Wednesday, 4 December 2013
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Friday, 15 November 2013
I’ve come to the realisation that the reason I am single and unemployable is because I treat every date like a second job interview and every job interview like a first date.
If you attend a job interview wearing something slutty (applicable to both males and females, gay and straight) and go on a first date looking extremely well-groomed and professional, you’re certain to give the wrong impression both times.
No one wants to employ someone who looks like they’ve just tumbled out of a brothel, and no one on a first date wants to go home with someone who looks like they are going to audit the contents of their kitchen and then give them a crash course in accountancy. (Unless of course, you met on a dating website for auditors and accountants).
The way you behave on a first date, be it at a bar, a restaurant or a nightclub, denotes exactly how you’re going to behave once you’re naked and horizontal.
A fussy eater in a restaurant is never going to come up with the goods sexually.
If you can’t get your mouth around some meatballs and spaghetti without feeling self-conscious, then the chances are you’re not going to feel comfortable taking off your underwear and swinging from a chandelier, and if a person isn’t capable of showing some rhythm on a dance floor, then they are certainly not going to know the right moves in bed.
A first date is not the time to be on my best behaviour.
In fact, it’s the perfect time for me to get roaring drunk, say totally inappropriate things and then break down crying.
After all, if someone isn’t interested in me at my worst, why the hell should I let them see me at my best?
I’m thinking a first date is the perfect setting to try this method of reverse psychology. I’ve been on candlelit dates and sat listening intently, smiling in all the right places and nodding like a dog in the back of a station wagon, to someone in whom I have no interest at all.
So next time I’m on a date with someone I really like, I’m going to set fire to the tablecloth, douse the flames in some gin and then start dancing provocatively around the restaurant.
It may not give the right impression, but it will certainly make sure it’s a memorable one. In the dating world, crazy, sexy and dangerous is a much better option than safe, boring and dull.
“You only have one chance to makea first impression on a first date.”
Most people are looking for excitement in their lives.
So even if they are begging you to sit down, just ignore them. They are secretly falling in love with you.
If you’re feeling anxious about your first date, it is perfectly acceptable to do whatever it takes to make you relax.
If you’re meeting in a bar, then arrive a little early and knock back a few shots of tequila. It is far better to be relaxed and half-dressed than nervous and buttoned up.
Why would anyone want to go on a date with a “stuffed shirt” when they could be hanging out with someone in a pair of loose pants?
The cutoff point for drinking on a first date is if you should start feeling seriously unwell or (god forbid) are vomiting profusely.
It can have serious repercussions not only on your outfit but also on the sexuality of your date.
The first girl I ever went out with got drunk and vomited all over my jeans. It was at that exact moment I realised I was gay and my only use to a woman would be to hold her hair out of her face while she was sick.
I have had to do this for almost every female friend I have ever had since becoming an adult. I make a much better gay friend than boyfriend.
Back to the etiquette of a first date.
The rules are there no rules. Whatever feels inappropriate you should do with gusto. Whatever seems polite and right is totally and utterly wrong.
Think about your future together because that’s when it’s the time for you to become boring and staid. Your first date is the perfect opportunity to show a complete stranger exactly what you’re capable of, so behave like a wild bull that needs taming rather than an old cow that’s gone lame.
You only have one chance to make a first impression on a first date, so make sure it’s one that counts.
So what if it ends up being for one night only? At least you will have made sure it’s a night they will never forget.
I originally wrote this article for http://www.datingadvice.com/advice/how-not-to-behave-on-a-first-date
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Tuesday, 12 November 2013
Recently I was asked to take part in a documentary about 'Online Dating'. Not that I am an expert in the field of 'online dating', but the shows researcher had read some of my previous blogs and had decided that I was experienced enough within the realm of dysfunctional relationships to be a prime candidate to be sat wild eyed and confused in front of a television camera, and that once there, I was a sure bet to then let my mouth runaway with me.
When I had the initial telephone interview with the production company I must admit I was little dubious because I thought 'you want to make a documentary about online dating and you don't even know how to Skype?' But then when I really thought about it, nobody's online presence is a true depiction of their physical self anyway, so I guess the production company didn't give a damn what I looked like, as long as I gave good (talking) head.
The researcher on the other end of the telephone line said 'So Daniel, tell me all you know about online dating?' Which sent me into this weird head space of believing that I was actually an expert on all things that go on between a strangers finger and keyboard. 'But I thought you were going to ask me a series of questions and I just had to give you funny answers?' 'No, we really need you to talk about your experience of online dating and how it has affected your relationships, both physically and emotionally'.
I have no great recollection of what I said within the next hour long conversation, except to say that I made about 50% up, 40% was about friends and the secrets they have told me never to share with any other living soul, and the other 10% was discussing those 'Uniform Only' websites in which people pretend they are firemen, nurses and policeman but who actually work part time in a fancy dress shop or have access to the onesie department in Primark.
My actual experience of online dating is limited but I'd imagine it's very useful if you've been barred from every pub or nightclub in the land. I also think it's very handy if you're a prostitute, a pensioner or a pervert, and if you happen to be all three then bingo, you've hit the jackpot without ever having to remove your underwear; but as far as I'm concerned, my experience of online dating has only ever moved from the living room to the bedroom if I've picked up my laptop and taken it to bed with me.
Online dating is like a takeaway menu for the chronically obese ( and I don't mean to offend with that statement because there is most probably an online dating site for the 'chronically obese'). What I mean is that the choice and possibilities are endless. You could have Asian on a Monday, 'Suited & Booted' on a Tuesday, Naughty Nurses on a Wednesday and 'Big and Buxom' by Thursday. The Internet offers too much choice and therefore takes away the comfort of the reliable. At least if you go down to your local pub you know by the time you've had 10 pints of Guinness and a pack of 'Nobbys Nuts' you'll be able to go home and get naked with the same person you do every weekend when you're wide eyed and legless. Online dating takes away that very special moment of having someone spill their kebab down your bra on the drunken bus ride home. It also takes away that extra special walk of shame on a Sunday morning when your eyeliners smudged and you've got holes in your tights.
I have looked at online sites before but that was mostly if I was doing background checks on people I wanted to date or was preparing to blackmail. The thing is, no one tells the truth online. If they say they are 40, you can bet they are 53. If they are say they are a 'company director' it's a sure sign they are unemployed and if they say they are a 6ft 3" model called Brenda? I'll bet my life they are a 5ft 11" builder called Brian. You should never believe anything you read in an online profile. Inches are added where there are only centimetres, hair is added where there is only toupee tape and £ signs are added where there are only pennies.
Where precautions need to be taken in 'real life' dating, caution needs to be exercised when you're trying to get your rocks off online.
Every single one of us is guilty of exercising extreme vanity when choosing our profile picture on Facebook so imagine the amount of posing, plucking and airbrushing that is used if you're trying to find your next person to mate with, marry, murder or mutilate online? The Internet is a dangerous place, and not only for kids who lack parental control and who should really be sat upstairs doing their homework.
I have no advice when it comes to dating online. I don't even do my grocery shopping online because I like to personally squeeze my plums and manhandle my grapefruits before I put anything in my basket and take it to the checkout. I'm all about checking 'sell by' and 'use before' dates and with online dating and online grocery shopping, you can never be too sure that what looks ripe and appetising online, isn't actually over ripe and vomit inducing once laid out bare in front of you on your kitchen table.
I think it's safe to say that there is a huge divide between gay and straight 'online dating sites' too. If you give a gay man a phone or a laptop he's going to try and have / find sex on it or with it. If you give a straight woman Internet access she's going to try and buy shoes with it and if you give a straight man anything he can put in his hand and download images on then he's going to try and watch porn on it.
The only real advice I can give is this, what looks gorgeous and Grecian online could turn out to be grotesque and Godzilla like in the flesh. What seems exotic and expensive online is probably cheap and nasty when it turns up at your door at 3.30am, and what promises to take you 'on the ride of your life' in it's online profile, is probably on his way over to you on a number 53 bus.
Remember, unless it's standing stark naked in front of you, it's probably coming up behind you, and if you found it on the Internet, you never know what you may be getting or where the hell it's going.Online shopping is fine but if you insist on online dating, always remember to keep your receipts and remember the return policy, If it doesn't look like a thing like it's profile picture, you mustn't let it in.
Thursday, 5 September 2013
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Recently I read that there is a simple way to tell if someone is really 'into' us, and not surprisingly, in a material world full of material girls (and boys), it supposedly depends on how much money and how much commitment we are willing to put into that initial meeting or on that all important first date.
What I read was this:
'Coffee is cheap, drinks are an audition, lunch is an interview but dinner means business'.
Now I don't know if this applies if you've met online, in a supermarket, in a bar or even in a sex club, although I would think that if you had met someone in a sex club, then it's a little too late to be exchanging niceties and polite conversation over a Frappuccino and a chocolate brownie.
I'd find it hard to be coy and flirtatious with someone who's already familiar with my ins and outs (or outs and ins, depending on whatever makes you happy).
My own take on the statement is this:
'Coffee is boring and makes your breath smell, drinks are fun and liable to lead to nakedness, lunch is only ever going to work if it's at the weekend because work takes precedence over leisurely lunch breaks, and dinner means you will be expected to get naked (and there are probably drinks involved too)'.
I hate being asked to meet for 'coffee'. Firstly, I'm allergic to it and it makes me behave like I've ingested a speedball. Hardly perfect first date material am I ? I'll just sit there covered in hives and frantically fidgeting, whilst sweating and chewing my tongue like a junkie waiting for their next fix. I also find being asked for 'coffee' rather boring and quite frankly, cheap.
If someone asks you for coffee then it's certainly going to be a daytime date, and what do daytime dates mean? The person asking is most probably not single and can only really spare you a half hour sat at the back of a generic coffee emporium, where the barista spells your name wrong and the CEO is busy not paying company taxes.
Going for drinks on a first date can be fun but it can also be dangerous. It's the perfect opportunity to find out if the person you're going to be spending the next few hours, night or the rest of your life with is a raging alcoholic, notoriously tightfisted, a lightweight or a (beer) barrel full of fun and laughter. I remember being asked out for drinks by someone and when I was asked what I was drinking, I answered straight away 'a shot of tequila'. The relationship lasted all of three weeks but boy, was it fun. I should add that although it was our 'first date' we'd known each other for years, we'd just never got around to really 'knowing' each other.
I would never advise getting roaring drunk on a first date, no one wants sick on their shoes or have to witness your tears or violent behaviour before they've even found out your star sign. If your first date is a 'drinks' date it's best to remember these rules:
When you left the house you were wearing underwear, make sure you're still wearing it when you come home.
If you have a special party trick / dance / ability to touch your elbow with your tongue when drunk then you really shouldn't drink on a first date, and finally, never ever order a flaming Sambuca if you've bought your false eyelashes from Poundland or if you've got too much product in your hair.
Someone's asked you out for lunch? I wouldn't completely write off the chances of romance at lunch, it just depends on what day of the week it is. If your suitor is a millionaire or unemployed then you'll probably be in with a good chance of having an extra long week day lunch date, but if if they are in a regular 9-5, then you're only going to have time to get soup and half a sandwich. No one takes a lunch hour anymore so it's not the right time for wine, romance and roses. Lunch for most of us is spent at our desks, not playing footsie in a five star restaurant and knocking back champagne cocktails.
A lunch date works if it's the weekend because not only can you order the full five courses, you can also spend the whole morning making sure you look presentable, rather than fixing your hair / make-up / cleavage in the reflection of your computer screen.
Weekday romantic lunches never work, save it for the weekend and remember the weekday lunch date rule:
If he arrives by helicopter - he's a millionaire.
If he arrives by bus - he's unemployed.
So now we've arrived at the daddy of all romantic first dates - the dinner date. This apparently is the one that means business, the one that changes the love game, the one that shifts the goal posts and puts its balls on the table (although if you do turn up at dinner and your date is sitting there with his balls on the table, I'd quickly look for the nearest exit and jump in a taxi home). Dinner as a first date is a serious business, and there is nothing more telling about a persons behaviour than watching them eat.
I actually find it attractive when a man eats with it's hands (unless it's soup or a Thai Green Curry), just make sure he washes them before he unhooks your bra. Never date anyone who tucks their napkin into their shirt like it's a bib, it will make you want to rub their back and burp them and never, ever date anyone who is rude to a waiter or waitress. Not only does it show a complete lack of class, it also means that whatever food is being put down in front of you has had something unspeakable done to it in the journey from the kitchen to your table. Anyone who orders spaghetti and then cuts it up with a knife and fork is going to useless in bed and anyone who can suck a whole strand of spaghetti straight from the bowl to their mouth is going to be amazing in bed.
Never date anyone who doesn't chew, they probably don't have their own teeth and never date anyone who chews open mouthed. I'd also be suspicious of anyone who eats / drinks and talks at the same time. It's probably their only moment of over achievement.
I hope, in some way I've given clarification to the whole coffee / drinks / lunch / dinner dilemma?
Just remember these first date guidelines:
Coffee = Just say no
Drinks = a drunken audition (just don't turn up in a pair of tap shoes, a leotard and making 'jazz hands')
Lunch = only if he's a millionaire
Dinner = If he likes it then he's going to put a ring on it otherwise, at least you're going to get a free meal
And finally, if you really can't be bothered with any of it, either go on a liquid diet or order a takeaway.