My Life as a Date
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Because life should be a date?Uh, what does that mean, exactly? There is no exactly and it's important to say that up front. Your life as a date may be very different from my idea of what is date-worthy in life. OK, let me explain. There I am shimmying up to the fish counter at the supermarket with my guy pal, Paolo, a librarian and blues musician. Mean enough on the harmonica to make you cry, that's Paolo. We're walking-talking pals and ours is the kind of friendship where you let it all hang out, sometimes pissing one another off, backing off, and then coming together afterward. This is how we know that anything other than a pal-ship wouldn't work. So, when we're good, we're great together. "I'd make a great husband, wouldn't I?" says Paolo. "I mean here I am. We're food shopping. What could be more husband-like than this?" |
Manspeak
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28.09.09
Dating, Health, and Life >> Man Speak
By Flex (Flex is a single 54 year old university English professor who’s passions include music, literature, and the quest for the best Chinese restaurant to offer what he calls the Holy Trinity of Chinese specialties, all fried. He plays the guitar and sings.)Read more...
Question: If a man asks a woman out and she puts him off, is this rejection? For example, she says she thinks she has a previous commitment and has to check her agenda. What’s a cool way to handle it?
Health and Fitness
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19.10.09
Dating, Health, and Life >> Health & Fitness
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By Mary Gold
Michelle Segar, PhD, MPH sounds a bit outraged. She’s read an article by John Cloud, who exercises like heck and still has a doughnut habit; in fact, he’s wearing the doughnut around his waist as he types at his computer. And he’s blaming his doughnut on exercise. Imagine.
hat you have here is a chunk of my life, and yes, I'm dating. I say this to make one point clear: no, I haven't yet found him, but I'm doing the best I can. No matter what happens—I'm never giving up. I'm not talking only dating here. Let me explain. Read MoreThe Real Dates!
We're on the phone.
He wants to meet half way and this is a turn-off. If he's already calculating the distance between us, fearful of making more effort than I'm making in the driving department, what will happen on say, the third date? By that time, he'll have reached a maximum laziness level and I'll have to fork-feed him from my plate.
When he calls, I tell him that after my post-Thanksgiving traffic jam, I'm not in the mood to be driving too far. "What happened to meeting half way?" he asks before finally agreeing to meet me a scant fifteen minutes from where I live.
Now we must find a place to meet. "Do you know a Starbucks?" He wants to stick to the main road he's familiar with, a straight line off the highway to his destination. I ask about a GPS. He doesn't have a GPS. I ask about MapQuest. He doesn't use MapQuest. I sit in front of the computer, talking him through the various Starbucks that pop up on my search, but he's not biting. The main road, Route 77, sticks to his mind like a pimple on the roof of his mouth. "What about a Dunkin' Donuts?" he asks. Pause before I tell him gently that I don't want to meet at Dunkin' Donuts. "I don't care where we meet," he says. ...
That first phone call from a man you’re contemplating meeting can be as comforting as a soothing foot massage. Or it can be the bleeping warning that to meet this guy would be a monumental mistake, causing you to miss a gym workout or worse —Friends reruns. Here are a few examples, culled from friends, of bad bad phone (e-mail, too) given by guys without a clue.
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