Dating on and offline in our modern age can seem hopeless with OKCupid, Tinder, Grindr, et al. I once tried a dating site that required a MENSA IQ test. Seriously. Whether you’re looking for love, lust, or sussing daddy issues, beware some telltale signs to click (or walk) away.
Take them at face value. A workmate once went on a date with a woman who claimed she was a Nazi model. After they met he knew she sadly wasn’t the hilariously irreverent girl he’d hoped for, evidenced by her bountiful swastika tattoos. Sarcasm be damned. If they fire warning shots, duck.
Or don’t take them at “face” value. A guy I thought was some clean shaven artist-type, based on his misleading photos came to my door with what can only be deemed Duck Dynasty hair. And an orange hunting vest. Rip Van Winkle, eat your heart out— that’s a beard. Needless to say, he didn’t come in, or pass go, and turned out to be hiding more than his chin. Enter with an open mind, but slam doors when you need to. And always meet them in a neutral place. I should probably follow my own advice.
Don’t get psyched out by super-commitment-phobes. It’s obvious to say move on when people don’t call or meet you— but most of us experience this. Five weeks after asking me out, I was stood up twice with no actual date in sight. I have a two-chance rule: You don’t waste my time and I don’t waste yours. If he/she can’t set a date to see you, make plans with someone who respects your time. Someone else’ll call. Just think, you could’ve been bonding with someone nice over your shared obsessions with Charles Bronson, or starting a New Order ukulele cover band. Or shaping (*cough* shaving) your excessive facial hair.
Dating on and offline in our modern age can seem hopeless with OKCupid, Tinder, Grindr, et al. I once tried a dating site that required a MENSA IQ test. Seriously. Whether you’re looking for love, lust, or sussing daddy issues, beware some telltale signs to click (or walk) away.
Take them at face value. A workmate once went on a date with a woman who claimed she was a Nazi model. After they met he knew she sadly wasn’t the hilariously irreverent girl he’d hoped for, evidenced by her bountiful swastika tattoos. Sarcasm be damned. If they fire warning shots, duck.
Or don’t take them at “face” value. A guy I thought was some clean shaven artist-type, based on his misleading photos came to my door with what can only be deemed Duck Dynasty hair. And an orange hunting vest. Rip Van Winkle, eat your heart out— that’s a beard. Needless to say, he didn’t come in, or pass go, and turned out to be hiding more than his chin. Enter with an open mind, but slam doors when you need to. And always meet them in a neutral place. I should probably follow my own advice.
Don’t get psyched out by super-commitment-phobes. It’s obvious to say move on when people don’t call or meet you— but most of us experience this. Five weeks after asking me out, I was stood up twice with no actual date in sight. I have a two-chance rule: You don’t waste my time and I don’t waste yours. If he/she can’t set a date to see you, make plans with someone who respects your time. Someone else’ll call. Just think, you could’ve been bonding with someone nice over your shared obsessions with Charles Bronson, or starting a New Order ukulele cover band. Or shaping (*cough* shaving) your excessive facial hair.
