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Sunday, November 19, 2006

The Nerve

I've been trying, people! Internet dating. It's, um, interesting. After each hope-crushing encounter at a swanky martini bar or divey pool hall (depending on our online personaes' proclivities, conveniently located under "Interests"), I've tried to take away some kind of lesson, an insight, a tidbit of advice for the male crop. Here they are, one for each first and last date.

1. Sit up straight.
Doing so demonstrates several things, the most important of which is that you do in fact own and use your spine. It's also polite. Talking about Jonathan Franzen to your bald spot as you recline into the seams of a musty couch, feet propped on the arm of an adjacent chair, is inappropriate for a first date. This kind of display makes me want to smack you. No date two.

2. Turn off your laptop.
Don't get me wrong, I love computers. I'm typing on one right now! If you must take your laptop with you on a first date because you're a colossal (but possibly endearing) nerd, keep it in your Manhattan Portage tote and just sit there and wait for your date. Don't worry, it's not cheating if there's no physical contact. And if you continue typing code for 15 minutes after your date has arrived, you won't have to worry about that.

3. Say something.
Looking contemplative when dining alone or riding the subway is a totally acceptable (necessary, even) practice. But thinking really hard for 45 of the 60 minutes of a first date is not going to get you laid, brother.

3. Say something nice.
I don't care that you hate fiction because "ultimately, it's not true." I don't care that you hate San Francisco, where I once lived. In fact, I'm mildly offended by these statements. What's next, do you hate my mom? Not that I'm all puppies and rainbows, but Jesus.

4. Shut up.
Keep in mind that I already know that I like olives and read the New Yorker. Don't recite my profile back to me. It's bad enough that I have a profile, so reminding me of it puts me in a bad mood. Also, lengthy theories about why you support the gentrification of the Lower East Side and stories about your horrible relationships with your ex-girlfriend, your father, your former roommates, your boss, and/or your dog, do not make for light and witty first-date banter.

6. Wear something flattering.
I'm putting on eyeliner and shit. The least you could do is break out your best sneaks and a sweater that doesn't make you look like Grimace.

I keep telling myself that this dating nonsense makes for good material. One can only hope.

7 Comments:

  • someone brought their computer to a date?

    i'm not even that bad.

    By Anonymous Wayne, at 4:44 PM  

  • to my nerve coach, my inspiration, my constant constant sounding board:

    you are the raddest ever, and nerve sucks balls.

    By Blogger amber, at 6:47 PM  

  • It's not like you've liked olives for a really long time, or anything. Jeez.

    By Blogger Trey Desolay, at 1:20 AM  

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    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 3:38 PM  

  • hello mega74:

    i come to you via betsytacy/dear meghan.
    i am with you, sister, on the rules. there should be more. i've done this nerve thing and it is treacherous going. and i have long thought the same...makes for good material. advice: write it down...now! all the details will blur into one bad date. i rue the fact that i didn't write things down as they happened. must refer to old emails to friends recounting the previous night's adventures. anyway, should you need someone to commiserate with contact me at sharon@shoofshop.com. good luck to you.

    s

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