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Time To Piss Away All The Goodwill I Built Up Yesterday

Thanks for all the kind messages, comments, and pats on the back yesterday for getting on CNN. I really appreciate it.

I thought long and hard about what I can do with all this good will. The question that was bugging me last night was, “What should I do for a follow-up?”

The answer: Piss it all away of course!

As I have documented in the past there is one thing that I amazes me more than anything else. It is the simple face that Hitler essentially destroyed an entire style of facial hair. There is nothing in history that equals this. Nobody can grow that style of facial hair again because of the negative connotations that it brings.

A person that could be wearing that style of facial hair could be totally clueless to history. This person might be the nicest and most caring person on the planet, yet society would probably shun them because of how they shave their upper lip. There is no other facial hair that has this impact!

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  • The Ultimate Secret to Any Successful Relationship

    When I was at the supermarket the other day I was browsing through the magazine section to purchase a few periodicals to entertain me while I am on the shitter and came across a few different women’s magazines. Not wanting to be looked at awkwardly by my fellow shoppers I grabbed a copy of Men’s Health and used it as a cover when looking at a few of these chick magazines. (I figured nobody would think I am gay if I was reading a copy of Men’s Health.)

    Men's Health Magazine

    All of these magazines had an article about how to have a happy and healthy relationship. Of course most of the reasons were pretty superficial or involved “communication”, whatever the hell that is. I was kind of disappointed that none of these used the three things I use to keep my relationships successful, here is my list:

    Lying as much as possible- Honesty is never the best policy, I use to think brutal honesty was the best way to go.  Now I just totally lie through my teeth. Screw it; tell them what they want to hear. It just keeps everyone happy.  Also why give up any information that would make you look bad? I mean I used to tell all the girls I dated about my inclusion on the national sex offender registry but why bother? There are plenty of other Kevin’s in the world with my complete name and that could possibly live in the greater Boston area that are my age. Actually that isn’t true I am not a sex offender, I actually have a bad case of irritable bowel syndrome, I figured the sex offender thing softens the blow.

    “De-Nile” ain’t just a river in Egypt it is also a great policy regarding my past.

    (Wow that Stuart Smalley joke doesn’t work well in print at all.)

    Use the threat of anal sex to get anything accomplished- Nothing works better than “well I mean it might slip into the wrong hole accidently tonight” as a threat. Of course you have to do it a couple of times by mistake to have a fear associated with the threat. Think of it this way when you were little and a parent would give you the threat of giving you a smack; you need to be smacked first in order to understand the threat. Now remember these tips work both ways so ladies you may need to invest in a strap on.

    I can’t say that I am the originator of this technique; it has been going on since the 50s.

    anal sex month

    Completely isolate your companion from their friends- The only way you can brainwash… err… build a successful relationship is to alienate your significant other from all of their friends. You start slowly by having their friends not like you or pointing out that a certain friend is really a bad influence, possibly a crack whore. If that doesn’t work you shamelessly flirt with one of their friends and your significant other will never want you to be around them because of jealousy, eventually they will stop talking.

    This isolation move is one that my friend’s fiancé made and I have to say it is brilliant. This move makes it so your date’s friends can’t point out how crappy of a mate you are. They aren’t going to be around to point out how crappy the lying and the anal sex threats truly are, making the plan complete and thus the relationship successful.

    You should all go home and implement this strategy today; your happiness all depends on it.

    Do you have any relationship tips you want to share?

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  • Cosmopolitan Magazine is For Whores and Idiots

    On the front page of yahoo a few days ago was an article by Cosmopolitan Magazine on places for women to meet the right guy. They broke down a few locations as being “hot spots” to grab the man of your dreams. Of course their logic, like always, was totally flawed. I am going to review their locations and give you my opinion because if we have learned one thing over the course of the last four years is that I am always right.

    Hot Spot: The Apple Store

    Wow we are starting with an easy one. Unless they are into hot Asian girls that want to sell you a computer then there is no reason for them to go guy hunting there. Also when people are going to a store to make a major purchase or get something repaired is it really the best time for someone to swoop in and try to get a number?

    Guy: I don’t know if I want the air book or mac book pro.
    Girl: (randomly walks up) Whichever one you go with they have wireless so you can check your e-mail from my bed.

    That doesn’t sound desperate at all.

    Hot Spot: A Fortune 500 or tech company

    Nothing says a smart move like getting a new job and fucking one of the guys you work with because well we all know that ends so well. What ever happened to the old rule that you never dip your pen in the company ink? Wait for a girl would that be you never drip your ink on the company pen or something like that? I am confusing myself I better move on.

    nazi

    (we met at a political rally, he had the cutest uniform)

    Hot Spot: A political rally or campaign

    “I’m looking for a boy to date… Maybe I will go to this cool save the earth rally, I mean I like the environment and stuff.”

    Two months later.

    Guy: What are you doing tonight?
    Girl: Watching Ugly Betty and doing some laundry, you?
    Guy: I’m going to go set a well to do neighborhood on fire in protest.

    Well done lady, well done.

    Hot Spot: A sports bar on Sunday or Monday night, the weight room of a gym, or a steakhouse

    Granted these places will be full of guys but honestly Cosmo are you even trying anymore with a recommendation like that? That would be like me telling guys they can meet women at a hair salon or stripper aerobics. Come on Cosmo step it up, I expect better thought out research than that… wait what am I saying?

    Hot Spot:  A rock-climbing center

    I don’t think I have ever met anyone that rock climbs, ever. Not at a job, not out in public, none of my friends do it… In fact because I don’t know anyone that does it I am going to assume that it doesn’t exist. Cosmo must have created rock climbing for this article just to write about something different.

    Hot Spot: A grad-school coffee shop

    This is what Cosmo has to say:

    “The dearth of chicks, combined with the little free time these studious dudes have to play the field, means they’re thrilled when you seek them out.”

    If you were reading that and actually thought it was a good idea do you look in the mirror and officially come to grips with the fact that you have hit rock bottom and are totally desperate? How demeaning is that?

    Why don’t they say:
    Since these guys are really busy and there are like no women in their program they will date just about anything with a vagina.

    Once again Cosmo you have completely amazed me.

    What is the worst advice you have seen in a magazine?

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  • Matchmaker My Ass Part 2- Electric Boogaloo

    To read the first part of this series, click here.

    confessions of a matchmakerWe left off with Patti Novak, the star of the reality show Confessions of a Matchmaker, talking about all the things I wasn’t allowed to talk about when I was on a date. She then shifted to politics and asked where I stood on some issues, which then turned into ten minutes of her giving me her own political leanings. I now know the official stance that she has on illegal immigration, let me just say that this talk had me biting my tongue and cringing at some of the terminology she used. At this point I was convinced that this lady wasn’t going to get a dime of my money. In fact I was trying to figure out a way not to stand up and toss her out of the window.

    There was one interesting thing she did talk about. One applicant that had met with her earlier in the day was rejected because she didn’t really think he was a good fit, which I found a little curious. I asked her why she rejected him and she told me that he was against having kids, so much in fact he joined an anti-kids club. Like signed up for a membership, goes to meetings, and participated in a club for and about guys that were against having kids. Who the hell does that? I mean I get not wanting to have kids but to join a club about it? What the hell is the point? Do you need support on your stance of not wanting to have kids? Is it an addiction? Is it some magical club with so much fun and good times that you can’t pass it up? What is the deal with that?

    After we finished talking about the no kids club she had to go take care of a few things paper work wise for something else and left me in her office, she gave me a book of letters and pictures of people that were satisfied with her service to peruse. I knew this was a total sales technique but I found it interesting to look at the people that were included in this book. This got me thinking for a second though, what if she does know what she is doing? But then logic stepped into my brain and pissed all over the hopeless romantic. Logic pointed out that if I wanted I probably could have been married at three different points in my life, logic also clearly pointed out saying that this service isn’t for you. Then logic bitch slapped me and reminded me that I was here for material not to be swayed by the Miss Cleo of dating.

    Patti returned and asked me if I wanted to sign up… She explained that I had four business days to leave the service once it started if I wanted, and she would be calling me in two days with my first three matches. Also she explained that usually she offered classes with her service about how to dress, personal appearance, and how to hold a conversation but she felt like I didn’t need that service. (One of the oddest backhanded compliments I have ever received in my life.) She then put out the contract in front of me and asked me if I was interested. I hemmed and hawed explaining that I had a lot on my plate and committing to something like this would probably not be smart. I was trying to be nice about turning down her “service” but then she did something that blindsided me, she took at shot at my ego.

    Her: “If this is something you can’t afford I understand.”

    Whoa, wait a second, what about me says I can’t afford this? Do I look poor? Are you saying I don’t earn enough? All these things come flying into my head. The hair on the back of my balls stands up and I whip out the credit card, “Sign me up.”

    I filled out the paperwork and then went on my merry way, proud that I showed this lady that I could afford her measly service. But with each step I took away from the door, logic, who was just sat on by the 400-pound ego, began to crawl out from under ego’s giant ass to talk. Logic reminded me that there was no reason for me to sign up for this service and that I just sat there for an hour bashing everything that had been going on in my head. But because she took a shot at my ego I wiped all of that out. I realized at that point that I had turned into Marty McFly when he gets called a chicken in Back to the Future.

    marty mcfly

    The next day I send in my cancellation notice and asking for a refund, which took two months to get. (Even though in the contract it states it would take ten business days.) Over those two months I sent in seven e-mails, made two phone calls, and her show got canceled. Apparently A&E was on board with what I was thinking. Still though my curiosity of what type of girls I would have met through the service burns at me. Because for $1,000 I better have fireworks shoot out of my ass when I get a blowjob from one of these girls… err… I mean I should find true love.

    For the life of me I can’t imagine an attractive, intelligent, sexually deviant woman walking through those doors and saying she can’t find a man. I think I am better off for never knowing…

    What would you rather spend $1,000 on besides a crappy match making service?

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  • Looking for love in all the wrong places- Match.com

    Matchmaker my ass part 2 is going to have to wait a day or so because I have it half written and I am lazy about finishing it.

    The one site that I tried out that I haven’t really talked about was match.com. I really don’t have any complete horror stories about people from there; I met a lot of nice girls and even dated a few for a short period of time. There were even one or two girls I could potentially have a relationship with if I wasn’t so focused on school and work. However I want to recap some lessons that I learned about the site and about what I want from a girl because if match.com did teach me anything it was what I didn’t want in a girl.

    Lesson 1- About average is the most misleading term ever

    When someone puts body type and uses the “about average” selection that apparently can mean that they are rail thin to 40 pounds overweight. I’m not slamming people for using that term because I mean it is so open. What is average? At what point are you no longer “about” average? When you use “about” as a qualifier what exactly is about? I propose them switching to a different scale like this:

    Nicole Richie
    Super Model Weight
    Renee Zellweger Before Bridget Jones Diary
    Renee Zellweger During Bridget Jones Diary
    The mom from Home Improvement
    Mo’Nique
    The Mom from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

    I think that is a scale that is a little more accurate and everyone can relate to because it gives us a visual interpretation. I would do one for men as well because this applies to us but I would hate to point my powers of perception at myself and damage my ego that would lead to a week of tell my why I am great posts. Nobody wants that.

    wedding

    Lesson 2- Girls are ready to commit on there, almost at an unstable level

    If you get to the point that you go on three dates you are in a relationship if you know it or not. By the forth date on match.com women are ready to leave their toothbrush and tampons at your house. I used match.com at one point when I lived in California and I met one girl that on the second date told me that I was the type of guy she could marry. That freaked me out and I was looking for the exit door but I figured I could probably sleep with her and honestly sailor had been out to sea way too long. (Don’t judge I have needs.)

    Of course she called me that week and told me that she had concert tickets up in San Francisco, where she was from originally. I was told that we could go up to the concert and stay with her friends for free. Instead of walking away from her and hiding in fear because of the marriage thing I figured that I would go to the concert and see how things went. Well her friend’s house turned out to be her parents’ house, where I was told that they were excited to meet me and heard a lot about me. Um, this was like our fourth date.

    I didn’t have anything that extreme from this time around but I will say red flags shot up more than once. When you have a third date and then start getting shit because you don’t call, text, or e-mail at least once a day you have a problem.

    Lesson 3- Second date is the sex date

    I don’t want to come on here and sound like I fucked half of the greater Buffalo region or anything like that because I didn’t. But if you make it to a second date off of match.com you are getting laid, unless that date is a total disaster. It got to the point where you just know it is going to happen, you could be at a bar and it could be like 11pm, you just look at your date and say, “We should go.” There is no debate; they just like run out the door. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if they do the bra trick on the way out the door taking it off under their shirt. It was amazing to me.

    Lessons I learned about what I don’t want in a girl

    I can’t date a girl that is a bigger sports fan than me- I like sports, I like them a lot but I will watch all major sports and not really latch onto a team where I have to watch EVERY game they play. At first I found it kind of cute then I realized that it was more of an obsession, which kind of freaked me out.

    I don’t know if I can date teachers- They have entirely way too much extra time in their day. I pretty much get up and go to work the same time they do but they are off of work 3 hours before I am. When you add school into the mix they are home at least five hours before me. That gives them WAY too much time to think, and over think, and analyze… Leading to crazy e-mails and nasty voice mails asking me about how I really feel about them or why I haven’t called. Of course the last time I saw them was two days ago.

    waitress

    I don’t know if I can date anyone that is a waitress- Now there is nothing wrong with being a waitress or bartending, I know people that do it as a career. But I went on a date with a few girls that weren’t in school and were just waiting tables; it was impossible to talk about work in any fashion with them. I think having a career type job and working in a restaurant has two different types of pressure, my job has the day to day pressure but also an overall long term pressure about my career and the health of the company along with my impact on that health. Waiting tables you look at making it through the dinner rush without pissing anyone off, which is highly stressful and require skill but it is just two different worlds.

    Christ, this may be the most shallow blog post I have ever written. But I guess at least it is honest. I think I should pull the eject button now, not that I can make myself look like any bigger an asshole than I already do.

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  • Looking For Love in All The Wrong Places- Matchmaker My Ass

    It is time to start finishing up my dating series, looking for love in all the wrong places. When I started the series I wanted to try various websites in order to land a date and compare the women of these sites versus women I met in the real world. As this progressed I received a ton of e-mails from people suggesting other sites that I should be apart of including some pretty odd niche sites. There was one e-mail though that was really interesting, I was told that I should try to get on the reality TV show Confessions of a Matchmaker which is filmed here in Buffalo.

    Being the self promotional whore that I am I figured that I could wear a pointlessbanter.net t-shirt on every date that I went on, reference the site every five minutes, and reap tons of traffic. Or I could go on there and show off that I am the tortured bachelor and maybe have it lead to an upgrade to the show the Bachelor where I can hold rose ceremonies and laugh at girls that didn’t get a rose.  I would love to boot girls off the show and totally destroy their reputations while doing it, “You should have swallowed, no rose for you.”

    Girl: But I didn’t even go down on you.

    Me: Sure you didn’t, sure you didn’t. Let America be the judge you non-swallowing trollop.

    Patti NovakAnyways, I filled out the online application and ended up getting a call a few weeks after where I did a phone interview. The interview was with a new girl on their staff, she had to be in her mid twenties and we had a good conversation, I essentially just spurted back everything I have written about here and the horrors of dating. She liked me and we scheduled a time for me to come in and meet the owner Patti Novak, the star of Confessions of a Matchmaker.

    When I arrived I had to fill out a shit load of paper work and take a survey, I talked about one of the inane questions before in this blog. After I finished the survey I was called into Patti’s office where we had about an hour conversation. Patti poured through my application and we talked about dating, she complimented me on my looks and told me that I seemed like a good catch. She said there were no red flags on my application and then proceeded to tell me how things worked.

    She would select the girls I would date as she matched them up by my likes and dislikes. Patti would essentially give me a run down of three girls a month, I would get their phone numbers and I would call them to go out on dates. We couldn’t talk more than five minutes on the phone because she said that it would build false expectations and ruin the date. We were to meet in public and she suggested that TGI Fridays was the perfect place, and probably harped on that point like four time. Apparently there were no other dining establishments in Buffalo except TGI Fridays and magic would happen if we went there. Their square mozzarella sticks are a natural aphrodisiac I guess. The next day after the date we both would call her and give our review, if we both liked each other she would give us permission to call each other one more time and setup another date. After that date we would wait a little bit, do the call to her again and then she would let us go off on our own and date freely.

    Now she was going to base who I should date off a bullshit questionnaire that asked me what type of animal I would want on an island. Call me cynical but that isn’t exactly the type of questions I want my potential date to be answering. I was more concerned with important things like: do you have a hunchback?

    It was all fine and good I guess, it is a match making service after all, I had to keep an open mind. Things sounded mildly interesting until the conversation progressed. Patti said that it was also her job to tell her clients how to date and how to handle themselves on a date. She went through my application and started talking to me about certain points that should be presented in certain ways.

    Religion: On my application I told her I was agnostic, she brought this up and said that girls would not want to date a guy that didn’t list a religion because it shows that they have no faith and probably wouldn’t settle down. How these two things are related I have no idea. She asked me what religion I was when I was growing up and I told her Catholic. Then she changed my form to say “non practicing Catholic.” I was told that it would make me more attractive to potential dates. In under three minutes apparently my entire belief system had been changed.

    Catholic

    Grad School: She grilled me about what I was doing in grad school and what I wanted to do when I got out. I told her that I wanted to consult and that I could work from anywhere in the country. Immediately she flipped out and said that I can’t tell a girl that I might leave the area when I am done with school. I replied to her saying that I could end up with a new media job in Hollywood or NYC that would be paying disgusting money. Considering most of the girls she was going to set me up with were teachers or nurses I didn’t see the problem. She said that most girls would have established careers and wouldn’t want to uproot it for a guy, I disagreed with her based on simple logic. I think a 175K year discrepancy between their pay and mine would kind of be a selling point along with a move out of Buffalo. Apparently not according to her, I don’t know if I would want to date a girl that didn’t understand math. I was told never to talk to girls about leaving the area.

    Family: I told her that kids weren’t really on my radar right now that I had so much going on professionally that my goals were set on that. She told me that a lot of the girls I would be going on dates with weren’t there to date and were looking to settle down, so I could be expecting the call for a family within three years. She told me not to mention my hesitancy to start a family within the next three years because it would be seen as a sign of non-commitment.

    At this point I had to present myself with a different value system, lie about my future plans, and give people total false expectations in order to sell myself on these dates. Personally my problem isn’t what to say on a date it is finding the correct girl I should be on the date with, I don’t know if I would want to date someone that had expectations that were false on a dating profile that was essentially no longer me. Of course the best part of all this is that I would have to pay $1000 to establish myself as a total fraud and be set up with girls that had the wrong information about me. Paying a grand to lie and to be lied to really sounded like a sound investment….

    Tomorrow Part 2: Politics, more conversations about religion, and did I sign up?

    Do I sign up or do I not?

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