dang credit check. Like $30. Why would I pay for this when there is Facebook and Google for free? And if that fails, I have a friend who is like freaking Sherlock Holmes when it comes to digging up dirt on people. She gets the scoop. It’s kinda magical.

Of course, Facebook is not going to tell you about someone’s criminal activity, but profiles can indicate a sense of warning or doom. Or tell you that the person that you met online, that you are about to go out with, is friends with the brother of the guy you just broke up with. Uncomfortable. It’s a small world out there folks.

Much to my parent’s chagrin, I don’t worry too much about criminals. I’ve encountered a lot of random men and there has only been one that I decided not to go out with after a cursory telephone conversation during which he asked me if I was a top or a bottom. I was like, “Uh, both? I have to go now.” What does that even mean for straight people?

Bottom line – if you’re freaked out in a hair-standing-up-on-the-back-of-your-neck way, don’t go. Don’t confuse this with anxiety about dating, though. If that means paying for the dang criminal check so you can learn how to distinguish between the two, so be it. Rule of thumb: For new dates, tell someone where you’re going and how long you’ll be out just to be on the safe side. And don’t get drunk and go home with him on the first date. (I know you’re going to, but I just felt like I had to say this.) This is less about safety because most likely, you’re fine, and more about self preservation if you’re looking for a relationship. He won’t buy the cow if he gets the milk for free. It’s a cliche for a reason kids.