Posted by: Annatonic on: October 6, 2009
I disappeared this week. Total silence all around. I was starting to get “I know you’re busy but…” text messages and phone calls from loved ones of the “are you ok?” variety. Blame my boss and a no-minute-spared workathon. And what did my would-be dates think? To them I was just MIA. There you have [...]
Posted by: Annatonic on: September 28, 2009
At summer camp you were paired off into buddies, so if you never surfaced when the canoe tipped over somebody would notice. Or if you went to day camp you were paired off at the zoo, so if you were eaten by a boa constrictor, somebody would notice. Then some twenty-seven years later your date [...]
Posted by: Annatonic on: August 23, 2009
I was wearing a skirt, my happy place undergarments, and a smile bright with anticipation as I strolled down First Avenue. That was my first mistake. Anticipation is the death of any first online date. Expect the worst, and maybe, just maybe he won’t be dressed like your grandpa on vacation. But he was. No, [...]
Posted by: Annatonic on: August 21, 2009
A certain crispy faced Canadian singer once belted out these words: when you can see your unborn children in her eyes, you know you really lo-oove a woman. Oh Bryan Adams, how many unborn children have you seen? I hazard to think that if Bryan had been partial to the online dating era, he would [...]
Posted by: Annatonic on: August 19, 2009
Which was more fun: your last job interview or your last online date? The mission, should you accept it, is exactly the same. Whether your quest is for employment, sex, love or d) all of the above – you will be judged, you will iron your clothes and you will decide what to say and [...]
Posted by: Annatonic on: August 10, 2009
It’s been about 300 degrees in New York City today and I may have inadvertently sweated out my somewhat, errrr, jaded views on online dating. So tonight, dear single people, is dedicated to the top ten reasons you should stop reading this and go sign up to your friendly neighborhood dating site. Why? Here’s why. [...]
