Go Out on the Damn Date

Some of you men exhaust me.  Especially you Match men.  You wink, then you IM, or you send an email and then you take another week and send another email.

Haven't any of you worked in a business world before?  Are you as inefficient with your business?  No wonder Orange County is in such a mess financially. 

Just get on with it, will you?  See, the thing is I don't want to spend a month getting to know your photo face and then finally meeting you for some coffee and finding out you are a complete bore.  And if you happen to be amazing and the best kisser in all of Orange County, I'd rather know that tonight, say in the next 30 minutes rather than wait three weeks to find out.

Shouldn't the kissing commence if there is going to be kissing?  I'm telling you.  Women in business especially women of the pre middle age sort...well, we could get things done.

So, ask us to go out on a damn date.  Don't say, "Maybe we should hang out sometime."  Ugh.  Hanging out is for kids.  Ask me on a real date like a real man would ask.  I'll show up like a real women in a skirt and everything.

You might end up with some real making out. 

If you IM me to death, you get nothin'. 

Dating Firemen. Our Civic Duty.

B and I have much in common including our great appreciation for men. As I’m ought to do, I run through the list of the men in my dating queue. You know…maybe I’m not dating them but we’ve dated before and it’s been amazing and we might date again but we’re not quite sure we’re the right fit for long term.


Play dates. No, not booty calls. That’s so 20’s. I’m pre middle age. I like play dates. And they don’t have to be in bed. Sometimes they are terribly great little dinner dates or drinks at bars or running-into-each-other for kissing dates because in your 30's you are damn busy.


I’m damn busy.


And then, there are the exceptions. Firemen. B and I both have had firemen encounters of the non burning down the house variety.


I leaned in and asked her, "did you sleep with him?" She paused, smiled, sighed and answered, "He's a fireman.".


We both knew that meant yes.


I told B, “you know those boots the firemen put out for fundraisers on the corner…..? It’s like we’re making a donation.”


“Yes, it’s really a civic duty.”


Any of you firemen out there, keep wearing your fire company t-shirts on your off day. Put a picture of you in your uniform on Match.com. Do what you have to do to let us know you’re of the hero sort because chances are, well, very likely chances are, you’ll run into someone willing to donate to a hero cause.


And it’s a very good donation.