You're gonna love this one guys and girls!
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Spike
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Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A buck to pee please
So I'm hanging with my buddy Marc who owns Body Vision (runs a kick-ass bootcamp in Central Park) and we're just talking about women in general and some of the, um, errrr....well, scams we've pulled and gotten away with (don't hate me please!) down through the years.
So I was relating a time about four years ago when I had just finished a book signing for InterKnot (the book I wrote on Internet dating, but you already knew that, right?) and a bunch of the guests asked me to join them at a local watering hole, a very crowded one at that.
Now for some reason I had decided to dress all in black that evening, definitely not my standard modus oporendi (I know I must have spelled that wrong!) and sorta looked like a server at a catered function, or at least restaurant staff. Hey, I hadn't intended on dating or anything of the sort, so I pulled out my "Metrosexual" card for the evening!
I had just exited the mens room and stopped just adjacent to the ladies room because the line for "the head" was in my way and I was being polite.
And suddenly this adorable and very drunk "twenty something" woman asked me "is there a charge?"
"Huh? A charge?" I thought to myself?
"Hmmmm, this could get interesting" I'm thinking!
I replied "yes, yes there is a charge, one dollar please." And she reached unassumingly into her pocket for the dollar, handed it to me and walked into the ladies room.
The next girl on line looked at me and said "You guys are charging to pee?"
I answered, "well, that's your prerogative, but the head is a buck and it all goes to the staff at the end of the night."
She handed me a dollar,
and then the next girl did,
and then the next, and another, until 5 women had handed me a buck and I had just had enough.
I figured it would be a good time to stop before the bouncer granted me a rapid exit to the door.
I hunted down four of the five women in the next hour, handed them back their dollar and here is the final tally (men, pay attention here!):
Three of the four took back their dollar, laughed until they nearly peed themselves, and THEY bought ME a drink for having the balls to pull off that scam, and for them actually falling for it.
And one refused to take back the dollar (she said it was money well spent) and asked me for my cell phone into which she inputted her phone number and email addy.
Balls, creativity, boldness, uniqueness, call it whatever you like, but guys, women LOVE these aspects in a man, and if you can get women to do things that they would not normally agree to, and then "fess up" that they were scammed, they will remember you forever!
You just might need to duck once in a while as an un-ordered drink may be rapidly approaching your face!
Hey, it's all good yo!
Spike
So I was relating a time about four years ago when I had just finished a book signing for InterKnot (the book I wrote on Internet dating, but you already knew that, right?) and a bunch of the guests asked me to join them at a local watering hole, a very crowded one at that.
Now for some reason I had decided to dress all in black that evening, definitely not my standard modus oporendi (I know I must have spelled that wrong!) and sorta looked like a server at a catered function, or at least restaurant staff. Hey, I hadn't intended on dating or anything of the sort, so I pulled out my "Metrosexual" card for the evening!
I had just exited the mens room and stopped just adjacent to the ladies room because the line for "the head" was in my way and I was being polite.
And suddenly this adorable and very drunk "twenty something" woman asked me "is there a charge?"
"Huh? A charge?" I thought to myself?
"Hmmmm, this could get interesting" I'm thinking!
I replied "yes, yes there is a charge, one dollar please." And she reached unassumingly into her pocket for the dollar, handed it to me and walked into the ladies room.
The next girl on line looked at me and said "You guys are charging to pee?"
I answered, "well, that's your prerogative, but the head is a buck and it all goes to the staff at the end of the night."
She handed me a dollar,
and then the next girl did,
and then the next, and another, until 5 women had handed me a buck and I had just had enough.
I figured it would be a good time to stop before the bouncer granted me a rapid exit to the door.
I hunted down four of the five women in the next hour, handed them back their dollar and here is the final tally (men, pay attention here!):
Three of the four took back their dollar, laughed until they nearly peed themselves, and THEY bought ME a drink for having the balls to pull off that scam, and for them actually falling for it.
And one refused to take back the dollar (she said it was money well spent) and asked me for my cell phone into which she inputted her phone number and email addy.
Balls, creativity, boldness, uniqueness, call it whatever you like, but guys, women LOVE these aspects in a man, and if you can get women to do things that they would not normally agree to, and then "fess up" that they were scammed, they will remember you forever!
You just might need to duck once in a while as an un-ordered drink may be rapidly approaching your face!
Hey, it's all good yo!
Spike
Friday, July 3, 2009
Kemistry, dating, and why we're so damn confused.
Hey there, I'm Spike and I'll be sharing some thoughts with you over the next,
whenever.
Just to give you a tiny snapshot of who I am, I'll tell you first who I am not.
I do not live in my mothers basement, sleep on the couch, or sit alone watching Twilight Zone marathons.
Okay, honestly I do occasionally fall asleep on my couch in the livingroom, but it's comfy!
And I do like the Twilight Zone, but only the old ones!
I am a published relationship author, a professional photographer, and I run Dating DeMistyfied with my partner Tony, a workshop that brings men and women together as strangers, and they leave as friends, and sometimes much more. (www.datingdemistyfied.com) Tony and I have interviewed thousands of men and women, so our perspective on dating, chemistry, and love is,
well,
it just is!!!!
I'll be blogging here a few times a week, and Tony might chime in as well. Our writing styles are very different. I'm sorta an "in your face storyteller" and Tony is more "matter of fact info" type of writer.
So here is something that I threw together a while back. It may be slightly controversial, and that's just the way I like it!!!!
Spike...
Have you ever been to one of those singles mixers?
You know the kind, where everyone is there to meet people? Where everyone knows that everyone else is also there to meet people? Where everyone supposedly "wants to meet people?"
Then explain to me why the women are on one side and the men are congregated on the other? Are they preparing to play dodge ball? Is there an invisible line down the middle of the bar? Did Monday night football at Gallagher’s somehow get mixed up with Jane’s book of the month club get together for female shut-in’s? Did an organizer say “men to the right, women to the left” upon entry?
Nope, none of these things occurred.
What is happening is that the vast majority of men and women, despite furiously wanting to meet each other, despite dressing for the occasion, despite looking and smelling their best, preparing for hours, and looking forward to this for weeks… are scared to death to approach one another.
Ugh. How did we as a nation come to this point?
We all love to laugh, to play, to dance, to sing, to have fun with our friends, eat great food, see an awesome flick, go to the beach, the pool, the lake, and to the ever popular tar beach (up on da rooooooooooof!).
So how did we all get so damn freaky? How did we come to this place of complete gender eradication where the roles are not defined, not understood, and everyone walks around cool, aloof, non needy…
…and totally and completely alone?
Well ladies, y’know that guy, the one you’ve been waiting for your entire life, the one you’ve been seeing for three weeks, the one who has suddenly turned into a blithering, ass kissing, whimpering idiot who bears no resemblance to the awesome dude you thought you were falling for?
And your friend, the really hot girl who can get any man she wants? The one who has rich guys chasing her and kissing her feet? The one who knows that she’s “all that”… who is SHE chasing after?
Who else? …The out of work guitar player who worked at the local coffee shop, until he was fired for hitting on the boss’s daughter.
He’s bad news altogether. He abuses the women he sees. He cheats on them. He yells at them and puts them down. He is a total and complete asshole, yet women swoon at his feet.
Why?
Because he has confidence, and due to this complete confidence he understands that if you say no, chances are the next girl will say yes, and he doesn’t care either way. Women are driven insane by this level of confidence and they can deny it from now until doomsday, but where there is a “bad boy” there is without a doubt a trail of women following him, calling him, begging to be with him. It is a fact of life and it will never change. The more outrageous his behavior, the more women swoon for his every movement. The more he lets them down, stands them up, and displays an aloof attitude of “whatever” when she gets upset, the more in love she feels, and the harder she will try to make him love her back.
She cannot understand this about herself. She wishes secretly that she could just find that one “nice guy” but her subconscious mind knows that she would never even give that guy a sniff, so she’s doomed from the start.
The old standby that “nice guys finish last” is truer today than it ever was.
I hate this! I am so not this way (well, maybe sometimes) but it is the gospel!
This same woman has a best friend for many years; we’ll call him “Jeff.”
Jeff has an amazing job helping others. He is tall, good looking, makes good money and is the sweetest man she has ever known. Every time she has “guy problems” Jeff comes running to her aid, day or night, it makes no difference. He will listen to her cry for hours all the while wiping her tears, making herbal tea, and building back her good humor with jokes and warm, tender hugs.
Jeff has always been there for her and always will be. He is the light of her life, her knight in shining armor, her buddy, her pal. She wishes she could find a guy like Jeff; he is so wonderful and understanding. Why can’t she find a man like him, do they even exist?
What is this girl missing? Why can’t she see the nose in front of her pretty face? Why has she never had even the slightest erg of attraction towards this amazing, handsome man?
Well, it is not her fault, it is Jeff’s.
Jeff does not know how to create attraction. He knows nothing of the way in which “chemistry” is built between a man and a woman. He only knows how to be nice and assumes that eventually she will wise up and see the light shining on his handsome face.
But he is wrong, as his behavior is exactly the reason why she will NEVER feel attraction for him.
He is dependable.
He is reliable.
He is always available to her, whenever or for whatever she needs him.
He is unselfish.
He is a “nice guy” in every respect, polite, sweet, understanding,
and boring…
and predictable,
and unattractive in every way she wants a man to BE attractive,
even though she is completely unaware of these facts at a conscious level and would argue from now until doomsday that these are the facts.
If JUST ONCE, just one time she called Jeff to vent about her horrible boyfriend and he responded with “can’t talk now hun, I have a date. We’ll chat later, bye” she would fall off her chair and suddenly Jeff would be much better looking, more attractive to HER, finally.
Why?
Ain’t it obvious?
He said “no” to her for the first time, and suddenly her entire world was turned upside down. Jeff suddenly is unpredictable, he isn’t constantly available. He has a life besides her, so now he has an attraction that was not there previously.
Whew.....
And PLEASE do leave comments!!!!!
whenever.
Just to give you a tiny snapshot of who I am, I'll tell you first who I am not.
I do not live in my mothers basement, sleep on the couch, or sit alone watching Twilight Zone marathons.
Okay, honestly I do occasionally fall asleep on my couch in the livingroom, but it's comfy!
And I do like the Twilight Zone, but only the old ones!
I am a published relationship author, a professional photographer, and I run Dating DeMistyfied with my partner Tony, a workshop that brings men and women together as strangers, and they leave as friends, and sometimes much more. (www.datingdemistyfied.com) Tony and I have interviewed thousands of men and women, so our perspective on dating, chemistry, and love is,
well,
it just is!!!!
I'll be blogging here a few times a week, and Tony might chime in as well. Our writing styles are very different. I'm sorta an "in your face storyteller" and Tony is more "matter of fact info" type of writer.
So here is something that I threw together a while back. It may be slightly controversial, and that's just the way I like it!!!!
Spike...
Have you ever been to one of those singles mixers?
You know the kind, where everyone is there to meet people? Where everyone knows that everyone else is also there to meet people? Where everyone supposedly "wants to meet people?"
Then explain to me why the women are on one side and the men are congregated on the other? Are they preparing to play dodge ball? Is there an invisible line down the middle of the bar? Did Monday night football at Gallagher’s somehow get mixed up with Jane’s book of the month club get together for female shut-in’s? Did an organizer say “men to the right, women to the left” upon entry?
Nope, none of these things occurred.
What is happening is that the vast majority of men and women, despite furiously wanting to meet each other, despite dressing for the occasion, despite looking and smelling their best, preparing for hours, and looking forward to this for weeks… are scared to death to approach one another.
Ugh. How did we as a nation come to this point?
We all love to laugh, to play, to dance, to sing, to have fun with our friends, eat great food, see an awesome flick, go to the beach, the pool, the lake, and to the ever popular tar beach (up on da rooooooooooof!).
So how did we all get so damn freaky? How did we come to this place of complete gender eradication where the roles are not defined, not understood, and everyone walks around cool, aloof, non needy…
…and totally and completely alone?
Well ladies, y’know that guy, the one you’ve been waiting for your entire life, the one you’ve been seeing for three weeks, the one who has suddenly turned into a blithering, ass kissing, whimpering idiot who bears no resemblance to the awesome dude you thought you were falling for?
And your friend, the really hot girl who can get any man she wants? The one who has rich guys chasing her and kissing her feet? The one who knows that she’s “all that”… who is SHE chasing after?
Who else? …The out of work guitar player who worked at the local coffee shop, until he was fired for hitting on the boss’s daughter.
He’s bad news altogether. He abuses the women he sees. He cheats on them. He yells at them and puts them down. He is a total and complete asshole, yet women swoon at his feet.
Why?
Because he has confidence, and due to this complete confidence he understands that if you say no, chances are the next girl will say yes, and he doesn’t care either way. Women are driven insane by this level of confidence and they can deny it from now until doomsday, but where there is a “bad boy” there is without a doubt a trail of women following him, calling him, begging to be with him. It is a fact of life and it will never change. The more outrageous his behavior, the more women swoon for his every movement. The more he lets them down, stands them up, and displays an aloof attitude of “whatever” when she gets upset, the more in love she feels, and the harder she will try to make him love her back.
She cannot understand this about herself. She wishes secretly that she could just find that one “nice guy” but her subconscious mind knows that she would never even give that guy a sniff, so she’s doomed from the start.
The old standby that “nice guys finish last” is truer today than it ever was.
I hate this! I am so not this way (well, maybe sometimes) but it is the gospel!
This same woman has a best friend for many years; we’ll call him “Jeff.”
Jeff has an amazing job helping others. He is tall, good looking, makes good money and is the sweetest man she has ever known. Every time she has “guy problems” Jeff comes running to her aid, day or night, it makes no difference. He will listen to her cry for hours all the while wiping her tears, making herbal tea, and building back her good humor with jokes and warm, tender hugs.
Jeff has always been there for her and always will be. He is the light of her life, her knight in shining armor, her buddy, her pal. She wishes she could find a guy like Jeff; he is so wonderful and understanding. Why can’t she find a man like him, do they even exist?
What is this girl missing? Why can’t she see the nose in front of her pretty face? Why has she never had even the slightest erg of attraction towards this amazing, handsome man?
Well, it is not her fault, it is Jeff’s.
Jeff does not know how to create attraction. He knows nothing of the way in which “chemistry” is built between a man and a woman. He only knows how to be nice and assumes that eventually she will wise up and see the light shining on his handsome face.
But he is wrong, as his behavior is exactly the reason why she will NEVER feel attraction for him.
He is dependable.
He is reliable.
He is always available to her, whenever or for whatever she needs him.
He is unselfish.
He is a “nice guy” in every respect, polite, sweet, understanding,
and boring…
and predictable,
and unattractive in every way she wants a man to BE attractive,
even though she is completely unaware of these facts at a conscious level and would argue from now until doomsday that these are the facts.
If JUST ONCE, just one time she called Jeff to vent about her horrible boyfriend and he responded with “can’t talk now hun, I have a date. We’ll chat later, bye” she would fall off her chair and suddenly Jeff would be much better looking, more attractive to HER, finally.
Why?
Ain’t it obvious?
He said “no” to her for the first time, and suddenly her entire world was turned upside down. Jeff suddenly is unpredictable, he isn’t constantly available. He has a life besides her, so now he has an attraction that was not there previously.
Whew.....
And PLEASE do leave comments!!!!!
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