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Thursday, 10 December 2009 03:04 |
OK, so being sick sucks. But when you're in a new relationship, it's a wonderful litmus test. The first time you're stuck in bed, feeling miserable, achey, smelly and like maybe you'd like the rest of the world to go ahead and fuck off and die, and then Mr. Lovely shows up with 7-up and pudding cups, then sits on your bedside rubbing your back for a minute before loading up your bed with pillows, and setting up your laptop with his hard drive full of mindless movies? It's kind of kickass.
And if he gets sick a day later, and you get to return the favor, and make him soup and rub his back and clean up the nasty tissues and act like you couldn't care in the least? It's satisfying -- NOT, of course, that you don't feel awful that he's sick, especially since you know where he got the cooties in the first place.
Now, you've probably seen this, hell, I've probably posted it here before, but I like watching this come flu season:
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Wacky Niche Dating: Libertarians |
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Thursday, 10 December 2009 03:04 |
File this under "Please, do not help these people reproduce". New York magazine had a look at a dating site that specializes in hooking up libertarians and posted some excerpted craziness. How do you recognize a libertarian, especially one from the U.S.? It's really simple, because their whole lives could barely fill a thimble: Love Ron Paul, the US Senator from the loony bin. Also known as "Wrong Paul".
Love Ayn Rand. Ayn Rand was the other failing author who saved her career by founding her own cult. The first was L. Ron Hubbard.
Consider comic books to be literature, but only if written by certified Unibomber-style wacko Alan Moore. Alan Moore, Ayn Rand, and Ron Paul is their whole bookshelf. Wear this mask. Everywhere, even to bed! It's from an Alan Moore comic, of course. Suckers for everything. They never met a pyramid scheme they didn't like. Chances are they just want to date you so they can sign you up selling NORFED dollars or FOREX trading packages.
There isn't much chance that you'd accidentally breed with one anyway, because these people are obnoxious to be around. Will not shut up about conspiracy theories, political beliefs, activism, and whatever goofy idea their cult has into its collective head this week. However, if you want a dating experience straight out of Taxi Driver, knock yourself out! Jodie Brittain Online Dating AustraliaWant to advertise to Australia's most desirable singles ? |
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EliteMeeting.com – Elite Meeting for the busy executive's guide to love |
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Thursday, 10 December 2009 03:04 |
EliteMeeting.com - How is anyone supposed to date when they have all of these projects going on? You always say, "I'll make time when it's not so hectic." Yeah, but that time when it's not hectic just never seems to come around, does it? You have all those faces turned to you, all of your subordinates and assistants looking to you to lead them out of whatever jam they're in at the time. And keeping a relationship will be just one more source of pressure to deal with.
Somewhere along the way to building the society that favors the Ubermensch, we forgot to put in a playground. Or maybe that's how the global economy just shapes itself. We get so wrapped up in optimizing society for work, that we forget to make it easy to play in, too. As the macrocosm goes, so does the microcosm, and we end up back at the individual, who has to run like the rabbit earning capital for resources he may never get to enjoy.
The good news is, there are women who understand that. The old saying "Behind every successful man is a woman who believed in him." didn't come from nowhere, after all. One place where the needs of financially successful single men is in the elite meeting websites.
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These sites seek to save time and hassle by helping active, independent men to find their matching mate. They are geared towards the men more than anything. Gasp - how politically incorrect! Well, have you ever noticed how whenever the global market takes a nosedive, suddenly being political correct goes out the window and society returns to the old-fashioned, basic values that got them where they are to begin with? So there you have it.
It's no trouble at all to place a profile with an elite meeting service geared to people who appreciate the finer things in life, and want someone who can function in a high-pressure world. You don't have to fill out the whole thing at one. You can change things whenever you need to update. Most of it can be handled from a mobile phone, which you can do during downtime. There's never any pressure on your part - women who are seeking a financially secure man are understandably appreciative of the opportunity to meet up with that rare catch, and will know better than to hold it against you if you had to run off to put out a fire.
And modern elite dating technology has improved so much in recent years. Dating websites for the wealthy have the benefit of an established decade or two of research, allowing them to make matches across a database for a whole range of requirements and characteristics. While that still doesn't mean that every match will be a perfect hit, it does at least raise the chances significantly.
Another refreshing aspect of elite dating is that the quality of the women are better. You typically only find women of supermodel status - or at least women who know how to keep themselves presentable. Women who go to seek out stable men are themselves more confident, so you avoid those latchy, clingy types. And if you prefer somebody more equal to your level, you can screen women for income and status as well.
All in all, it's a more rewarding experience than anything else the dating world has to offer. Compared to the other options, it's almost as if wealth-optimized elite meeting websites were made just for the jet set!
Jodie Brittain
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Can't get enough of that Craigslist |
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Thursday, 10 December 2009 03:04 |
*** Editor's note: Today's Craigslist Gem comes from Sir Robin, AKA The Fool. Happy dating! ***
Being male, I'm used to being cast as the villain, but there are some dating scenarios that would make even the most virtuous white knight act rather like Sir Robin. Appropriately enough, a confrontation with a three-headed ogre is a pretty fair metaphor when used to describe my date, although to hear her tell it, I was the one who behaved inappropriately. We had first connected online, through Craig's List, and the day after our dating disaster, I found the following post:
"/Last night was the worst first date of my life. Not only was it with the creepiest guy I had ever seen, but after pressuring me into a late-night meeting at Denny's and making me drive an hour out of my way, he barely said a word to me... except to call me fat and tell me to stop eating so much. He tried to order booze after I told him I didn't drink, and he wouldn't take his shades off the entire time. We won't be going out again./"
There was no question that it was about me. The sunglasses bit confirmed it, although she left out the part where I apologized for my debilitating light-sensitivity. Still, as certain as I was about the subject of the story, I wasn't completely clear on the details.
1. "/... After pressuring me into a late-night meeting at Denny's.../" Apparently, responding to passive-aggressive accusations about not being interested counts as pressuring. When I suggested that we wait until Saturday afternoon to meet - rather than a bit past ten on Friday evening - she questioned whether I really wanted to meet at all. I assured her that I did, and she asked if I knew of any restaurants that were open late. "Only Denny's," I joked. Her unexpected response was that Denny's was fine by her. It wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I supposed that it was better than a dingy dive bar somewhere.
2. "/... Making me drive an hour out of my way.../" We lived three hours apart. You do the math.
3. "/... except to call me fat.../" She weighed at least a hundred pounds more than she had led me to believe, but I didn't say anything about it. At least, not until she asked - and this was perhaps the second thing she said to me - "I'm heavier than you expected, aren't I?" My response, for the record, was a decidedly lame reply of "And prettier, too!" Really, though, is there a right answer to that question?
4. "/... and tell me to stop eating so much./" While we had been planning the date, she asked if I would mind paying. While we were eating, she kept ordering more additions to the meal. While looking into my wallet - figuratively speaking - I politely stated that I couldn't comfortably afford much more, being that I was a broke college student. While ignoring my statement, she ate my french fries.
5. "/He tried to order booze.../" No, I tried to order a Shirley Temple. It was the waiter who thought that I was trying to order booze. At least he realized his mistake after I explained it to him.
Perhaps my favorite accusation, though, is this one:
6. "/... he barely said a word to me./" This is true. Of course, it's a little bit hard to get a word in edgewise when she and her sister - who she brought along as a chaperon - are spending the entire time gossiping about friends whom I've never even heard of whilst dining on the meal that I paid for. It's even worse when they both glare at me every time I try to interject a comment or ask a question, and downright insulting when the they discuss me in whispers that they think I can't overhear from across the table.
In spite of all those incorrect details, though, there's definitely one thing that she got exactly right: "/We won't be going out again./"
Believe me, folks... As soon as it was polite enough to do so, Sir Robin ran away. |
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