My friend "G" recently told me that he had discovered the secret to developing relationships with women. Remember these are his words NOT mine. He said the secret lies in not complimenting a woman until after you have developed a relationship with them. The logic being that a compliment will let them know that you are interested, and then they have the upper hand…Interesting theory…but let's see how it plays out with me and my last date…But before I get into the specifics of the date let me just say MY theory about internet personal ads and the like. The photos and information therein should always be accurate and up to date. If it's not, then tell the person before meeting them. You are going to see you in person and that's when they will realize that you no longer have a Mohawk or you lost 75 pounds. But anyway… That initial meeting leads to what I call the "Damn" moment. Inevitably, when meeting someone such as a blind date, both parties say "damn". Now the inner monologue can be "Damn, you are one major hottie!!! I lucked out" or "damn, what disease am I going to have a bout with so I will have to escape this Hell as early as possible?" Both parties have these thoughts, and hopefully they are both the same and everyone either lives happily ever after, or goes home and wallows in gin and misery…
I met W through an online dating service. Now I realize that the internet is really a subculture of life with good, bad, sane and whacko people online and in the real world. So we decided to meet. Let's just say our Damns didn't match.com. Not to blow my own horn, but I was the one trying to think of the symptoms of cholera. Anywho… as we are sitting there chatting,W randomly blurts out, "I won't f*ck you on our first date, just so you know…" No worries about that pal… but as the evening dragged on and our discussion was brought back (for like the third time and not by me) to what we were looking for in a husband, I was told that I was everything that Andrew is looking for in a partner and asked if I was interested in being his husband. And it wasn't in the "ha ha this is going well, would you like to be my husband?" kinda way… It was in the "say the word and we'll be Ozzie and Harriet within the week" kinda way…Needless to say, my Alien Hand Syndrome was acting up (it usually does this time of year) and I called it a night… He had emailed me by the time I got home, telling me he was going to make dinner for us the following night (the second date… so we all know what that means!!!) and if it was ok if he referred to me as "baby"….
As a public service, I have included this link….
http://www.smh.com.au/news/health-and-fitness/my-brother-is-an-alien/2006/02/08/1139379562020.html?page=fullpage
Things that Rock:
My friend Jeff…
Working with competent people
NOT BEING THE MIDDLE MAN (No don't be pervy)
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