| Attention Singles and Pizza Lovers |
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| Thursday, 09 July 2009 03:41 |
This NYT article about the new wave of pizzas got me thinking. I still have Cheri Burbach's book Internet Dating is not Like Ordering a Pizza here somewhere...I thought it was a unique and fun take on dating the Internet, from a survivor, with a sense of humor. How about a TShirt that reads: You looked so much better on your profile? "The book is full of advice and examples that daters (online or not) can use." All Books Review. So here goes - a free copy of the book goes to the commenter who tells the best or worst date story (Internet or blind) and bonus points if you include a compelling pizza recommendation, or fun pizza story.
I'll start the ball rolling because I know no one wants to admit they do it, but lots of us have found it useful. Personally, I think it's just smart. What if you live a block away from the right partner but you go to a different drycleaners, different coffee shops, and just never bump into each other? When I was single I wrote a great profile and had lots of hits. A few I dated. Most did not look like their profile picture. Most profiles I read, I didn't respond to because they'd filled it out like they were ordering a pizza. Checking boxes for what they wanted, but offering nothing interesting or intriguing about themselves. I'll never forget the one who insisted that "Only Jewish Runway Models need apply." Really? And no, he was not himself a model - let's just say he had very high self esteem. I would go to parties where there 40 couples and one single guy and me. Or a blind date where the response to my incredulous "What were you thinking?!" was "Well, he's single and you're single..." as if that were sufficient. Let's face it, once you're out of college, the opportunity to regularly meet people of similar age and interests rapidly declines. The Bruni Pizza article notes that the new crop of pizza joints is partly a reaction to the current downturn in the economy. A pizza place is leaner to staff and cheaper to run. The new restaurateurs are being resourceful and smart. They're adjusting to the times. Increasing your odds by using tools like the Internet is also being resourceful, smart and adusting to the times. It's not about settling or about desperation, it's about mixing it up, meeting new people outside your normal circle. Why not - if the date's a bust you can always order a pizza and get just what you want.
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Pizza and Dating... oh my!
written by Cherie , July 09, 2009
A blind date in the '80s
written by LeeAnn , July 09, 2009
I've been married for 16 years now, so I never had the "privilege" of attempting internet dating. But when I was 16, one of my girlfriends, Stacy, begged me to go on a double date with her. She had met an incredibly hot guy at a basketball game and he called and asked if she had a friend who could double with him and his friend.
I agreed. Stacy and I were at her house getting ready when the doorbell rang. She looked out the window and realized that the "hot guy" she had met was not the one that called her, but how could we get out of this? Her date was fairly nondescript. Mine was tall and lanky like a stork. He had on a peach silk shirt and had bleach-blond spiked hair. I tried to be nice but Stacy was making her displeasure known from the moment we left the house. We went through a drive-through for food and when Stacy's bag was missing ketchup, she made the guy go to a different drive-thru to get some. She was so obnoxious that when we finally stopped at the theater to see a movie, the guys drove off after Stacy and I got out of the car. I was petrified--small town girl, an hour from home with no way back. Stacy, being either more worldly or just stupid, was thrilled that they were gone. Then they came back, claiming it was just a joke. So we went in to see Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hill's Cop. My date had no intention of watching the movie and I had no intention of letting him put his hands where he was trying! I kept him at a distance through the movie AND back in the car when his buddy gave him instructions on laying the seat back in the station wagon that they called The Family Truckster. I guess my denials finally got to be too much for him because he put down the back window on the station wagon and crawled onto the roof while the car was traveling at 60mph down the expressway. I could not wait to get back to Stacy's! He called Stacy's house the next day to get my number. I informed her that I would kill her if she gave my number to him. I never saw him again.
Just Two Beers
written by Valerie Simons , July 10, 2009
Finally I get to meet the guy that I have been talking online too. We order pizza for both of us, soda for me and a pitcher of beer for him. Well, one pitcher of beer turned into two pitchers. I had asked him how much he drinks before meeting with him. He said; one or two a night, but I guess he meant pitchers not glasses of beer. It was our first and last date!
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I have so many worse dates.... But one of them involved a pizza place so I'll share that. I met a guy for a first date at Amelia's pizza in Milwaukee (best pizza in the city, IMHO). We had been set up by friends, and he lived south of Amelia's, I lived north. We met there. I was to meet him at 7:30. At 7:30 I was there, he was not. At 8:00 I was still there, he was not. At 8:15 I was just about to leave when he strolled in, never apologized for being late, and said, "Hey, I've got tickets to an Admirals game (hockey)... let's do that."
I must have been bored. I went. We drove up to the game (separately), and as we entered he said, "Hey, I'll see you at half time. I'm sitting with my boss and you're sitting with my buddy." Our seats weren't even together. FOR A FIRST DATE!
I sat with (much cuter) buddy, flirted, then decided to go home. The guy even had the guts to call me the next day and ask me why I was upset?
EEEESH.