Profile No-No's

If you check out lots of profile photos you may be surprised to see various body parts of ex-lovers showing up, like Lola's hand with a bit of bling perched around Jeff's neck, a piece of her well-toned arm and some wisps of blonde hair still clinging to her discarded boyfriend.  Didn't Jeff consider that may be a turn-off when he posted his picture? And what about Randy who didn't care enough to have an new photo taken and just whited our his ex. Rule #1: don't leave bits and pieces of your old beau behind for all the dating world to see!

Then there are the cellphone bathroom shots.  Why the bathroom?  And if you must, at least clean it up first!  Look at Marty's profile pic.  Shame on him...
Stay out of the bathroom for your photo shoot, away from the washing machine, dirty clothing pile, the tangled mess of wires attached to your stereo or computer, a untidy kitchen or any place that tells more than you really should; i.e, I'm a slob, and I'm looking for someone to clean up after me.  Rule #2:  Take a good look at your photo and remember, you want to attract, not repel!

Your photo is the first thing a prospective date sees, putting your best face forward is vital. That old adage stands true - a picture is worth a thousand words.  Tell us about your photo experiences.  Is what you saw really what you got?
Your comments are most welcome...

Double Date?

The plan was to meet at 6:15 at a local bar.  I got there early, as I usually do, sipped on a sugar-free mojito and checked out my surroundings. Nice place, slowly filling up with well-dressed happy hour patrons.  In walks my guy.  He looks like so many other men I've dated, in fact it's kind of becoming a blur of faces and information, sometimes hard to combine the two and remember who is who.  This guy wore the black shirt typical of so many of my overweight dates, as if the shirt will magically hide those extra twenty or so pound.  Same face, same graying hair, same cologne... hey, wait a minute!  I know this guy...

So I ask, "You look awfully familiar.  Have we met before?"  Apparently we hadn't made much of an impression on each other on our first "date" because he assured me we hadn't met and I went along with it.  After all, he might have been right.  But that cologne, I hated it the first time we met and it smelled just as bad this time.  Yes, as delved into the dusty corners of my mind I came up with the scenario.  This was the guy who, during a free week on J Date, contacted me and strangely enough, turned out to live in the apartment directly above my ex-boyfriend.  I had cast him off after a brief date and now here we were again, through a totally different dating site, sharing what I knew would be another tedious hour.

Another dating disaster but I laughed all the way home.  This dating merry go round really can be a whirling blur if you let it!

Merry Go Round Rules

Another Disastrous Date?

What would you do if your date pulled up in a jalopy like this, wearing his finest threadbare duds, squinting through coke bottle lenses and wheezing like there's no tomorrow?  OK, this might be a slight exaggeration.  But what if he walked up to you at at Starbucks fifty pounds heavier than you expected?  (He said he was a few pounds overweight but this wasn't what you had pictured). Or suppose he was at least ten years older than his profile photo, a disappointment to say the least! These dating disasters are all part of the game.  How can we weed out the liars and cheats before we make a date?

Anything Goes... almost!

Dating websites and merry-go-rounds have a lot in common. It all has to do with going around in circles, reaching for the gold ring and coming up empty handed, but having a ball in the process. Take yesterday for example, I woke up dateless. It’s spring in Florida and a spectacular day; breezy blue sky, windows wide open, Pandora playing all my favorite tunes, cleaning rag in hand and my computer purring. Can a computer purr, you may wonder. Well, mine did yesterday. I received email after email, brief correspondences with at least five men and wound up with two dates! At 4:00 it was Mario, a charming Italian baby of 46 years. Have I mentioned I am 64? My first email to him was “46-64”?

He countered with “yes, why not?” and so I asked myself the very same question – “Why not?” and made a date.