hint of cautious curiosity. It’s usually asked with the expectation of
reassurance that private moments won’t go public. And it’s usually asked on all my first dates:
period before I include this date in a blog post.”
gulp of wine.) Sorry, I just wrote a blog post in my head. Is this over yet so
I can go home and publish?”
shed her dating cynicism, I usually just chuckle back with a flirty smile and
say, “Of course not.” I figure that’s enough to appease their fear, but
nowhere near a promise that they’re safe from becoming an example of a bad date
in the Huffington Post.
any life event, and our interpretations can be brutal.
But I can tell you it’s not easy on the flip side either, being a writer trying
there’s another inevitable one I dread more:
simple answer. When it comes to blind date ice-breakers, this is pretty much a
no-brainer when all you know about a woman’s professions is she’s a writer.
military discounts. But as exciting as military discounts may be for military
families, it’s not exactly glamorous. Military discounts don’t scream, “This
chick is cool!”
regular contributor at the Huffington Post and I’ve written for the New York Times. That would definitely up my coolness factor. But then I’d have to admit
I write about divorce, single motherhood, how much I hate dating — subjects
that probably guarantee no second date.
military life doesn’t satisfy the question either because then my date thinks I’m a service member. Explaining that I’m not leads to talk of my ex, and the last person I want invading my date is my ex.
I’ve finally discovered the best bet
is to mention my interview with Gary Sinise. We’re off topic in no time.
from my running group (always nice when a guy asks you out after he’s seen you
sweaty with no makeup), so unlike guys from online dating sites, he knew my
my article, that means he Googled me. And if he Googled me, that means he knows
I write about really personal stuff. He knows details about my emotional
journey through divorce. He knows about quirks and insecurities. He knows I have a tattoo on my ass.
our relationship is already lopsided. He knows way more about me than I know
even getting to the first date. After communicating with one guy on Match and
then exchanging a few texts, he asked the question even my friends ask:
editing my texts?”
It’s instinctual. But I’m more than willing to ignore poor grammar if it’s
overshadowed by impressive content.
that, he apparently lost interest and stopped texting before the mere
suggestion of a date.
maybe I’m too intimidating. She suggested I dumb myself down, maybe neglect to
mention I have a Masters degree.
woman with an advanced degree, an enviable career and cool personal successes. If
a man find that intimidating instead of attractive, I don’t want to date him
eHarmony because they won’t let me close my account, I’ve decided to laugh it
other than a single old photo. I text my guy bestie screenshots of all the
crazy rejects that I can’t imagine would ever get a swipe right from even the
craziest of women.
batch of Tinder pics that included a dude with a crab on his groin, multiple
men wearing masks, an overweight man holding a jumbo jar of
Nutella, a man wearing women’s clothes and a group of young men passing a
men who provide all this writing material.
Sorry guys, I AM going to write