I’ve been slacking on the crazy single life part of my agreement. The truth is, my life hasn’t been all that crazy or single.
It all started back in August, which was when I met Linda. We were just two randomly placed souls on a commuter train sitting next to each other. Her looks were stunning. I don’t normally talk to the people I sit next to on a train, but she had with her so many things that invited conversation. For one, she had two baby chicks. Who brings live baby animals on a train? Another is she was using an mp3 player that I had just bought for my dad. Not the ones that Apple makes, but an obscure brand. “What are the chances?” I thought. More »
Long greeted me with a hug and there was a flutter in my tummy as I took in his cologne that drowned out the stale air of the nursing home, and the warmth in his embrace that took away the chill of this Christmas Day.
“NO!!! NO! Do NOT start to feel this way about him! DO NOT! HE IS OFF LIMITS!” I squished the fluttery feeling flat almost instantly. More »
With the passing of Christmas, comes a new batch of cheesy pick-up lines for possible use to ring in the New Year. Who knows, maybe you’ll be making out with someone when the clock hits midnight.
The Good: (cheesy) You’ve made me so nervous that I’ve totally forgotten forgotten my standard pick-up line. More »
So, I got my results back from the speed dating place: zero matches. Since I may even have misspelled some of the five names I put down (having only learned halfway through the trick of writing the girls’ names on the back of my “match sheet”), I don’t consider this a crushing personal defeat, but it does make me reflect further on how the evening went. More »
Fausto had gotten my attention by sending me a very thorough e-mail via a dating website. He made cute, funny comments about a few things I had mentioned and asked questions that delved further into my interests listed. He also shared with me a bit more about his likes and dislikes that expanded upon what I could’ve learned from his profile. From this initial email I could tell he was a very attentive person, which I guess comes with the territory of being a lawyer. We exchanged a few e-mails that weren’t too personal, but personal enough to allow me to feel completely comfortable that, yes, indeed he is a good person and no he is not after a wham bam get in my pants kind of date. More »
Rushing to get off the subway I realized that in my haste to leave and not run any later than I was, I had forgotten to take one last good long look at the picture of the man I was about to meet Rey. I had gotten so caught up in our flirtatious dating website e-mail exchange that I never really looked at his pictures again after his initial “hello” e-mail. He was attractive enough in his profile picture but the content of his profile is what had really drew me in. The e-mail banter is what kept me interested enough to accept an initiation to meet him for coffee. I remembered that despite being twelve years older, he claimed to look younger and from what I had been able to tell, his 5′9″ lean swimmer’s build, dark hair with a touch of salt and pepper, and rugged facial features shaved off almost a decade. Unfortunately in all but one of his six pictures posted, he had been wearing sunglasses (because they were all pictures of him doing outdoor things in super fun looking sunny places), and the one picture of him without his sunglasses showed 3/4 of his face. More »
To be up-front, this is the story of a Speed Dating Event I attended recently; but it’s prefaced by a few thoughts on what it might mean to find love these days, and just where the heck the concept of Speed Dating might come from.
I studied abroad in India my junior year of college, and I remember vividly a conversation with the father of my host family. We were drinking liqueurs on the back porch of the house and discussing love; the subject of arranged marriages came up and (quite drunk) he asked me if I would consider an arranged marriage myself.
My answer was: Yes, definitely. More »
Some people look for love in all the wrong places. Some people, post Craigslist personals ads. Every week, I will induct one Craiglist personals ad to the CrazySingleLife Craigslist Personals Ad Hall of Shame. I’ll even offer a public response to it. This week’s personals ad comes from a straight single 39 year old man looking for one very specific thing in a woman. More »