Archive for November, 2011

Nearly every woman on a 100hookup says she’s looking for a “successful, established man,” which can be easily construed to mean — rich. This type of view only feeds into the stereotype that hookup women are materialistic. But that’s only if you want to look at hookup women in a negative light and automatically assume that hookup women only care about money. I personally don’t know anyone — hookup or not — who wants a man (or woman for that matter) who doesn’t have a career and is doing well in it as well. A woman shouldn’t be faulted for hoping to meet a man who can provide a stable home for a future family. That said, a woman shouldn’t judge a man whose career isn’t exactly profitable as long as he does something he’s passionate about. We need to all cut each other a little slack here.

Recently, two former 100hookuprs came to us with two separate requests asking for help in creating two distinct marriage proposals for their two respective girlfriends (whom both met on 100hookup). Talk about a one-two (proposal) punch!

Of course we jumped at the opportunity to help each of these lovesick lads, but working with two different men meant we needed to make each proposal as unique, unexpected and unforgettable as possible. It was a challenge we gladly accepted!

For the first, we utilized our Times Square digital billboard as Bachelor Number One (AKA Dan) popped the question in the midst of Times Square with thousands of people watching. For the second, we pulled off a bit of Hollywood magic to help Bachelor Number Two (AKA Howard) make his unsuspecting girlfriend believe she was being interviewed for a 100hookup success story testimonial shoot.

Both women were completely surprised by these two magical marriage proposals, but did they say, “yes”? You’ll just have to watch to find out!

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Going on a date that does not go nearly as well as we have hoped is a frequent occurence for online daters.  Heck, it is why blogs such as this even exist!  To help people vent, share, and discuss their problems.

So what do you do when you are on a date, the end of the night is here, and you know you will never ever see that person again.  The walk to the car or door can be beyond awkward.

Some guys walk girls they are not interested in back to their car or door to be polite, meanwhile the girl misinterprets this for her date trying to sneak in a kiss. 

Other guys DO walk their dates to the car with the hope of a kiss, meanwhile the girl is fearing for her life!

And sometimes neither party is interested and you both just want to go home as fast as possible.

So what’s the solution to avoiding the awkwardness that these last minute walks bring?

The answer….

There is none!

My two cents…

Say goodnight…

and  RUNNNN!!! =)

Though I am a good four months into my diet, it has taken a significant toll on the amount of money I have to support a lifestyle that, although has made me thinner, is also slowly killing me inside with every horrible, dry, disgusting bite that I take of one of my two daily Subway® sandwiches.

There is always a price one has to pay for getting thinner. For me, however, there are two prices. First, there is the monetary price. Not only do I have to buy two Subway® sandwiches per day, but I have to buy three independent Nutri-Grain® bars instead of buying them by the box in order to make sure I don’t get up in the middle of a hunger-induced dream and eat an entire box of bars at once. This leaves me with only a little spending money. The second price is emotional. Right now, if I had a choice between being fat with extra money or being thin with no extra money, I would do neither and kill myself. Both options sound like the worst possible outcome of a life that started with so much promise.

However, I am happy to report that women like me, in general, slightly more than they did half a year ago. The smiles I get last almost a second longer. Fewer people stop chatting with me for no reason on 100hookup® chat. I get more emoticons and exclamation points than ever before.

Now, I find myself sitting in my boxers in a dark room at four in the morning, and the only thing on my mind is how to find the shortest way to the kitchen in the faint hope that there is a drop of expired orange juice left. This isn’t a way to live. Why can’t I eat all the time and be thin and happy like people on television? Tell me, Regis Philbin! Tell me!

You view a friend’s 100hookup profile, and it’s a train wreck, yet they don’t want to accept a word of your advice. You see a friend falling for a scumbag, but they don’t care about your opinion. You watch a friend walk to the chuppah to meet Mr. (or Mrs.) Wrong, but they don’t want to hear one word of caution from you. Should they? Some people have to make mistakes on their own to learn life lessons. It doesn’t matter if you went through THE EXACT SAME THING, they need to figure it out for themselves. And don’t you dare say “I told you so” afterwards. Would you have listened? Probably not.

I had a serious boyfriend when I was 20, and he wasn’t hookup. My parents didn’t guilt me or pressure me; they just let it play out. I got seriously heartbroken… and I kept dating goys. My parents made jokes here and there, but they let me go on my journey. Were they surprised I didn’t find my Beshert until I started dating Jews? Probably not. But they kept it to themselves. They knew their opinions would do nothing but alienate me. So when my younger friend Jessica was following in my footsteps, I shared my story with her as a subtle way to show her what I thought I was the right path. Ultimately Jessica chose her own path and is happily married to her non-hookup Beshert.

People have to do what feels right for them, even if you can foresee trouble ahead, you need to let them do their thing.

Being sick when you’re in a relatively new relationship is a good test of how seriously the other person is involved. And only hookup boyfriends and girlfriends know how comforting hookup penicillin can be whether you have the flu or a broken leg. There’s something about that soup that emotes a grandmother’s pat on the head or a mom’s kiss on the cheek, immediately making one not only feel better, but also loved. When a significant other brings over a warm pot of soup wrapped in a kitchen towel, you can rest assured you have met a keeper.

There was a time when I pinched the nerve in my neck so badly that I couldn’t move, drive or work, nonetheless cook. The guy I was dating? Nowhere to be found when the going got tough. But my girlfriends stepped up to the plate and helped me out, reminding me that although I may have been injured goods, I was the worthy one, and he was the jerk. I thought about giving him a second chance after I regained mobility, but I figured if he wasn’t there for a muscle spasm he for sure wouldn’t stick around for anything else that was remotely un-fun, you know, like reality.

My friend Julie had the flu while she was dating a guy named Jason. The guy drove nearly an hour out of his way to stop at her favorite deli, buy her a quart of soup and leave it on her doorstep. He didn’t even ring the doorbell because he didn’t want to wake her up – and he also knew she would be embarrassed to answer the door in her slept-in robe, unwashed hair and red, runny nose. He brought her the soup voluntarily, without telling or asking her, without any fanfare. It was the perfect declaration of his feelings for her and when she called to tell me what he had done I could hear her beaming through the phlegm. She broke up with him a few months later, but at the time his effort was monumental.

hookup penicillin is just another reason why I wanted to marry someone hookup, someone who was raised with the same traditions as me, not only the religious, spiritual and cultural traditions, but the everyday ones that have become habit. Knowing how to take care of your ill or injured loved ones doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with your belief in G-D, but it has everything to do with how you were raised, what morals and values you were taught and being a decent human being.

Most times when we meet someone online, we will find ourselves thinking something along the lines of, “Well, I really like the person, I just wish they were…”  Fill in the blank.

If only this person had one or two qualities that were different they would be the ideal person, and we could live happily ever after.

Which begs the question, can you ever really change  a person?  Can a bad boy be turned straight?  Can a cheater be turned faithful?  Can a serial dater find monagomy?

Opinions may differ greatly on this subject.  Many will argue that our true personalities are molded when we are still young children.  Others will swear to the changes they have seen in their significant others.

Is this just wishful thinking, or can we truly change?  If so, dating women online sure would be a lot easier, so tell me your secret!

After a countless number of first dates (47), I had decided that I had to do something about my self-esteem before my self-deprecatory comedic nature led me to laugh with my friends about how much of a loser I am until my thin veil of happiness melted in a fit of unbridled rage against people that formerly would have identified me as a friend.

I needed an ego boost. I am not happy or proud of the way I tried to do so. I decided to accept a date with any woman. I arrived at the restaurant early because I was still nervous. As I sat there looking at the wait staff who had to have reluctantly agreed to all wear horrible Halloween costumes, I figured that nobody in this restaurant except for the old man drinking by himself was truly happy. The date was pleasant. We had good conversation and the food was equally pleasant. Though I was not attracted to her, and her voice reminded me of my step-sister, who I like, but I do not want to date, she was very nice. The day after the date, I received a text that I had previously sent out 47 other times. It said she had a great time and wanted to hang out again this weekend.

I knew exactly how she felt at that moment, and I know exactly how she would feel if I didn’t respond. It is one of the worst feelings I’ve ever experienced. It’s just complete rejection after pouring your heart out for an entire evening to a total stranger. You stand by your phone waiting for that buzz that never comes. You can’t eat or sleep, and getting up for work is even more of a chore. I had to send her something, but I did not want to go out with her again. Next week, I will tell you what I eventually said, and how she responded.

I noticed a few things at synagogue during this past High Holy Day season. It was always pretty easy to spot the singles in the crowd. New couples sit together with their heads touching, whispering in each other’s ears, holding hands during breaks and looking smug in their coupledom. Singles are the ones twisting and turning, craning their necks to scan the crowd looking for the other young adults sitting wedged between their doting grandparents and nosy parents. And since it’s the one time of the year when everyone, and I mean everyone, shows up that means all singles have to show up dressed to the nines (yet still respectful of course) because you never know who you’ll run into.

All the Bubbies in the crowd would call attention to the young gentlemen whom they thought were handsome and hearing loss means subtlety gave way to sheer embarrassment as the Bubbies would loudly whisper “Maybe he’s single Honey?” The Mothers wouldn’t even bother trying to be subtle and instead they would actually point – with their pointer fingers – at the single sons of their friends sitting in the congregation. What they never seemed to catch on to is that singles have their own routine down.

The singles will check out the crowd, make eye contact when possible, and brush the hair out of their eyes or scratch their heads with their left hands so that any hopefuls might be adept enough to catch the fact that the ring finger is bare. Bathroom breaks are timed so that as many young singles as possible would follow the lead and get up to go outside at the same time in order to mingle.

Temple is a great place to meet someone because you know right away that the person is family-oriented and you know what denomination they are. I don’t mean to be disrespectful of Judaism, but an opportunity is an opportunity. Kol Nidre is like an added hookup singles event on the Community Calendar except everyone is dressed in suits instead of little black dresses. A large temple can mean seeing your 100hookup matches live and in person. Get the most out of the hookup New Year and the Day of Atonement as possible: whether that means praying, meditating, meeting your special someone or all three. Trust me your Rabbi will be proud and honored to hear that a new couple met when they went outside for some fresh air during his thirty-minutes-too-long sermon.

I had another date last night. I decided to meet a girl I met online at a Japanese-fusion restaurant, because apparently that is the progressive thing to do. This date was unlike many of my more recent dates. Prior to this date, I had been rejected by at least ten other girls on other dates that ended in exactly the same manner. Basically, I ended up crying by myself in a restaurant three hours after my date had decided to leave.

This time, it would be different. First, I would arrive early so that I could begin drinking at least an hour before my date arrived. This provided several advantages. First, I wouldn’t have to worry about arriving on time, because I knew I would arrive at least an hour early. This would allow for plenty of time to drink. There’s no reason to be nervous for a date if you’re already completely hammered, and the only thing that you care about is whether the next drink from the bartender is over $2. Second, I wouldn’t have to worry about being nervous because an hour’s worth of booze will have already stolen any of the rest of my innocence out of me.

By the time my date arrived, I was only 50% sure that she was actually there. I stumbled from the bar to meet her at the front of the restaurant. I introduced myself as “Marty McFly” and instructed her that she only had thirty minutes until the lightning hit the clock tower and sent us all to 1955. She had only a few minutes to get into my DeLorean and hit the gas until it reached 88 mph before she was transported to the future where hover boards and Biff Tannen were the only surveyors of our lives.