Jumat, 31 Juli 2009

Dating after divorce

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By Shari Low

31 July 2009

So it's done. You're officially divorced. The CD collection has been reduced to half a dozen discs that you haven't listened to in years, you've fought over custody of the vase that great aunt Mary gave you as a wedding present and you've paid your lawyers enough money to ensure they have a brilliant summer holiday.

Now it's time to get out there and kiss a few frogs... or at least an attractive stranger that a friend of a friend thinks you'd be perfect for.

It can be hard to get started so here's a quick summary of some of the essential preparations for climbing back on that dating saddle.

1. What to wear

Get a good friend to help with your outfit. Yes, you are your own woman, and yes, you know what suits you, but having a pal who is on hand to make you laugh on hand during the run-up to the big night will get rid of some of the nervous tension that's pumping through your body.

2. Where to go

Without coming over as a raging control freak, gently suggest a venue in which you feel comfortable - not, however, one that has any romantic associations with your ex. For the purposes of this exercise, reminicing is a no-no.

3. Help on hand

If possible, arrange for your friend to spend the night at your house so that you have someone there for an after-date post mortem. There are very few things that can't be celebrated/commiserated/consoled with a mate and a few glasses of wine.

4. Preparation

Decide whether or not to rid your body of all hair and proceed accordingly. Is there any chance you may want to have sex with this person? If so, indulge in leg and bikini depilatory procedures.

Definitely, absolutely no possibility of naked activity? Then give the waxing pot a miss. If your strict morals become loosened by a couple of glasses of wine and you find yourself feeling frisky, your unattended areas should make you hold back!

5. Be realistic

Don't have any wild fantasies or expectations other than that he definitely won't look like Daniel Craig.

http://www.goodtoknow.co.uk/relationships/310431/Dating-after-divorce


Sorry ladies, there really is a science to pulling

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From The Jewish Chronicle
Paul Lester
July 30, 2009


Five guys walk into a bar — an Englishman, an Irishman, an Asian, a West Indian and a Jew. No, it’s not the first line of a joke, it’s what happened the other week when I, plus several other blokes of varying races and creeds, went to a nightclub to try and meet women after learning how to score on a course run by an organisation called Love Systems.


As Samir, one of the students on the three-day “boot camp” held in London, put it: “If you feel ill, you call a doctor, so why not have someone you can go to when you’re having trouble getting a girlfriend?”


And so, for the cost of around $3,000, you can pay to have treatment for your pulling. Love Systems approach the business of seduction with almost surgical precision. And it is a business: one of the two foremost academies in the world designed to teach pick-up skills at a theoretical level (daytime seminars in hotels) and “in the field” (night-time sessions in bars and clubs). Love Systems is a company, based in Los Angeles, with “dating coaches” around the globe and also an online facility offering auxiliary instruction in everything from “routines” — killer conversation starters on dates — to “relationship management”.


If this all makes Love Systems sound like dating droids in designer shirts unbuttoned to the waist to reveal chest hair and bling, don’t worry: they’re just like you and me — normal-looking guys putting their knowledge and business acumen into practice.
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Many of them are Jewish, such as Neil Strauss, who wrote the bible of pick-up, The Game, in 2005. So, too, are the principals behind Love Systems: founder Nick Benedict, who goes by the name of Savoy, and dating guru Jesse Krieger, aka Starlight (everyone in the pick-up community uses an alias). And all of them were previously unsuccessful with women.
“At high school I didn’t feel cool and women weren’t attracted to me,” says Krieger. “I was studious and good with numbers, but not with girls. I wanted to become more socially adept.”


The turning point came when he chanced upon a copy of The Game. Two years and thousands of in-field forays later, he has transformed himself from schlemiel to lothario — he’s just visited one former conquest in Slovenia, and another in Shanghai.


“Since I discovered The Game I’ve hooked up with more than double the girls I met in my entire life before that,” says Krieger, 27. Good-looking girls, he explains, “get hit on by 10 or 15 guys a night”. His job is to teach us how to be more engaging. So can he now pull on any given night, anywhere on the planet?“I don’t believe anyone who says they can do that, but yes, many more times than not. I’d say 80 per cent of the time I’ll leave [a club] with phone numbers or make out with someone. And we can demonstrate that at boot camp.”


Indeed they can. At a hotel in the city, we sit entranced as Krieger and associates reveal the secrets of The Game. The rules of seduction are scrutinised in forensic detail. We are told the correct posture to adopt when approaching “sets” (a group of girls) and to use the “three-second rule” — any longer and your prey will perceive you as weak. We are given sure-fire “openers” (ice-breakers) such as, “Do you think kissing is cheating?” which women invariably warm to. We are taught the value of “qualification”, which works both ways — they have to justify our interest in them as much as vice versa — and how to “build comfort” via “kino” (subtle touching) so they don’t think we are lecherous creeps. Finally, we study “transitioning” — basically, how to get a girl into a corner of the club for a cosy chat, or even a snog (“kiss closing”).


And so to the appliance of all this science. On the last night of the course, we head down to On Anon, a club in Leicester Square. It’s one thing having the minutiae of courtship at your disposal; it’s another employing it over music louder than Concorde at full speed.


While the instructors head to the bar and the students tentatively mingle, I approach a tall blond girl, standing by the dancefloor, with a classic opener.


“Do women lie more than men?” I yell, ever so suavely, in her ear, but she either doesn’t hear or understand, and she turns back to her friend. Before panic sets in, I retreat outside to a cordoned-off area for nicotine fiends — thank God for smoking, and the smoking ban. And for London traffic — even though it’s 11pm, Shaftesbury Avenue is at a standstill, and there are huddles of men and women actually speaking.


Feeling relaxed, I lean against the wall and, without turning to face the pretty brunette to my left (standard pick-up artist practice, folks), I offer an “opinion opener”.


“Would you break up with someone over a text message?” She smiles — I’m in. I proceed from stage to stage – “attraction”, “qualification”, “comfort” — with the elan of a master. She even instigates the kino phase by stroking my shiny pate.


Meanwhile, I am the very picture of cool — literally. There’s a man on the other side of the road, one of those street artists you see in central London at night, painting me, although it is possible at this point that I am hallucinating with delight.


I want to leave on a high, so I issue a “false time constraint”, tell the girl that I have to be back in the club in five minutes to meet my friends, and decide to “number close”: I give her my mobile phone, and she punches in some digits.


I haven’t called her yet but I’ve got to hand it to those Love Systems guys, because if a neurotic, self-sabotaging Woody Allen/Larry David type like yours truly can sustain a conversation with a complete stranger — a female one, noch — without lapsing into stammering nebbish mode, then anyone can.


“Some guys may feel a little bit of shame that they had to learn how to succeed with women,” says Savoy. “But I don’t think it’s strange. People get professional advice on all sorts of stuff that isn’t anywhere near as important as their romantic relationships. If Iget advice on how to do my taxes or fix my car, why wouldn’t I get lessons on how to bring exciting women into my life?”
Rules of the gameSome datings do’s and don’ts


- Don’t project desperation – women can smell “needy” a mile off


- Don’t supplicate – that means no making offers of drinks or lifts home to women (think of the all the money you’ll save)


- Don’t burst into tears when she asks about your ex and take it as an opportunity to bore her about your divorce


- Do bathe before leaving the house – you can only take dishevelled chic so far


- Do act cool — declaring undying love in the first five minutes is a no-no, even if she does resemble Scarlett Johansson’s more attractive younger sister


- Do convey an “abundance mentality”, even if the only other ladies in your life are your mum and the old lady who folds your washing at the launderette


Selasa, 14 Juli 2009

Helen Fisher:The brain in love

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Helen Fisher, PhD Biological Anthropologist, is a Research Professor and member of the Center for Human Evolution Studies in the Department of Anthropology, Rutgers University and Chief Scientific Advisor to the Internet dating site, Chemistry.com, a division of Match.com. She has conducted extensive research and written five books on the evolution and future of human sex, love, marriage, gender differences in the brain and how your personality type shapes who you are and who you love.




http://www.helenfisher.com

Minggu, 12 Juli 2009

On Young Love, Marriage, Purpose and Parents

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By Asher Keren

12 July 2009




We all seek to make our mark in this world, to change for the better a humanity often fierce and cold. We all need to know that our lives have purpose, that our fleeting time spent on earth has meaning. In short, when young at least, we all believe in revolution!


Marriage should be our first revolution. That is, young marriage and young love. It can be a statement to the world that we affirm life, that we desire the passion it takes to move ahead and press our will onto otherwise seemingly distant and impenetrable cultures and societies. This is why religious cultures scorn pre-nuptial sex.


If natural sexual expression is obtained without the responsibility of marriage, there is in truth no real motivation to revolt, no true goal to be attained other than procreation or societal approval, the programmed maintenance of a well oiled apparatus, the opposite of revolution.


Young religious people crave intimacy just as the secular, perhaps even more. But before they obtain it, they must make a statement. "Our intimacy is our calling card into the player's arena. We are old enough, strong enough, healthy enough and stubborn enough to take our stab at love and therefore, at revolution! You cannot stop us anymore; we will have passion because revolution is passionate!


We demand life; we want freedom to explore and to know one another. If we cannot know intimately even one, we cannot help the world to change, to become a better place. If we cannot give and receive love in its most primal form, we cannot fight evil at its basest either – and we are willing to take responsibility for this sacred knowledge and trust.



Marriage, for those wise enough to abstain beforehand, can be the most powerful claiming of rights and responsibility for the betterment of our world. And so, when a young couple decides to get married, the parents should be proud, overjoyed by the fact that their children have decided to continue not only the endless chain of life but also the incessant struggle to maintain dignity in the face of an often harsh reality. Parents should be thankful their children are entering into the powerful world of intimacy, that their children are now the holders of the torch, of the flame; for without this they must realize that their own dream is a revolution lost.



Asher Keren is the author of 'A Time For Change'. Find his books at:


http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_ss_b?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=a+time+for+change+asher+keren

Is the Person You Are With Making You Unhappy? Toxopeopleosis - The Emotionally Toxic Individual

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Minggu, 05 Juli 2009

Lessons from a long Cyber Courtship

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Are you a Neanderthal?

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Gina Capri


5th July 2009




There are some key questions to ask your self when dating…..you may conclude you don’t know actually have the answers, but you have to consider them.

What the hell are you looking for?

Well, you have answered that one, considerate, intelligent, wealthy, funny, tall, good looking, generous to a fault, loves children, dogs, cats, fish and octogenarians.

Of course, this man does not actually exist. So, you must go to question 2.

What the hell are you expecting?

Life long commitment, love, respect and to be adored even when your roots need doing, your eyebrows need plucking, your underwear has turned a nasty shade of grey and you have gained at least 20 pounds. They still worship and adore you – WAKE UP he doesn’t exist!

And if I am perfectly honest, the one’s that do worship and adore you, are not the one’s worth having. Because either;

a) They put you on a pedestal within moments of meeting you, i.e. lust at first sight, and then additionally lured in by your ready wit and sparking personality. Which is all good, except the day comes when you fall off this pedestal with an enormous thump, and the shock of him changing towards you overnight is a major confidence killer. This fall from grace makes you question everything about yourself, is it my bum, my not quite pert anymore boobs, the extra lines on my face etc. A definite no no.

or

b) They are complete and utter drips with no personality of their own, so use yours as a method of bigging themselves up.


So, it feels nice at first, you ignore lots of their little annoying traits, because lets face it, who doesn’t want to feel the luurve. However, you cannot push these niggles aside forever, and what happens is, you turn into the bitch from hell – because quite frankly he gets on your tits. The more vile you are, the more hurt and pathetic he becomes, the more annoyed you get and it becomes an ever downward spiral (I’m sure you have seen women like that, and hate them on sight), well you can see how it happens. You do not want to be THAT woman.

So now 1 and 2 are a no no. So what do you want, and really, what can you hope to achieve?

Well, there is another thing to consider, where are you (and him) on the evolutionary scale of singledom. By that I mean, when you are fresh out of a long term relationship you are really at amoeba level, and as time evolves you move into monkey, ape and finally man (there are other stages, but I don’t want to bore you).


You need to be at a relatively similar stage on this scale, or it won’t work. So, not only do you need be attracted, interested and all the other good stuff, you also need to be baggage free, in terms of your (or his) ex.


And yet another consideration is children. Does he have any? How old are they? Does he spend inordinate amounts of time with them?

And the biggie, are they vile little brats?

Now you know why it is so hard to meet Mr Right or for that matter Ms Right.

Sabtu, 04 Juli 2009

I like my womb where it is, thank you very much!

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Gina Capri


4th July 2009



So, down to the nitty gritty, the dates, good, bad and ooh so ugly….

The very first date kind of spoilt it for the rest, because it was organised by a well meaning individual. So, I was picked up in a Mercedes sports by a very handsome man, taken to Covent Garden to a very trendy and expensive restaurant, (not that I knew it until I got the OMG he took you there? AMAZING). He held my eyes across the table, ordered for me, showered me in compliments then whisked me home, asking to see me again. Perfect. Of course, I later found out he was a ‘player’ was seeing numerous women, but at the time I was not very streetwise, and began to imagine a life of luxury with a handsome man – what luck.

Anyway it ended, I wont go into the details, but I wasn’t phased, and just thought well, bring on the next wealthy, handsome and charming man.

Except, it was a one off!

A string of dates ensued, a journalist, a camera man, a chauffeur, an IT specialist, a kosher shop owner etc etc.

These were some of the most memorable……

One left a message on my answer phone, I had decided I wasn’t interested, because I didn’t like the north London twang, it put me off (still in choosy phase at this point).
However, at the time my sister was there and she listened and said, ‘go on, give him a chance, call him back, he sounds nice’ (she is married, so a little clueless, and I will never listen to her again) – anyway chatted etc, arranged to meet.

We met in a very expensive bar, and he was sitting outside, didn’t get up when I arrived, to cut a long and not very interesting story short, he asked me if I wanted dinner, I agreed, and when it was time to move to the restaurant – I thought his ass was going to carry the chair alone, it was by far the biggest one I have ever seen on a man. It seemed to have a life of its own, and as I trotted behind him (a good foot, cause couldn’t get any nearer), I scanned the restaurant to ensure that I didn’t know anyone. In fairness he was good company and nice, but I absolutely could never, ever ever.

A weirder experience was the date with the life coach. He wanted to take me to the cinema as a first date, which I found odd, but he convinced me by saying we could have a drink first, then discuss the film after.

So he arrived and drove to one of the worst areas imaginable, luckily he had pre booked the film, so off we went for a drink to a local ‘wine bar’. This was full of wino’s but that was the nearest it got to wine bar status, most of the residents had no teeth and looked at us as if we had landed from another planet – I wasn’t impressed. I was less impressed when we got into the film and discovered it was a children’s film, the cinema was full of kids or people who were on day release from the local mental institution.

Two dates had men who were totally inappropriate, one grabbed my hand and put it on his mushroom, saying ‘look how excited you have made me’ – now I wanted to remark on the fact that he didn’t seem all that excited to me, but as I have said it doesn’t do to insult a man’s button, so I just left instead.

The second one I found my self driving, and we returned home from our date, which had been quite pleasant, his hand (now I would say slipped up my skirt), but rammed was more appropriate, I actually thought he was trying to give me a hysterectomy! He only stopped after I threatened to sling him out of the car, he then had the temerity to ask me on a second date! As I valued my womb, I declined.

Jumat, 03 Juli 2009

Shattered Dreams and the Next Big Date!

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Gina Capri

3 July 2009

So, when we finally split from our beloveds, dreams shattered, but a quiet little hope that the next one is going to be ‘the one’. The man who ‘gets you’, knows when you are feeling sad and hugs you, knows when you need to put your feet up and whisks you off to a health farm, knows when you are pre-menstrual and just backs off and leaves you to steam.

We hope that this man will be intelligent, witty, all our friends will adore him, as well as our mother and children. He will be generous and loving …..right, you get the picture I wont go on.

You also know that this time there will be NO compromise, this time you will wait for Mr.Right.


Of course you join a dating site, and of course you get masses of attention, because you are unfortunately ‘fresh meat’.

So the emails, winks, hotlists, favourites blah blah keep coming, and you realise that you are probably one of the most stunning creatures on earth, and really, what a fool your ex-husband was to just let you slip through his fingers. Not only do you get inundated, you get messages say how beautiful you are, how come you are still single, you cant be that age, what an amazing face you have and what a wonderful person you must be! WOW!

So thus begins the sifting process, and as you are clearly such a fabulous creature you are in pick and choose mode. Too fat, too thin, too short, too ugly, horrible shirt, no picture, cocky, smarmy, toady, bad haircut, rubbish job, too far away, too close. Finally you have narrowed it down to about 5 - a good number.

You reply to the 5 saying ‘hello’ thanks etc. You wait.


You get 3 replies, slightly disappointing, but three is still a good number.
You speak to one on the phone, he has a speech impediment, you don’t do speech impediments, so you politely make your excuses.

The second one is texting you making you smile, very amusing, and although you haven’t spoken to him, you like his picture, his sense of humour and have a good feeling about him, so agree to meet for a drink.


You spend ages getting ready, not too tarty, not trying too hard (its only a pub), not frumpy, you colour in your bags, get the grey hair covered, hoist the boobs into a good bra, high heels, suck you in knickers and after many hours of preparation you are just about hot to trot. Nearly anyway check the lippy about a zillion times, ask the kids if you look alright, phone your friends to tell them what you are wearing, drive round to a friend to see if you look alright, stand in front of the goldfish and ask their opinion (silence is assent) and finally the dog who has the last say, she licks your hand – a good omen indeed, she approves.

So off you go, heart in your mouth, arrive a little early and buy a drink for dutch courage and scan the bar……a man walks in vaguely resembling the picture, except, he is about 10 stone heavier, 10 years older, has clearly lied about his height and is about 2 foot shorter and what had been a full head of hair would now make friar tuck look like an advert for l’oreal.
You look around madly for an exit, you cannot sit with this man, you cannot be seen with him your heart is pounding, it’s the flight or fight instinct kicking in.

He spots you, comes over you smile politely he offers you a drink, you agree because you need him to move away, so you can compose your face from a grimace to a normal smile.
You make small talk and wait for the end of the evening so you can make your escape. Of course he is bowled over by you, wants to see you again, thinks you are charming and far better than your picture. Words escape you, there is nothing to say. The grimace reappears, you agree to chat another time and then sprint as fast as your heels will take you.

You never ever answer his calls or texts again.

So only one left, he doesn’t call ever.

Back to the website, now you are a little less discerning, you must be more pragmatic, positive, less judgemental, they may be a little over weight, but they are in their 50’s for goodness sake – and you know that you have a mummy tummy and are less than perfect yourself under the incredible sucking in knickers.

So you decide to try again, and reply to some of the others, after all, its just a date and a chat, not marriage. Needless to say, similar scenarios ensue, and you end up again with no-one.
This is when a small trickle of desperation begins to kick in, a mild panic that perhaps, you are a little old, not quite as fabulous as you first thought and maybe just meeting a nice man is all you want. That’s it, someone nice and kind. Perfect.

You enter phase 3 of your search.

 

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