Sunday

Three Ways Women Fail at Dating


On a recent episode of the weekly dating advice show Planet Love Match Radio, author and love stylist Tristan Coopersmith examined three of the most common mistakes single women make in their love lives. Coopersmith explained that the dating traps women fall into are: being unrealistic, sharing too much information too soon, and “fast-forward” dating.

Setting lofty, unrealistic goals has some single women feeling dating frustration. "I think the biggest mistake that women do in dating… and I blame Walt Disney for this, is looking for the fairytale, looking for Prince Charming," Coopersmith says. She adds that having a list of wants and needs is great; however, projecting a future that plays like a movie puts added pressure on a relationship that hasn’t even started yet. “Looking for perfection, it’s just not going to happen. Be realistic,” she states.

Employing her many years of experience, Coopersmith has found a distinctive approach to love. Working as a “love stylist” she is neither a matchmaker nor wing girl; more of a teacher and guide. She focuses on her clients’ own strengths, concentrating on getting them to let go of the baggage and learn positive dating techniques that will allow them to find happiness and love. Her overall approach is helping confused singles see their relationships through clear eyes. She runs a successful blog and has added author to her credentials with her book, “Menu Dating: Taste Test Your Way to the Main Course.”

“Fast-forward” dating can be another mistake for some singles. "For example, a woman will be on a first date with a guy and it’s the second course… and she’s already calculating ’Could he be an awesome dad?’ ’I wonder if he’ll want to go to my cousin’s wedding next year?’ While all that the man is thinking is, ‘Has she drank enough to come home with me?’ I believe that the guy is much more realistic at that moment, because you don’t even know each other,” she states.

Coopersmith further contends that the projection of this “fast-forward” fantasy can lead to dating disillusionment. “Fast-forwarding is why I believe women get so disappointed – they’ve already married the guy,” she concludes.

Sharing an excessive amount of personal details is another error Coopersmith feels single women are making. While she believes that it is important for a love interest to get to know the real you over time, sharing too much at the beginning of a relationship can sabotage its initial growth.

“Women can come off as crazy," she explains. "You don’t want to share that you go to a therapist every week. Therapy is great, I’m studying it, it’s awesome, but you don’t need to put that out there on the first date."

She suggests that daters should talk about the movies, music, or places they might like to travel – things that everyone can relate to. “You always want to come off as nice and light, no one wants a second date with someone with lots of baggage," she finishes.

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Desperately Seeking Meaning


Women come to me all the time for relationship advice, as I have been married three times (well, technically four -- I don’t count the annulment) and dated hundreds of men. I try to explain that this is not a badge of honor; if you want relationship advice, go to someone who married her college boyfriend and is still married to him 30 years later.

Be that as it may, there are many women out there who, at 50-something, are dipping a wary toe into the brave new world of online dating. Having spent the majority of the past two decades single and available, I watched online dating mature from “last resort of the desperate” to “harmless fun for married men” to “the road to romance in a high-tech world.” I assume this is an improvement, although I cannot guarantee it.

Fact is, once we’re out of college and increasingly out of the traditional workplace in favor of isolated home offices, there aren’t many other ways to meet men. I don’t know about you, but I’m just not out clubbing as much as I once was.

Here, then, is some hard-won wisdom and a few shards of jaded attitude. It is my experience that the internet dating code has become, in a word, codified. Back when we were buying expensive newsprint real estate (remember newsprint?) for the personals, it was all about abbreviations like SWF and BBW. Now it’s all in the translation.

Some of the code words are obvious: Cuddly = Fat. Searching for my Soulmate = Stalker. Some are more subtle. Here are a few of Ethlie’s Tips for Online Dating, Over 50 Edition.

1. First, check the stats. Deduct two inches from his height and $30,000/year from his stated income. Then add 10 years to his age. Women, by the way, usually only shave off five years. Men tend to be deluded about the youthfulness of their appearance. I blame shaving mirrors: If they can’t see the bald spot and beer belly, they assume you can’t, either.

2. Next, look at the photo itself. No photo means he’s either married or Quasimodo. Odds are he’s not Quasimodo. The headgear is your first tell. Unless he’s actually riding a horse, any man wearing a cowboy hat is bald. Also, do not expect him to go to a chick flick with you (any movie without explosions is a chick flick) or to cook indoors. If he’s wearing a cowboy hat and standing next to a truck, he’s bald and he drinks. If he’s wearing a cowboy hat and standing next to a Harley, he’s bald, drinks, and will cheat on you.

Unless he’s actually playing baseball, any man wearing a baseball cap is also bald. If he’s wearing a baseball cap, a sport coat and gym shoes, do not expect him to pick up the check.

3. If he’s posed next to a sports car, he is insecure about his manhood and will hit on your sister. If he’s posed next to a Hummer, he’s insecure about his manhood and will hit you. If he’s in a motorboat, expect a commitment-phobe. If he’s in a sailboat, expect a neat freak -- unless it’s a catamaran, in which case send him over to me.

4. Next, look at the way he describes himself. If he’s a “good listener,” he’s a wimp; you’ll be choosing the restaurant. If he’s “down to earth,” he’s cheap; you’ll be going Dutch. If he’s “a great kisser,” he’s oversexed; expect to fight him off after dinner.

5. “Adventurous” means kinky. “Sensual” means kinky. “Open-minded” means kinky. “Worldly” means kinky. “Sophisticated” means kinky. “Kinky” means not only is he kinky, but he overshares.

6. “Wants to spoil you” means he’s looking for someone his daughter’s age, D-cup or better. “Generous” means he’s looking for someone younger than his daughter, DD-cup or better. “Outdoorsy” means he doesn’t own a good suit. “Athletic” means he spends his Sundays in front of the television. So does “I’m not the kind of guy who spends his Sundays in front of the television.”

7. Watch out in particular for buzzwords that men think women like. “A gentleman” is a misogynist in a dress shirt. “A romantic” is a serial dater with a bouquet. “Spiritual” means he can barely earn enough to feed himself. And “sensitive”... well, sensitive means he isn’t really looking for someone like you. He’s really looking for someone like him. You know, someone with a penis.

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Monday

Clarifying Questions for Dating Singles


After the divorce, when the time feels right to start dating again, there are a few things to keep in mind.

What is going on with another person is not always obvious on the surface. Imagine if you could gather information and therefore pay more attention to the depth of another person with some well-placed and well-intentioned questions as you get to know them.

It’s better to ask these questions silently at first -- and to just be observant. Watch your date’s meta-communication behaviors and body-language responses carefully, taking into account respiration, eye-contact and speech pattern. Try to hear and accept their words but verify with actions.

The first and third questions below are the biggies and contain a treasure trove of information in deciding if this is a relationship to pursue. The middle question is informational and more about potential compatibility in terms of daily routines.

The order in which these questions roll out is up to you. All three can be in play simultaneously. Are there too many red flags with any of these questions? If so, bow out as gracefully as possible while you can.

1.Foundational Questions: What is your relationship like with your mother, father and siblings? Chances are the answer is some mixture of a bittersweet work in progress. Even the best relationships require work. You need to hear what’s good as well as what’s getting better. What’s good and not so good in a person’s family of origin is likely to be mirrored in your dating relationship.

If you progress in dating, you will likely get to know the people in the answers to the question. That’s when you will be tested. What’s working out with one’s parents is only the start. There are also in-laws, and half- and step-children with whom you’ll have adult relationships.

2. Aggregate Questions: What are your rituals? What was the name of and last time that you read a book? How many hours a week do you work, watch sports or business news on television? What’s your faith practice? How about playing video or computer games and hanging out on the Internet? Do you watch or participate in porn? What are your hobbies? Where do you like to vacation?

3. Kicker Questions: Is there anyone else who thinks you are their significant other? A dear friend alerted me to this one. You would think that a person is on the market only if they are truly free, but this isn’t always the case in this age of ambivalence. The person who appears free may be in fact in an ambivalent relationship. Chances are they can’t tell you, but will show you and maybe tell you if you ask the right way.

With all of these questions, listen hard and watch closely for what is revealed and hidden. What is the other willing to tell you, if you can catch it?


Sunday

Why Is It So Hard To Score?


By Denise Ryan, Vancouver Sun

The women at the back table of the Bottleneck bar on Granville Street are a cluster of long locks, funky accessories, a mix of tanned and fair, naturally athletic bodies and discreetly dabbed lip gloss. The conversation about the impossibility of finding man-love in Lotus Land ricochets between raucous laughter and thoughtful reflection until the table goes silent and the subject finally sinks, like a stone thrown in an impossibly dark wishing well.

“This is not a lighthearted issue,” says Jodi Derkson. “There is a serious problem here.”

This is Vancouver, the women explain, in conversational shorthand that speaks volumes about the city’s widely-perceived shortcomings for straight daters. (Same-sex dating in Vancouver has its own set of opportunities and challenges that warrants a whole other article.)

For many singles, the stepping stones to love’s distant shore are broken or missing — the appreciative or inviting smiles, casual conversations struck up on street corners, in bars, restaurants, grocery lineups and online dating offer only a small pool of confused and confusing possibilities.

“I don’t know what the problem is here,” says Jody Radu. At 46, Radu is tall and graceful with a sweet smile and a sexy rock-chic style. Radu has been married once, has no kids, and a career in the entertainment industry that brings her into daily contact with some of music’s biggest artists. She’s happy with her life. Not jaded, no hard edges, no obvious baggage. But when it comes to a real, satisfying relationship — lover, boyfriend, partner — there’s a gap.

It’s mystifying.

“I’ll talk to anyone, I’ve been online, tried all the websites, I make allowances, too. I’ve been attracted to people that didn’t fit my ‘type’: maybe someone’s not good on the phone, maybe they’re not good on email, maybe it just wasn’t a good photo. Maybe the chemistry will be there in person.”

For all her efforts online, there has been a zero compatibility outcome. For a lark one night, she posted a personal ad on Craigslist. The next morning she had dozens of replies. She followed up with email contact. Most of the guys wanted her photo before going further. Once they saw it, their pictures started coming in. Radu shakes her head. “The guys were delusional. An out-of-shape 60-year-old? No thanks.”

For the last few months, since Vancouver magazine ran the first-names-only article “Do Vancouver Men Suck?” (“Yes” was the only answer that could be read between the lines), the question has hung over Vancouver’s dating scene like a pall. Even before the article ran, women were, well, bitching. “My friends and I talk about this all the time,” says Radu. For the record, she says, “I don’t think Vancouver men suck. They could dress a little better, though.”

So, why is it so hard to meet someone in Vancouver? Is it geography? Is it part of the city’s identity that the dating scene is as tricky to negotiate as its landscape, divided by waterways and forbidding mountains?

Is it the way the city is spread out and shuts down early, its denizens more likely to rise at dawn to pound up the North Shore mountains on their bikes before work than lie in and roll over for a little good morning sex?

Is it our ethnic enclaves that divide us?

Is it seasonal affective disorder, a collective low libido?

“There is a lack of sexuality in Vancouver,” says Derkson, bluntly. Derkson is petite, tanned, toned, with a bright smile: her nails are done, her hair is thick and full. She looks like she’s got a personal groomer on call.

At 47, Derkson has no kids, and has never been married — nor is she desperate to get hitched. She’d be happy with just a little more warmth and sensuality. A little response. “No one smiles at you on the street here! People are cold.”

While living in Florida a few years ago, she was turning men away.

“I think the Latin culture in Florida really helps; people are warm, men smile at you on the street. They look at you. Men here, they don’t even turn their head to look at you.”

Back in Vancouver, she just wishes that when she smiles at someone on the street, they would smile back.

Rachel Fox, a 34-year-old writer, says her experiences of meeting men in other cities, like New York, where she used to live, are incredibly different than in Vancouver: “The pool is a lot bigger there. I was dating every night.”

Fox has an endearing, girl-next-door vibe: Zooey Deschanel with a healthy scoop of irreverent wench. “People here are inhibited,” she says. “We are ghettoized, we don’t intermingle and the landscape isn’t conducive to community.”

Sara Stocksand, 38 years old and single for a few years, isn’t afraid to say she wants the whole package, including marriage and children.

She also finds it easier to connect outside of Vancouver: she met her most recent love interest at a wedding in France.

Although she works at the Bottleneck and comes in contact with a great number of men, she finds most her age are married.

With a history of committed monogamous relationships, she finds Vancouver’s dating culture challenging compared to other cities, like New York, where she has had more success.

Guys have a hard time, too

Ron Lee, 36, a marketer who ran a dating coaching service for many years in Vancouver, agrees that it’s tough to make a connection in this city.

“Vancouver is the hardest city to date in in North America. We have no dating culture here. In Edmonton, Toronto, Calgary there is a much higher chance that people will come out just to meet you for a coffee, just for the social aspect. Because Vancouver doesn’t have that dating mechanism, it’s awkward for people to ask each other out.”

Many of the men he’s worked with find Vancouver women to be intimidating.

Sebastien Lessard, 37, who came to Vancouver from Quebec City seven years ago, can attest to the intimidation factor. “This is typical of a woman’s online profile: here’s a picture of me on top of a mountain, here’s one of me winning an award, here’s me in Vegas. It’s like, wow, don’t you ever sit on a patio and have a beer or hang out and cook a meal? I’m not even going to contact you because I’m too ordinary.”

Lessard may see himself as ordinary, but he’s got a great dating resume: A stable career that allows him to work from home, a funky casual style, is open to having kids and if you have kids, that’s okay too. He’s dated five years younger than his age, and up to 15 years older. Throw in the French accent and the wry sense of humour, and Lessard just might be the total package. But he gets frustrated sometimes.

“Some women here have a really unrealistic vision of what a man is supposed to be. They don’t accept that men are what they are; the women have been burned a couple of times, they’ve read all the articles, they have a checklist: uh oh, he didn’t shave for three days. That means something. They believe their own conclusions about what a good guy is and what non-relationship material is; some weird criteria.”

Kevin Quinlan, whose job as director of policy and communication for Mayor Gregor Robertson keeps him on call, even when he’s on a date, says he doesn’t buy into the idea that Vancouver is the problem.

“Vancouver is an incredibly diverse place. Generalizations obscure the fact that there are so many people with different interests. I don’t think it’s fair or accurate to blame the city. If someone turns you down, just don’t take it personally. It’s not realistic to expect instant gratification leading to lifelong fulfilment from everybody you meet.”

He is also totally comfortable dating across all ethnicities.

Quinlan, who has recently found a girlfriend, has a few quirks, like reciting the lyrics to ‘90s gangsta rap songs, but he doesn’t put it all out there on a first date.

He has a dapper geek-chic style: suits and chunky glasses, but it wasn’t always that way. “I had years of the sloppy unkempt look. I’m living proof that people can change.”

Shauna Miller, 37, a registered nurse, is taking a break from dating to do some soul searching about what she wants. She doesn’t blame the city for not making a connection. “I’d really like to be in a relationship,” she says. Miller is a little shy, and doesn’t like to approach people, but she’s fully confident in the online universe, and it’s not unusual for her to have several dates a week, when she’s in the mood.

“I think meeting and dating is just a hard thing. Blaming the city is an easy way of putting the onus on something else. It’s an easier way to take rejection.”

What are we doing wrong?

Sue Seminew, a professional high-end matchmaker in Vancouver, believes there are certain variables here that do add to the challenge.

“Our market is complex. Almost every major dating market has more women than men, and our city is visibly ethnic with a high representation among Asian and South Asian. Race is huge. Compared to Montreal and Toronto, our downtown is small. We also tend to discount the outlying areas. We were recently ranked the worst-looking city in terms of dress. Both men and women can look like crap, with both parties guilty of judging and misinterpreting.”

Seminew counsels singles to “think outside of the box.”

“Women are voting the Asian men off the island. Women that are open about race are going to be more successful here.”

Turning away from blue collar is another mistake. Vancouver is not a head-office power centre. “We can’t invent a white-collar population. Women may have to date men that aren’t at financial parity with them. Men have been doing that for years.”

Stepping outside the small boundaries of Vancouver’s downtown scene is also important. “Men in Whistler look rough and tumble, but all they need is a little fairy dust. I suggest people look in Burnaby, Whistler, Squamish. All the boys need some work, but we can impart that.”

Seminew cites demographics as part of the problem. “In a lot of major markets there are two-, three-, four-, five-per-cent more women. That’s not just Vancouver, but the discrepancy is higher here than in some other cities.”

If we can’t change the city, and don’t want to leave the city, what do we do? Start talking to strangers, says Seminew. Get past the “frosty factor.” Talk to someone in the elevator. And if they shut you down? “Be nice.”

Lee, who still hasn’t met the right woman, in spite of making a career out of helping others find partners, says, “Relax and start questioning what it is that you are looking for, and what will make you happy.”

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Thursday

Dating and Relating


Things happen very fast in the current generation. Whether we want to acknowledge it or not, there is a good reason why top chefs do not prepare elegant meals in a microwave. Clearly one of our issues on campus is the sometimes frantic pace with which we build relationships. There is no one to blame for the demise of the dating ritual on this campus. It is what it is. In my curiosity to understand why men and women have abdicated ownership of this social norm, I engaged ten students (5 women; 5 men) in single-sex conversations about their opinions around this issue. Although I cannot extrapolate these comments to all men and women on campus, this is what I discovered.

The women I talked with were unanimous in their belief that the Notre Dame environment is packed with pressure. They described the pressure to look a certain way (hair done, make-up on, never wear sweats) and to behave a certain way. “You always have to look as good as possible. Men talk about putting on their ‘ND goggles.’ I know a lot of beautiful girls on campus so I don’t understand how the men here can think that all of us are ugly.”

There is a belief that this creates an environment where women are willing to take any attention they can get from men, hook-up or otherwise. They compete against Notre Dame women out of the classroom and Notre Dame men in the classroom. “And we can’t forget about the pressure added by the presence of St. Mary’s students. You are fighting so much already, that the pressure really gets to you.” Some of the women said they felt stuck and wondered if coming to Notre Dame was a mistake. Others have decided to place relationship formation on hold, to wait until they leave Notre Dame to pursue this portion of life.

The women also talked explicitly about the dining hall as a source of stress and judgement. Whether it is the men who “moo” at those who get fro-yo, or the other women who meticulously watch what your plate looks like, the dining halls have contributed to a negative atmosphere where women don’t feel valued.

Many of the frustrations the men talked about revolved around the perennial issue of parietals. It is noted, however, that not every man interviewed had a negative view of this Notre Dame tradition. They also commented that differing expectations about the college experience is part of the problem. They believe that many women come to Notre Dame looking for committed relationships and others hope to achieve the coveted “ring by spring.” The men used the term “American Pie” to describe what the typical college man expected.

All the guys I talked with agreed with the notion that women have some pressure to always look good/perfect. They believe, however, that much of this pressure is either self-induced or imposed on women by other women. They also commented that when a woman receives a negative comment about her apparel, she may have the tendency to inflate the importance of that comment. In the end, they admitted that how a woman dresses does impact their impression of her, but added that the same is probably true from the other side.

Some of the men agreed with the notion that it might be better to wait until after college to focus on relationships. One stated that doing this now makes “girls panicky and guys frustrated.” One young man said eloquently that “doing a relationship the right way is not easy. It takes a great deal of effort and I would rather focus my attention on making sure my academics are in order. If you can get involved and do it the right way, go for it. But typically once two people get involved, it is only then that they realize how involved the process is.” In terms of waiting on romance, one young man commented that, “good things come to patient people.” Other common frustrations guys experience on campus include women who are “jersey chasers,” being trapped in the friend zone and the fact that when a certain type of athlete shows up at a party the game is over.

From what I can surmise, the issues presented here, while serious, are not insurmountable. It will just take authentic and honest communication. To that end I am inviting the ten individuals that offered their opinions for this editorial to join me for a meeting of the minds and some great food. This extended conversation will be the first of many and the topic of a future column. Until then talk to your friends about what you have read and decide if these comments ring true for you. I look forward to seeing you at the Notre Dating program tonight at 7 p.m. in Legends.


Monday

Return To Dating Made A Lasting Impression


Post-divorce dating can be an frightening thought; it’s not that bad, really.

Shortly after my divorce was final, I was asked out to dinner by a handsome lawyer, who also happened to be a family friend—no background check needed.

I was so looking forward to Saturday night.

Two days before the highly anticipated night out, I slipped on a grape outside the school cafeteria in front of 250 children. The thunderously loud room went silent as I fell in what seemed like slow-motion. With my dress under my armpits, one shoe down the hall, and a throbbing arm dangling from my side, I struggled to my feet. One lone voice came from the silent cafeteria, “Are you OK?”

I was too mortified to do anything but give a thumbs up and squeak out, “Yep, thank you, honey, I’m fine,” all the while thinking, “liar!”

I retrieved my class from the lunch room, stopped at the nurse’s office for an ice pack, and headed back to my room for story time. I didn’t make it through the whole book–my arm was obviously broken.

My friend Maria drove me, in my car, to the emergency room. She wasn’t used to the placement of the turn signals and wipers, and we drove along with the wipers rhythmically sweeping across the windshield, back and forth, on that sunny afternoon in October.

I left the hospital with a lovely cast and a newfound dread of my first post-divorce date.

There I was on Saturday afternoon, trying to decide what to wear. I was rather limited because my cast went past my elbow and froze my arm at an inconvenient 90 degree angle. Choosing a boring but comfortable dress, I began the fiasco of getting ready without the use of my right arm.

My real dilemma was figuring out how to get my panty-hose on; it was nearly impossible with one hand. My face was sweating from all the twisting and pulling, but eventually I completed the task, wiped off my brow, and headed downstairs to wait.

I finally had calmed down and cooled off when the phone rang. He was calling to say he would be a few minutes late, and he sounded as though he’d been drinking –I could hardly understand him.

I thought great–what a start. I’m not getting in the car with him if he’s drunk already.

I was prepared to forget the whole thing when I heard the knock on the door. (What was I

thinking? I hadn’t been “out” in 24 years!)

Well, there he was. He looked at me, with my blue and green fingers sticking out of the cast, pantyhose slightly twisted at the ankles, and hair a bit damp around the ends.

I looked at him — not quite the charming smile I remembered. He had been playing rugby that afternoon and had taken a knee to the mouth. His bottom lip was swollen and stitched — the whole area was beginning to turn lovely shades of blue and green to match my fingers.

He started to laugh, but stopped when he realized his lips were unforgiving, and the stitches unyielding. Instead, he spit out a slurred, “What happened to you?” just as I was asking the same question of him. He was so sweet and I was flattered to think he hadn’t canceled.

The hostess at Hutch’s sat us at cozy little table off to the side. I don’t think she was trying to promote a romantic evening, probably just hoping to hide us from the other patrons.

Dinner was delightful. He had to cut my meat for me, and I had to share my garlic smashed potatoes with him. My trip to the ladies’ room concerned him, though — I was gone a long time.

It was the pantyhose again; this time maneuvering in a confined space prompted more sweating from the face.

From beginning to end, it was a very, very enjoyable night with a supreme gentleman. We talked, laughed, and I survived, confident that if I could get through that, this dating thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.