Mystery Date Prep Time

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Match Girl had a delightful moment this morning. As part of the Mystery Date, I hold off on giving anyone details about where or whom they’re meeting until the day of. In the morning, I check in for outfit details, give them to each dater, then later in the day tell them where exactly to meet. When they find each other and alert me, they are emailed the plan for their Mystery Date.

There is nothing I won’t do for my clients, and an outfit assessment ahead of time can be helpful. This particularly witty New York chap was confused when Match Girl emailed him her standard “What are you wearing?” email. My, my!, he thought. What a question! Then it all became clear, and he wrote the following delicious email.

I thought I would share it with you as inspiration on how to approach Mystery Dates, how to have humor about the whole process, and how to define your personal style, all in one. Enjoy this wonderful note!

From: New York Dater (MALE) 7.31.12.

To: Match Girl

Subject: Tonight!

I see now why you asked me about clothing. I am so fuckin dumb.

I’ll wear jeans and a black polo. I have a brown/red beard, glasses and brown hair.

Basically I look like this…..

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….except the real-life version of that:
less stylish
less pretentious
less Williamsburgy
less cinema studies major
less standing-on-the-corner-trying-to-look-hip
less beardy
less, ahem….slender

Should She Who Dealt The First Blow Be First To Drop The Sword?

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So you may have started the fight—but does that automatically mean the responsibility is yours to end it?

You may have dealt the first blow, but was it the hardest? What are the rules, if any,of the dance of conflict in the love relationship?

For example, I indeed may have perchance been the one to raise my weapon and start making little pokes on a most inopportune day at a most inappropriate time. (the wedding anniversary, ehhem.)

But once the provocation has started a jest, and he’s in the fight… I don’t have to be the first one to drop the proverbial sword, do I?

Some of my clients who have come out of long marriages recently are in the position of finally surrendering after years and years of trying to get around a tangled web woven through the missteps of a steeply declining holiness of the matrimonial state. They sound tired, but relieved that they have finally put down that sword.

In the game of He Said/ She Said, should male chivalry always prevail? I suppose I have to admit that my attitudes are in some ways medieval–in the sense that, regardless of the fact that I was a naughty princess, I still expect my prince to be gallant enough to take the fall for me.

So I am signing us both up for Aikedo. I figure this will beat the worn-out European prissiness out of me, and I’ll get the gumption and the training to end a fight I started. Seems to me a rather elegant turn of events… and indeed a fine anniversary present.

“Here, honey, I will work on my ability to finish fights I start, sparing us a few days of exhaustion every few months, and aggregative, we’ll have about seven more years of fight-free time as we live out our lives together…”

K.T PHONEs HOLMES – so should you!!!

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tawk that tawk, girl!

The Extra Terrestrial interference by The Church of Scientology has been credited as the catalyst in the divorce-du-jour of Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise. What’s seldom celebrated in the highly publicized marriage termination is the fact that  Katie actually got herself together and made THAT call – THE call that so many of us are hesitant to make even without the whole world watching.

The Tawkify team are constantly working with our clients in the pursuit of new love connections and whilst doing this we inevitably uncover the reasons why previous matches went sour. Most of those relationship breakdowns become far from amicable because people simply aren’t willing face the fact that their relationship is over and neither party was willing to make that call. Consequently the relationship becomes the cart that leads the horse down the lonely road of bad phone coverage…. making that call ever harder.

One such case that stands out as being in dire need of a ‘call to service’ involved a wonderful gentleman who was only a breath away from being a Tawkify superstar. He was desperate to meet an amazing women but was faced with the daily challenge of a woman he divorced 11 years prior.  He was literally confronted by his ex-wife every morning because  ‘on account of the children’s wellbeing’   they’d remained living together for the past 11 years! Not surprisingly EVERY woman he’d met since the divorce had lost interest in him once they realized his ’no take home’ rule wasn’t a chivalrous ‘fling avoidance’ but rather due to the fact that his ex-wife had not yet been flung. Did i mention his children were in their 30’s?

Do not become a victim of your own disconnect – or inability to. Katie Holmes turned to Suri and made that call. So readers… pick up your Suri, Siri, iPhone 3, Android or whatever mobile device you like and MAKE THAT CALL.  Once you’re finished with your old love provider call the Tawkify team and we’ll make the connection you’ve been longing for.

A Midsummer Night (Or Day) Rendez-vous

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Back in the good ole’ days of the mid-19th century, there were these folks who madeit their business to arrange late-night rendezvous at the Coliseum. On a hot summer’s night, the outskirts of this temple to virility would be virtually littered with steamy encounters.

Now, while we at Tawkify don’t exactly approve of launching into a lip-lock with a near-stranger in the first available shadowy spot (right, Auntie EEEE?), we DO promote (AND arrange!) the half-innocent, half-sexy “Mystery Date” and it’s less provocative, but still all the equally enjoyable cousin, the ”Walkify.” These are our odes to the timeless Rendezvous.

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When Woman’s Phone Rings

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“How complex and intricate are the working of the nervous system. The electric shrill of the phone sends a tingle of expectancy along the uterine walls; the sound of his voice, rough, brash and intimate across the wire tightens the intestinal tract.” – The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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