This is exactly what flirtysomething.com does not stand for. Yes, we want to succeed as a business. Yes we want to turn a profit. Otherwise we cease to exist. But unlike Herb Vest, who undoubtedly has millions stashed away for himself even if the class action suit against his company drives him out of business — we would never stoop to bribery, thievery and every other reptilian behavior to “succeed.”

Check it out if you’re interested in business in general, an especially the online dating industry.

Review of True.com’s Founder Herb Vest’s Book

Anyone seriously interested in online dating, and that would be me (of course), and You — should find the following article very interesting —

Chemistry.com’s Wonk, Helen Fisher

Suppose this was yet another attempt by Match.com’s PR department to depict the company as hip and oh so web 2.0. Judge for yourself…would you entrust your romantic life and happiness to the staff cavorting in this YouTube video? Inside Match.com

I don’t know about you, but I hate watching people eat worms!

How Love Works

Is monogamy natural? An interesting question. An interesting article on the question. But the question remains. And the answer, of course, to some extent depends on who you ask! Please post your thoughts.

Is Monogamy Natural?

Love is chemistry. But only we ourselves can determine the effect of blending with another. That’s why scientific testing on sites like eHarmony, Chemistry.com & the multitude of others, is on the order of using astrology. Interesting… because we love anything that’s about ourselves. But not definitive. Only way to test the chemistry is in a beaker…

Might As Well Face It

Addicted To Love
( Robert Palmer )

Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat
There’s no doubt, you’re in deep
Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can’t read
You’re runnin’ at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you’ll be mine, a one track mind
You can’t be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there’s some left for you
You don’t mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love

Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love

[break]

Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your will is not your own
You’re heart sweats, your teeth grind
Another kiss and you’ll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love

Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love

Another instance of, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Ran across this recent ivillage article on the plights and perils of online dating, What has changed, according to the perspicacious writer of the article, is that online dating is now mainstream. Imagine that! Online daters no longer need to blanch with embarrassment when they’re outed. Everyone’s doing it. Presumably, even some people who should not be.

And the rest of the article is devoted to how to optimize your online dating experience, mainly how to sniff out the rats.

What the writer of the article fails to realize (and the rest of the known world for that matter) is that flirtysomething.com offers a systematic alternative to the typical online dating site. It’s a place, by definition, hostile to cybersneaks, cheaters, and liars.

flirtysomething’s community approach makes it nigh unto impossible for a cybersneak to go un-outed for long. Check it out. Go to flirtysomething. Find “Gloria” using the advanced search feature. Scroll through her profile for a demo of how apres date reviews and friends’ write-ups add the important 3rd dimension to the typically first-person dating profile.

Then, sign up today. Free until we have a thriving community of cyber mensches, all looking to connect with a soul mate, or at least to enjoy the journey ISO.

Amanda cut my hair the other day at
Carefree Haircutting on 2nd Street in Belmont Shore. You can hardly tell. That’s why I go to her. And I like her personality. I’m not a salon girl. My salon history has been one of serial monogamy. I tend to stick with a person and place for a stretch, then never having made the ultimate commitment to that person and place, and disliking the whole premise of our relationship — sitting in a chair & looking at yourself in an unforgiving mirror — I eventually leave my hairdresser, and move on to the next.

But I like Amanda. She knows her way around my head, and she has me in and out in 15 minutes.

She’s a curly-haired redhead in her mid-twenties from a family of farmers and truck drivers in Buffalo, New York. She just got her first solo apartment in Long Beach, and she’s really enjoying the privacy and autonomy that affords her. She said she’s not going out so compulsively. In fact, she loves to stay home now and cook dinner and luxuriate in her singlehood. Her favorite meal is sloppy joes. Kind of a throwback to Buffalo. She makes them regularly. She met a really nice guy recently, a Spaniard. They’ve gone out a couple of times, but she’s taking it slow. For the first time, she’s able to communicate her feelings with a guy, she told me. Apparently, this guy from Spain has tapped into something in her that eluded the farmers and truck drivers she grew up with. He showed up at the salon while Amanda was cutting my hair. Surprised her with a large Jamba Juice. Very nice gesture. Maybe he’ll teach her a thing or two about nutrition! In any case, it was sweet to observe. Young courtship and romance. Anything is possible…Looking forward to next haircut and a progress report on this budding relationship.

Can’t wait ’til July. My daughter and her fiance will be wedded and enjoying a long honeymoon. My son will be turning thirty. His long-time love will be on a fellowship in China. And I’ll be back blogging and generating flirtysomething energy full steam.

Until then, be cool. Be real. Be nice.

I swear that I date primarily in the hope of meeting a soulmate. I’m not just researching for flirtysomething…swear. That’s what makes flirtysomething different from all other sites. It was created from the inside out. By an inveterate online dater. Me. Combined with it doesn’t suck!

Therefore, because all of the above is true…I have a couple of recent date stories to share. Same guy. Met him on Match. We’d actually communicated a year ago. Then I spotted him on Match again recently and sent him a note. The rest you may read below. Will keep the stories brief. And you can draw your own conclusions.

Moreover, please send a few of your own dating vignettes my way. And your comments, too.

1. First time in long time, little tingly feeling accompanied light lip kiss goodnight. That was our first date. We met at the beach in Huntington. Had a couple of drinks. Nice guy. Cute New York accent. Good talker. Marches to his own tune. Self-sufficient. 65 or thereabouts. Not bad to look at. When the check came, I offered to contribute, and he accepted. Then we walked to the parking lot. I drove him to a further parking lot. Before alighting, he leaned over and I leaned over, our lips bumped, then they kissed briefly. The kiss opened up possibilities. So we booked a second date.

2. He came over. We took a walk and ducked into a neighborhood Thai restaurant. Enjoyed a light repast. I didn’t bring my wallet and am feeling slightly outside of the whole situation rather than into it. Returned to my place. We sat on the rug in my office and played a little Scrabble. He and I were both tired. I learned a little about his responsibilities and life and I suppose he learned about mine. The possibilities seemed to narrow with discovery. Our kiss goodnight this time, on the sidewalk outside my apartment, was awkward and produced no sparks. In the aftermath, we have not booked a third date.

The moral: When you’re of a certain age and no longer biologically compelled to blend, chemistry becomes so much more elusive and essential.