100 Emails, 20 Dates An SF girl's systematic quest to end her singlehood

30Nov/080

The Worst Kind of Kiss | Poll Results

My bad kissing poll ("What's the worst kind of kiss?") had some interesting results, in that there was no clear winner! I used the WordPress plugin to create this poll, and I can't figure out how to close the poll, so these are the results as of today (November 30, 2008).

  • Sloppy: 15% (2 votes)
  • Tongue down your throat: 23% (3 votes)
  • Lizard tongue: 15% (2 votes)
  • Spastic kissing: 23% (3 votes)
  • Other: 23% (3 votes) Responses included "Aggressive."

Apparently, wet, dry, and noisy aren't really big issues for people when it comes to kissing. Personally, I hate noisy kisses, but it seems that I am not alone in having fairly traumatic experiences with people who tongues went a bit too far down the throat. (I'd really like to find out what's appealing for the tongue-thruster in this kind of kiss. Because I just don't get it. It seems to me that'd you'd risk pulling a muscle or something.)

Spastic kissing also tied for first. Both of these responses are kind of encouraging, because sticking one's tongue down a partner's throat or kissing spastically is not really necessary (both seem like behavior someone learns from watching movies) and is controllable.

Roodle made a really good point in the comments: "I think it's actually easier to talk about what you want in sex than it is in kissing, since kissing comes when you don't know each other well." I'd add, too, that there's something really personal about kissing that makes it hard to give feedback. Plus, sex has an end goal in mind. It's OK to give feedback in order to help reach that goal in a faster or more enjoyable way (or just get there, period). But kissing is all about the act in and of itself. Kristin wondered (as I'm sure many of us have) if you should dump someone who's a bad kisser.

I think part of the problem with this poll, though, is that the choices weren't quite right. Sloppy and wet are kind of related, for example. Ah well, time to drum up an idea for tomorrow's poll, since I fell off the wagon last week. (Between being sick, playing two gigs in three days, wrapping up my job last Wednesday, and preparing to start a new one tomorrow, I've been a bit short on time.)

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30Nov/080

The Valentine's Day Poll | Poll Results

If you've been to a bar with me at any point since Valentine's Day 2008, you probably have received the Valentine's poll in person. I love this one, because I love seeing what behaviors can push someone off the fence and also because this one gets the best explanations. So, let's go through it scenario by scenario.

1. Your date runs into an ex and gives him/her a friendly kiss on the lips.

  • Totally fine with it: 6% (1 vote)
  • Red flag: 71% (12 votes)
  • Dealbreaker: 24% (4 votes)

When I gave this one to my friend Alexis, he said that a lot of his girl friends greet everyone with a kiss on the lips, so it doesn't necessarily mean anything. A lot of guys, however, tend to consider this red flag or dealbreaker. People who have been cheated on in the past also tend to consider this a dealbreaker.

2. Your date talks about him- or herself the entire time.

  • Totally fine with it: 6% (1 vote)
  • Red flag: 59% (10 votes)
  • Dealbreaker: 35% (6 votes)

More people tend to find this one a dealbreaker, and judging from the feedback people give, it's because the scenario is the third or fourth date. I expected women to react most strongly to this, but actually guys seem to hate it when girls only talk about themselves during a date, too. Sometimes, when giving this poll, I add, "If you start talking about yourself, he/she listens, but he/she doesn't ask you anything about yourself." It doesn't tend to change the results.

3. Your date reveals he/she is vegan, doesn't eat wheat or wheat products, and the only alcohol he/she can consume is wine.

  • Totally fine: 18% (3 votes)
  • Red flag: 29% (5 votes)
  • Dealbreaker: 53% (9 votes)

This is more of a polarizing scenario. Quite a few people were fine with it, possibly because almost all of my poll respondents are in San Francisco, and people here are fairly tolerant of different food proclivities/dining habits/diets/whatever. But what do you do on a date? You eat and you drink. For many people, the drinking aspect wasn't a big deal, but the dining was. Alexis had a good point, saying that food is really important to him (he used to be the art director for a food industry magazine in New York), and dating someone who had so many dietary restrictions would limit the options of what they could do too much.

4. Your date has mad gas.

  • Totally fine: 50% (8 votes)
  • Red flag: 38% (6 votes)
  • Dealbreaker: 13% (2 votes)

People are most tolerant of gas! Which, as Roodle pointed out in the comments, is kind of heartening. Most people tend to acknowledge that gas is uncontrollable; although men tend to be more forgiving of it than women. Maybe they accidentally ate bell peppers or some other trigger food. My friend Andrew said that he was more than totally fine with it; he'd be glad if a date flatulated around him. "It means she's like family," he said.

I have to point out that, in person, this one always elicits the most clarifying questions: "Has this happened before?" "Does he/she do this on every date?" "Is it smelly and loud or just one of the two?" (People tend to prefer smelly over loud.) The only way I clarify it is to say that you haven't noticed it being a problem before.

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30Nov/080

Email 4: Attempting to Friend on Facebook

My friend Annie often sounds pretty excited, but when she called me at 10 am last Saturday, she sounded particularly excited. A week or so before, at our stitch and bitch (aka knitting group), R. gave everyone the assignment of finding guys to fix up with her and me. Everyone drew blanks. That is, until Annie was talking to a friend who said, "We really need to find someone to fix S. up with." And she thought, "NICOLE!"

According to Annie, he's a really good guy, collects art (rad), is into antique furniture (check), and is Irish-American (perfect!). Oh, and he wants to learn how to play his newly purchased mandolin. Oddly enough, he has the exact same first and last name, only spelled differently, as a really good friend of mine. She said she told him about me, and he said, "Annie, you're such a good person, that I know anyone who you'd be friends with would be a good person, too." I feel the same way.

Annie's brilliant plan was to friend S. on Facebook, and then she thought we could see each other's profiles. However, S.'s profile is not available to friends of friends. What's a girl to do? Friend him, of course. I send him a friend request, and to be honest, I dashed it off so quickly, I don't remember exactly what it said. But it was something like this:

Hi! Annie thinks we should get to know each other, but I can't see your profile without friending you directly. So, let's be friends!

Although, actually... I think I may have used the word "cyberstalking." Perhaps not the wisest choice. And the night before I sent it, my friends Trista and Jon commented that all my profile photos are of me with a drink in my hand (except for one, in which I'm holding tongs by my BBQ).

I sent it last Tuesday; it's now almost a week later. He hasn't accepted my friend request. Oh well. I feel that I need to start getting into double digits with the emails anyway, so this gets me one step closer.

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26Nov/084

Bros' Round Table: Coming to 100E, 20D!

After the whole wing woman discussion (and a cursory Google search to see if I could find out what does, indeed, make a good wing woman), I decided that I need to start soliciting my guy friends to help out with this blog. So I came up with the idea of a bros' roundtable: a gathering of bros to talk about girls.

And then last night, my friend Tim said, "You know, I have podcasting microphones." I think he was kidding until the words came out of his mouth, and then we realized how rad it would be to do a regular podcast of a bunch of bros talking to a chick about dating. So rad. That's how rad.

So what do you all want to know? I want this to be no-holds-barred, truth-i-ful thing. What should I ask? I'm hoping to do the first one next week.

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23Nov/084

The Power of Creative Destruction

A friend, who is in her first year of marriage, came to me the other day and said, "I'm going to file for divorce." Her husband had apparently taken advantage of the fact that she was animatedly telling him a story (about a couple who'd been married 63 years, the wife died, and the husband fell ill, but was totally at peace with it because he was going to be reconnected with her in heaven) to devour a piece of pie they were allegedly sharing for dessert. She only had two bites. In legal terms, this is called "irreconcilable differences."

I told her she should write a song about it. When I feel absolutely outraged or furious about something that either is fairly insignificant, in the grander scheme of things, or is something that I should have anticipated but, perhaps through willfull ignorance, didn't, I write a song about it. For example, when I thought an ex-boyfriend was dating a girl who looked like me. I was freaked out. I wrote a song. (It turns out she doesn't really look that much like me).

The more I thought about it, the more it reminded me of the economic policy of creative destruction: that and intrinsic part of innovation is destroying what came before. A better idea is developed, it comes into being, and in so doing, it destroys what came before. The Pony Express was killed by the telegraph was killed by the telephone was killed by the cell phone and email. And so a real emotion can be killed by a fictionalized version of the emotion. The feeling is transmuted, becoming a creative product rather than something you're holding on to as, say, a series of knots in your upper back. Perhaps that's just me.

But then I wondered if that approach of creative destruction applied to relationships. Bear with me, people. The logic may be tenuous -- and fairly tortured -- but there's a kernel of a good idea here. I may or may not be able to bring it out.

In each relationship, as we move forward, we fix problems that were in the previous relationship (I suspect this is an element of what Alix was getting at in her comment on my "I will never again 'date my dad'" post). By moving forward, we destroy the patterns of the past. (When we don't move forward, that's a problem.) We create new patterns, with the ultimate goal, for most of us, of creating patterns and a relationship with someone that will last. It's relationship, loss, relationship, loss, rinse and repeat. Until you find the person who is reliable, who is the main person you want to focus on creating new patterns with.

Or something. What the heck do I know, I'm still single.

This post was written while fairly sober but after two drinks of limoncello, dinner, and 1.5 beers. The author is not responsible for its content, and reserves the right to edit it in the morning.

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21Nov/082

I thought dating was supposed to be fun

One of my coworkers starts off almost every story with, "So I was dating this girl..." He was pretty prolific in his day (now he's married). At lunch, he asked me and two single guy coworkers if any of us were dating. We all immediately looked down at our food. He persevered, and one by one, we went around explaining why there wasn't a lot going on in that whole area. (Actually, A. said he was meeting lots of chicks, but nothing was panning out. S. and I are just lame or busy or not into it right now or a combination of all three.)

"I thought dating was fun," M. said, almost apologetically.

"Yeah, but you're talking to three people in our 30s," A. said. (S. objected that, at 29, he was far from 30.)

"You were done with it by now," I said.

M. smiled somewhat ruefully. "Yeah, I guess I was kind of done with it by then." I felt like we were letting down the married guy by not providing exciting tales of dating for his vicarious enjoyment. Still, it was kind of nice to know that even guys get down about not meeting people.

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18Nov/081

"It gives me true hope all around"

I always scan the front page of SFGate, the SF Chronicle's website, and am tempted to read the On the Couch series of how married or partnered couple meet. But quite frankly, I'm afraid I'll find it depressing.

Today I actually clicked and discovered the super cute story of how my coworker Meredith and her husband met and fell in love. I emailed her to let her know I'd read it (it seems creepy not to acknowledge something like that), and she wrote back, "Thanks for the sweet note. I am the luckiest person ever to have met Michael, and it gives me true hope all around." So cute.

I'm so happy for my friends who have found their people.

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17Nov/085

I Will Never Again "Date My Dad"

My therapist* told me today that he's pretty confident I would never again "date my dad." I could have leapt off the red velvet couch and hugged him when he said that. This is something I've struggled with my entire dating life, and even the thought, the mere glimmer of a notion that I could break this pattern made me so hopeful -- like maybe I can have the life I want.

My longest relationship was 4.5 years, with C.C., who is, in many ways, like my dad. Sure, C.C. actually helped around the house, he wasn't so wrapped up in his work that he completely ignored me when he got home (not even close), and he was affectionate, but he was an engineer and when I'd bring up problems, he'd either shut down or tell me I should have brought it up earlier rather than stewing over it. I wasn't stewing over it. I was thinking through how I could talk about it without making him shut down or blame me. Basically, he wasn't emotionally available to me when things weren't great.

My next relationship, with D.D., repeated some of those patterns. We were both working through break-ups and thought we were more emotionally evolved than we were. Reality set in, he checked out, and I finally realized that when he said, "But I'm crazy about you" in a pained, longing tone of voice, I should listen to the intention ("I want to be crazy about you, but I'm not anymore") rather than the words.

And since then, quite frankly, I've been spooked. I was there in those relationships, I created those patterns just as much as C.C. and D.D. did. I allowed myself to be treated that way. And part of why I've been spooked is that I'm afraid I'll do it again. And I'm afraid I won't make it out of the relationship so emotionally healthy this time.

To do that, I have to break my patterns. And that's the hard part. But it's also the easy part, because I don't have to rely on anyone else. That's what excites me the most right now. That and the fact that my bandmate Liz, who is a doctor, sent me her no-fail get-well-soon cold remedy. Yes, I can!

* Yes, as part of my general desire to finally get my act together, I'm seeing a therapist. It's helping. You might not be able to tell that it is, but it is.

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17Nov/088

The Worst Kind of Kiss | 100E, 20D Poll

We've all had bad kisses, starting often with the very first one. Which of these is the top dealbreaker for you when it comes to a kiss? Feel free to add your own answer if it's not already on the list. And definitely share your stories in the comments if you want.

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Read the poll results (as of November 30) and my two-cents analysis.

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16Nov/080

I'm Syndicated

BadOnlineDates.com reprinted one of my posts. Oddly enough, the woman in the illustration totally looks like my sister. I don't know who that dude is, though.

Added 11/17: Another post was republished, too! I'm famous!

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