Tag Archive: online

Jan 08

Online Dating: Observations/What I’ve Learned (Part 2)

Mr. Perfect

It’s been awhile since I’ve written about online dating.  That’s because there’s nothing exciting to report.  But there’s always entertaining stuff on these sites.  Here are five observations/things I’ve learned this week:

Mr. Perfect

The title (with punctuation unchanged) “Single Jewish Man Living Alone!” is an actual heading. Like that’s a major selling point. Puh-leeze.

A man described himself as of “Easter-European descent” – so do they get chocolate bunnies over there or what?

I was matched by eHarmony with a sugarbeet farmer. Really, eHarmony? Is that all you’ve got?

Aug 16

The Wrong Chris, or, Why I Should Wait for the Guy to Call


Aug 03

Let the (Dating) Adventures Begin…

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My dating adventure started innocently enough, over a lunch with a former colleague of mine from my first marketing job out of college. Kate had been rather unlucky in the dating department while she was in Chicago. She moved back to her native New York, and we fell out of touch for awhile (awhile being seven years). With the advent of Facebook and LinkedIn, we reconnected, and caught up online. She told me that she had met this great guy online (eHarmony, to be exact), and her giddiness was palpable, even through the computer. We chatted a bit about her experience, that she had to kiss a lot of toads before finding the “One”, and that it took her a full year on the site before she met him. She’s now married and living on the Upper East Side in a one-bedroom with her Prince Charming. I’m a rather impatient person, so I decided to take it to the next level – what if I join ALL the online sites at once, give myself 90 days, and see what happens? I wasn’t planning on chronicling these adventures, but after being on one too many painful Starbucks coffee dates (and knocking over a particularly expensive display of coffee cups), I decided that I had to write about it. SOMETHING good had to come out of my misadventures and bad dates, and I’ve always enjoyed entertaining my girlfriends, so I started keeping a journal of sorts. Every week, I’d send the latest dispatch to my girls, who would call and ask me if I was making this up or exaggerating in any way…and sadly, no, I was not. I was beginning to think I would never find someone I’d enjoy having dinner with, much less share my life. But at least I’d have some good stories.