Some people are just really great at first impressions. Buck happens to be one of those people. I’ve figured out this much from the date I just returned from with him. This date felt a lot like the last, but instead, I got nervous and talked through most of the date while he remained quiet. I hate silences and I express that by talking a lot. I’m sure Buck thinks I’m something of a Chatty Cathy now. That aside, I really can’t understand where the talkative Buck from the gym went. The Buck I just came home from a date with was shy and reserved. More »

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After my date with Buck earlier, I was so sure that he’d lost interest in me just because there was hardly any conversation between us. It didn’t seem like there was any real chemistry going on between us compared to when we had first met in the gym last week. In an odd twist of events, Buck actually called me the other day. More »

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My first date with Buck was this past Sunday. This first date wasn’t just any date. It was my first date in a long time ever. Getting ready for this (physically, emotionally, and spiritually) naturally, wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Somehow, I managed to actually leave my apartment for the date. As it was our first date, nothing spectacular was planned — just lunch and a trip to a record store he wanted to show me that was known for it’s grunge selection. If you can remember, grunge is really what started it all for us. When I saw him for the first time since last week, I really had to do a double take. More »

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After a long period of dating inactivity, I’m finally back. It all started at the gym for me one day. I know, I know, this sounds a little unreal but trust me it’s the honest-to-god truth. I’d like to preface this by saying that I am not one of those gym-rat types who, with a full face of make-up, work out only in hopes of attracting the opposite sex. Totally not my scene. You see, I am not exactly the poster child for good health and well-being but ever since the doctor told me I was borderline obese, I knew I had to do something. So, as of January 1st, I’ve been working out semi-regularly. Somehow, I got a date out of this. More »

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Too broke to afford a dating coach, I turned to a local bookstore and came out with Cupid’s Playbook: How to Play the Dating Game to Win by Jeannine and Keith Kaiser. So far, this book is reading unlike any other dating advice book I’ve ever read before. Too often, I feel as if other dating books place fault in other people. It’s not your fault he’s not into you, go ahead and move on they say. Cupid’s Playbook on the other hand, doesn’t want you to move on unless you know who you are to know what you want out of dating and relationships. More »

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My last pseudo date has inspired me to be more proactive in figuring out a means to distinguish the time I spend with the opposite sex as a date or just hanging out. Of course I only call it a pseudo date because it’s still unclear to me whether it was hanging out or if it was an actual date. After much soul searching, late night phone calls with every kindred spirit I could talk to/person willing to pretend like they were listening to me, a new resolution to this problem has presented itself to me. More »

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I’m a member of a dating site, you’re a member of a dating site. You happen to be a male and you want to date me, huh? That’s cute. Truth be told, it’s not that hard. However, for some reason, the majority of men in my dating site inbox just don’t get it. Based on all the things these male online daters don’t get, I’ve developed a guide in how to update your e-swagger. More »

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The line between dating and hanging out, is a fuzzy one. I feel like no matter who I describe outings with the opposite sex to, no matter how I describe them, only two responses are elicited:

“Oh so you guys just hung out?” “Wow, sounds like that was a date!”

This happens so often to me that I feel like it’s not really a dating life I’m leading, but rather, a spending-a-substantial-amount-of-time-with-the-opposite-sex life. It’s a mouthful, I know. In my earlier days of spending-substantial-amounts-of-time-with-the-opposite sex, I used to always stress out over whether or not I had experienced…a date. Instead of fretting over the mystery, I’ve gradually resolved to accepting things as they were. Sure, this is frustrating but I’ve grown used to this and am pretty relaxed when it comes to dating. Or doing things that resemble dating. More »

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Since I’ve never been in love before, I could only paint the most juvenile picture of who I envision Mr. Right to be. So far, I envision Mr. Right to be a person who is nice, can take care of himself, cherishes family, is funny and is someone that is complete. Someone who will never say, “You complete me.” I believe I’m worthy of the whole thing, and never halves or parts of people that ought to be completed. Mr. Right is someone who’s okay with not hearing from me everyday and doesn’t require knowing where I am at all times. I’d prefer Mr. Right to believe in a god, but if not, don’t knock on my God.

Physically, I don’t ask for much. Mr. Right is at least my height or taller and of a proportionate weight. He is also well-groomed with a distinct individual style.

Despite all this, I’m well ware that Mr. Right might not be what I’ve described and I’m perfectly fine with that. If I’m happy, that’s all that matters. More »

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In my 20+ odd years of existence, I can say with confidence that I’ve never been in love. There isn’t a single song, poem, story or film about being in love that I can identify with. When people speak of love, it’s a foreign language to me that I’ve only just been casually studying out of curiosity. I feel like I understand some phrases, a word here or there — but not enough to qualify as fluent. From what I’ve observed in my life thus far, no one’s ever fluent in love.

Regardless, love is a place I’d like to go to someday, and it’d be really helpful if I was at least close to fluent. I’ve always been told it’s better traveling that way. By this point in this paragraph, its natural to wonder if I’ve got any baggage on me. The answer is no. I’ve got no baggage. The best way I can describe my situation of never having been in love is that I’ve just never had opportunities. Whenever I’ve thought I’ve had opportunities, they’ve always been false. More »

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