Jake and I always joke about the “gifts” love style because it seems funny to us…he does very much like to receive gifts, which I try to buy on a fairly consistent basis (for me, gifts are sort of an act of service in any case, so I am not too bad at giving them although I am far better at other things). He also likes to give gifts. When it comes to receiving actual physical gifts, it is very difficult for me to think of things that I would want, as I’ve said previously. But lately he’s found a way to sneak it in there. Continued
Archive for September, 2009
Nice. My fav social media news site, Mashable.com, fired off a post that analyzed some stats about online dating. To make a long story short, guys should write shorter emails and send out more of them per hour to get a better response. Numbers point to a 1.71 conversation rate. That’s a pretty shitty conversion rate, but whatever. Chicks, as usual, have got it easier online, with a 3.43 conversion rate with short emails of less than 50 characters. Ladies…what the fuck are you writing in less than 50 characters that guys respond to? Leave smartalecky answers in comments.
Peeps, don’t forget to upload great pictures in different contexts to help make your profile stickier. Smile. Don’t look grim and serious. If you’re a dude, avoid looking like a douche, and ladies, please don’t tell us how much you love to laugh. We know this.
So, for some time now, I have been feeling like I need to take up yoga again. There has been a lot of unbalance in my relationship (though things are absolutely fantastic right now, if you don’t count the fact that Jake woke me up with his snoring last night). Additionally, work is a bit hellish at the moment, and I have been able to feel my body storing up rage. I got so frustrated loading the dishwasher the other day that I broke two glasses.
So I sucked it up, went down to the campus gym (I work at a university, remember, so we have great facilities) and signed up for the regular gym membership. Then I shelled out extra for the group exercise membership and for the yoga/pilates membership (an extra $200!). The regular gym membership is another $200 although that’s withheld from my paychecks throughout the year and so is pretty painless, but the total that I was shelling out was over $400. For someone who is still trying to pay off credit card debt, that’s a heckuva lotta cash.
Then I went to my first yoga class yesterday, and knew instantly that it was worth it. Continued
Some brilliant new apps available in iPhone store for tracking and re-capturing your ex-girlfriend. Includes
“Stalk-her” and “Calend-her” apps. Download these now. After you’re done, go immediately to adamthinks.com and read everything he’s ever written.
Call the lawyers. COED Magazine ran a article on
August 26 that stole my idea for an article, 10 Signs You Might Be A Douchebag. WTF? Don’t worry peeps, my shizzy is way tighter. At #2 they’ve got “take a art history class” and at #3 they have “you like the music of the Police.” I took TWO art history classes in college, they were hard as hell, and oh yeah both classes were loaded with hot chicks at like a 4 to 1 ratio. Um, not douchey.
Re: The Police. What asshole thinks The Police is douchey? Sting gets more poon than a toilet seat at the Tri-Delt sorority house. Plus, I just listened to “Message in a Bottle” on YouTube and that song rocks ballz.
Read my original article, 10 Signs You Might Be A Complete Douchebag, and compare for yourself. Fuckwads.
With the Web already affecting dating and relationships, it was inevitable that technology would move into one of the last territories of the human experience: intimacy. Recently, a Seattle couple, Jim Shell and Tracy Feinberg, started replacing the intimacy and affection they have for each other with technology. Continued