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
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In a couple of my recent posts I talked about how I met a really cool chick named Teri. We went on a first date, hit it off, made out at the end of the night, and then did a second meetup where she threw me a curveball. Since then we’ve been on one additional date that went really well. We’ve slept together, too. We were on hold for two weeks because she was out of town and I’ve maintained a connection with her via text and Facebook.
So I received an e-mail over the weekend from a friend of mine from college, saying that he’d awoken in the night after a nostalgic and somewhat erotic dream about me.
I met this fellow, call him Dan, freshmen year of college – we were in the same English class. I had a huge crush on him and used to walk him to his next class since I didn’t have one immediately after our English class. Later he joined a fraternity and so we had lots of mutual friends and saw each other quite often, though rarely because we had made specific plans to hang out (though sometimes we did). Continued
Seriously? What was MSN thinking? See this column, entitled How To Date Like A Man, by Erin Dailey.
Dailey’s premise is that women should take charge and do the things that men do to get what they really want out of dating. She makes a lot of presumptions and, and while I’m all for generalizations in the world of blogging, I think Dailey has done a sloppy job of offering “advice” and trying to be funny. At least I think she’s going for humor. The thing that burns my scrotum is that her piece ran in Marie Claire AND on MSN Lifestyle, so probably tens of thousand, nay, hundreds of thousands of peeps read it. Oh no, I think I’m…yes, it’s coming…OMFG…I’m going to HURL…
So I was put in the somewhat strange position of acting as a wingwoman for a friend while out on a date with the BF. As I think I mentioned, I won $440 at the casino and had decided to use some of the money on a Roku (which works exactly as advertised and we absolutely love it), some on my hair (which looks fabulous–the cut was just a trim but the color is probably the best I’ve ever had it done), and some to take the BF out to dinner at Stingray Sushi in Scottsdale. This was since he a) loves sushi, b) just spoiled me for my own birthday not long ago, and c) he bought a new Blackberry for work and it’s left him a little strapped.
Dinner at Stingray is excellent, and then on the way back to the car we’re debating the various merits of staying out for a few drinks since we’re in a nicer area of town and we don’t go out nearly as often as we used to (not because of lame-couple-itis, but because of having-a-job-and-getting-old-itis).
(Photo Credit dosgringosaz.com)
We end up at Dos Gringos, partly because it is a fun bar but largely because our car is parked right in front of it, and decide to text some friends and see if they want to come out. We employ the last-minute text quite a bit because a) you look like you have an awesome social life and those at home feel lame, b) hardly anyone ever comes because they are all getting old and have jobs too, so you don’t have to be as “on” as you think you will, and c) you get friendship bonus points for thinking of them. Continued