a few more observation on virtual “men” February 28, 2007

Okay well the Lavalife search continues and a few things have come to light – in terms of my own preferences and apparent “etiquette”

 1)  I’m not so interested in the guy who lives at home (i.e. parents) so that he can commute to Western (yes, in London) every week and stay in hotels in order to finish his degree.  How is that fiscally sage?  Because he “loves learning”?  That doesnt even make any sense. Especially when you’re 29.

2)  Yeah I don’t want to date you if you live in your “buddy’s” basement apartment in Scarborough.  It isn’t cool.  It never ever will be.  Even if your nickname is Sparky.  In fact…

3)  One must never ask a guy out.  Instead, you must languish in the overly exciting zone of MSN.  Zowee.  Now that’s what I call a love life. My view, where I think it makes more sense to actually just meet a person and see if “click-age” occurs, is seemingly quite offensive to some e-boys – especially if you make this horrifying suggestion before they do.  I raise my eyebrows in their general direction.

4)  If a guy kisses you on your date (emphasis – he is the initiator), and then a day or two later you send them an email – then they have the right to tell you to relax.  Cause hey – you are coming on too strong.  This must be true because he was a professor. *high five*

5) Don’t get me wrong – I havent given up – just learning the ropes.  And apparently, to an extent, while this whole internet dating thing may SOUND all technical and new fangled, a lot of these guys like their women meek and abiding by “the rules”. Maybe I’ve watched too much Sex and the City for this.

t** m***** – man about town. February 7, 2007

Name has been changed to a series of astericks to protect privacy.

 I am trying to find a nice guy.  An amusing pursuit at best.  I will be using this site as one way of documenting this process. Went on a ‘date’ on Monday.  Details as follows:

okay so here is my date with t** (take 2 on lavalife) (which just to kill any and all suspense – will not be repeated)

arrived at b***********.  t** doesnt exactly look like his pictures.  t** wears glasses (which is fine) and he likes to dress up.  he is wearing a fancy shirt with gold cufflinks and a black blazer with grey pants.  fanc-ey!

he points out at one point (very pointy!) during the evening that men in canada dont know how to dress and that they are sloppy. he found that when he lived in london that a man should dress according to his occupation.  as he is a professional and an accountant he does not have a pocket (that is low-class) and does not have a pointed collar. *blink*  i’m serious.

when i mention melbourne he attempts to correct my pronunciation.  of the word melbourne.  to which i reply “well i lived there for 3 years so i’m preeeeeeetty sure i know how to say it” he also decided that ALL australian men are pigs and they too do not know how to dress.

he mentions that he went to montreal with michael ignatieff!  and he is great!  you know who else is great?  margaret thatcher!  who he describes as the only TRUE socialist of britain!  and who else?  mike harris!  cause the teachers were over-paid goshdarnit.  he wants to be a politician.  he enjoys talking.  self described a big talker.  and i agree.  cause i barely got a word in edgewise.

he likes food.  when i mentioned the cheese boutique he hadnt heard of it.  but claims that he is something of a ”grand gourmet”  so i say – you need to go to the cheese boutique.  he is exceedingly doubtful that this place is of ANY merit.

i thought i was being a bit harsh in my inward criticism and thought – maybe if i see him again he will relax the f*ck down.  but he was very open about the fact that he had no interest in seeing me again.  cause we would fight too much.  *agreed*