Pitfalls of Internet Dating or: How I Didn't Meet Your Mother; Part Three: The Date

Welcome to ShavedGolf StoryTime's first mini-series entitled Pitfalls of Internet Dating or: How I Didn't Meet Your Mother. The three part series is dedicated to the abysmally depressing world of cyber-arranged relationships.

Disclaimer: While I do not consider myself a professional in the sport of eHarmony creeping, I am sexually frustrated enough to blog about it. Keep in mind this mini-series is written by a man - any woman that disagrees with what is written beyond this disclaimer can grow a dick.

Part Three: The Date

Impressive. Most impressive.

Like a spider building a web, you masterfully constructed a cunning profile designed to ensnare all the single ladies (Part One: The Profile).

Like a venus flytrap luring its prey with a sickly sweet scent, you whispered sweet nothings via messages to the defenseless vixen (Part Two: Messaging).

Now, in Part Three, the most delicate of tasks is presented: like a caveman picking a cavewife and dragging her back to his cavehome to make cavelove, you must deceptively convince the saucy wench of your legitimacy face to face, drag her back to your mancave, and make manlove.

The date is not a foreign concept unless you're you. Unfortunately, you are you. Rusty and out of practice. Clueless on what to wear. Baffled by appropriate game time performance and a terrible conversationalist.

Added to the stacked odds is your inability to decide where to put your hands.

If you could just hold your hands down at your side, we'll begin.

Tackling the first obstacle, the rust and recent inexperience on dates, is as easy as stopping in at the neighborhood bodega. Snatch the frostiest forty because you're going to prefunc. Following the chugalug, I recommend some mouthwash...you smell like malt liquor.

There are fine lines between buzzed, tipsy, drunk, and shit-your-pants blackout drunk. If you're anything past buzzed, that suspicious gentlewoman across the table will detect it, be offended that you didn't share, and cut the date short. Don't test her.

Moving on to the inadequacy that is your fashion sense. The attire for the evening will depend on the woman and the venue. When charming a high-maintenance, classy creature at a fancy affair, suit up. When entertaining a gal in her early twenties at a college dive, pop the polo collar. When hanging with a smelly hipster chick at the vegan bar, wear skinny jeans and don't shower for a week.

Game time performance will already be improved with confidence provided by the liquid courage and appropriately chosen threads, but that alone will not do. First dates are interviews. This is a test. An opportunity for the lady to sniff out the lies and pin down the creeps. Don't let her get the chance.

Any interrogation of your interests and hobbies is merely a scan to detect anomalies in your story, so turn the questions on her. With every answer provided, ask another thoughtful query related to the details she gave. This will take plenty of concentration because her details are trivial, she's a terrible story teller, and you're distracted by what appears to be some portion of the appetizer stuck in her teeth.

Rapid fire questions will inevitably lead the girl to gush about herself. Perfect. Now you can zone out for ten to twenty minutes.

Once awake from conversation hibernation, pay the tab, and leave.

Rinse and repeat this formula until you grow a pair and ask her up to the bachelor pad for a Netflix night and cheap bottle of wine. Then make her a woman.

Some thought you'd fail the profile. Many thought you'd flunk the messaging. Most thought you'd flop on the date. But congratulations, because despite all the atrocious qualities and disgusting traits that make you, you, you actually made it through.

Now get out there, message, date, and wrap your tool.

xoxo,
ShavedGolf

Pitfalls of Internet Dating or: How I Didn't Meet Your Mother; Part Two: Messaging

Welcome to ShavedGolf StoryTime's first mini-series entitled Pitfalls of Internet Dating or: How I Didn't Meet Your Mother. The three part series is dedicated to the abysmally depressing world of cyber-arranged relationships.

Disclaimer: While I do not consider myself the authority on the art of electronic courtship, I am horny enough to blog about it. Keep in mind this mini-series is written by a man - any woman that disagrees with what is written beyond this disclaimer can eff a goat.

Part Two: Messaging

Congratulations on surviving the gargantuan task of creating an online dating profile, but quit patting yourself on the back because there are more social landmines ahead.

Statistically speaking, you're outnumbered, outwitted, and outgunned. Demographics of internet dating sites follow the 80/20 rule in multiple categories:

• 80% of the population is male, 20% female
• Of the female population, 80% are lesbians, jury's still out on the remaining 20%
• 80% of the non-lesbo crowd is out of your league, the remaining 20% are possible soul mates

Forget the plenty-of-fish-in-the-sea argument because when all these categories are compounded, you're left with maybe two or three women. Better get to work, you've got some trolling to do.

Finding a target is tricky. Most women choose shitty pictures and write even worse profiles. They can do this because they are women and therefore rare. Economics 101 teaches the principle of supply and demand; this principle can be applied to internet dating: women are in short supply, there is a high demand, and you are fucked.

While searching for The One, you will notice that all women of the website fall in to one of following five classifications:

• Woman with well crafted profile - she's ugly
• Woman making kissy-face in one/all of her profile photos - she's a moron
• Woman wearing fake mustache - she's a smelly hipster
• Woman who opens profile with statement about how she hates to talk about herself - she's a liar
• Woman with humorous profile - she's mythical

Pick the one that irritates you the least. She'll do. Click the message button and let's begin.

Messaging is similar to approaching a woman in a bar; the exception being you are only as foul as your ugliest picture, so she might actually correspond with you. Admittedly untrue because your half-witted and slurred pickup lines aren't doing you any favors at the local cantina either.

Peruse the target's profile, carefully note anything she mentions that is interesting, and cling to this tidbit like a life preserver. This unusual factoid is your in. Exploit it. Ask the prospective lady friend a question about her odd personal detail. Sprinkle in some humor. Tell her nothing about yourself (she doesn't care). Keep it brief.

Once you go pro, you can expect a success rate of roughly 13%. That's right...for every 100 bitches messaged, you'll get 13 responses back. FYL.

Banter back and forth with any wench willing to give you the time of day. Ask questions about anything she says. Omit trivial addendums from life experience - information about you only makes her yawn. The key will be to convince the self-centered female counterpart on the other end of the Cat 5 cable that you aren't a creeper. This task is challenging because you are, in fact, a creeper.

Inevitably she'll get bored with you and quit responding. Raise the white flag after two follow up messages, request for an exit interview, and proposition for casual sex.

Move on to the next victim. Rinse and repeat.

xoxo,
ShavedGolf

Pitfalls of Internet Dating or: How I Didn't Meet Your Mother; Part One: The Profile

Welcome to ShavedGolf StoryTime's first mini-series entitled Pitfalls of Internet Dating or: How I Didn't Meet Your Mother. The three part series is dedicated to the abysmally depressing world of cyber-arranged relationships.

Disclaimer: While I do not consider myself an expert in the art of interweb dating, I am lonely enough to blog about it. Keep in mind this mini-series is written by a man - any woman that disagrees with what is written beyond this disclaimer can STFU.

Part One: The Profile

Your face. The first impression. The first thing people judge. The first challenge in profile construction: which picture of your goofy ass to choose for the world wide web of women to critique?

The Jiminy Cricket of internet dating would tell you to snap a MySpace style pic at the very moment of profile conception so that you are as honest and upfront with every woman that ogles your profile.

The ShavedGolf of internet dating is telling you to squish that annoying internet insect because he's not going to get you laid. Post the most attractive Polaroid you have. The shot from that one summer when you lost 25 lbs will do nicely. Reason: everyone expects you to post your best pic, so if it's not, your shitty photo is assumed to be the best. Therefore you are ugly.

Perfect. Your picture is a devilishly handsome pic of younger you from yesteryear. But now you need content to go with that pretty pinup.

Content can be excruciatingly difficult for a simpleton. When fleshing out the profile with your weak wordsmithing, it's important to keep in mind that you're boring and no woman is really interested in you. Fact: you're on internet dating for a reason.

Omit trivial drabble about your Dungeon and Dragons hobby, that you successfully went for one week without showering, that you successfully went one week without defecating, and that you fuck on the first date. You aren't impressing women in real life with these tedious tidbits.

Sprinkle comedic musings throughout the profile - if you make the woman laugh, she may choose to ignore your looks.

Once finished with profile content and the resulting depression from the realization of your inferior command of the English language, move on to the survey questions. Every site has some gimmicky gauntlet of general Q and A.

The more questions answered, the better the chances of a match. The more questions answered, the better chance you're a loser. A profile displaying 268 answered questions belongs to one with too much time on their hands. If the site runs out of questions to ask, it's a sign.

Best advice for filling out the survey: answer the questions in a manner in which the woman you're trying to attract would answer them. Answering questions truthfully will only attract a woman equally as bizarre as you, and honestly, no one wants you two procreating. Or even practicing to procreate.

Congratulations! You've got the pic. You've got the content. You've got the answers. Now sit back, relax, and watch the bitches roll in.

xoxo,
ShavedGolf