Showing posts with label dating advice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dating advice. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Internet Dating Tips 2

More things I've learnt about the wonderful world of internet dating...


1. Be yourself. On date one there's nothing to lose. No point waiting until date five to relax and find he's interested in someone you haven't got the effort to sustain being (of course I don't mean don't make any effort, that's something different). Also, imagine if you put someone really nice off with a bogus version of yourself? Wouldn't that be annoying! (Yes, been there...) And if someone doesn't like you, why the hell would you want to be with them? This attitude makes first (and in fact all) dates a lot easier.


2. Avoid anyone who writes in txtspk on their profile. This sort of man won't have much truck with foreplay either.

3. Judge a man by his shoes. Pointy toes, no (takes himself too seriously; imagines women believe shoe length to correspond to something else (possibly ego); might be Italian). Crocodile, no (vain, extravagant, and possibly a little twisted). Hefty trainers or anything neon, no (zero effort, probably doesn't trim his fingernails carefully enough). Ankle boots with elasticated sides, no (needs Mummy to dress him). Cuban heels, no (sleazy and chip on shoulder about height and other "ruler-related" hang ups). Baseball shoes, no (unless you want to date a teenager). Monkstraps (I just discovered the word for these on the internet), NO (slithery, slimy, staid men who are convinced they're projecting rich, smart and sexy, but in fact their bums are usually too big for their chinos - shudder). 





4. Listen to an upbeat song immediately before arriving to set the appropriate tone. I favour this (for being cheerful), this (for feeling attractive) or this (for not taking any shit).

5. Paying. I have recently been informed by friends that I am doing this one all wrong. Fuck feminism (after all, everyone else this decade has). Let him take the bill! Say, "How much do I owe you?" and when he says, "Nothing," instead of insisting and causing a mild scene (like I have done over the last one and a half decades) say, "Thank you!" Wow, that was easy! And it didn't even mean we had to have sex.


6. This one came from another friend, and can be applied to life in general, not just dating. If someone makes you feel crap, instead of putting yourself down (and vainly hoping for reassurance) phrase your complaint thus: "You've just made yourself slightly less attractive..." (by bragging about other women, for example). The "slightly" is key in sounding unconcerned, and therefore is more niggling for the recipient. I trialled this on S (thirty minutes later he petulantly burst out, "What do you mean I'm not so attractive?!") - extremely effective!


7. Finally, not this:
Our poor mothers...


Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Monday morning without Boss

A huge sigh of relief this Monday morning as my boss is in China - little chance of continuing the emerging trend of humiliating myself this week! However I have an interesting exchange with a student (I should point out here that I work in a university, not a school). He comes to ask ostensibly about exam results, but is now loitering uncertainly.

Student: (wheedling) Miss, can I ask you a favour?

Me: (putting pen down) Sure, what's up?

Student: (grinding toe into carpet) I was wondering if you could recommend me a nice place to go... without any Asians? (Student is Asian himself)

Me: (thinking, "odd", but maybe he just wants to integrate). OK... what exactly are you wanting?

Student: Miss... well... actually, I'm having an affair with a married woman and the Asian community is very small. Can you recommend a nice pub that I can take her to?

Me: (A bit non-plussed, but jot down some pub names). OK, here you are, but - (sudden realisation these are my favourite date destinations) if you see me in there with a man you have to pretend you don't know me, right! (Silently banging head on desk - how many men have I just implied I'm dating?!)  And - don't tell your friends!
Is this how I'm coming across?


Student: Don't worry miss, you're the only person I've told. Even my friends don't know. I knew you'd help! You're my best teacher!!


Should I be extremely flattered by this, or wonder what exactly my work persona is suggesting?





I'm still pondering this at lunch when Big Boss comes over as I'm making a salad.


Big Boss: Ah - salad again! You must go home and live off pizza and chips!

Me: (joking) Why? Are you saying you can't understand why I'm so fat when I eat so healthily?!

Big Boss: (wandering off) Yes... it wasn't very tactful of me, was it...

Me: ???!!

Well, I'm glad that's cleared up:  - it's clearly the Vanessa Feltz vibe that drew students to me...