Posts Tagged ‘The Dating Monologues’

Funny Girl

Friday, January 6th, 2012

When men think of what they look for in a woman, aside from nice bum etc, do they count “funny” as a quality? It’s certainly what attracts women to men but when it’s the other way around, is comedy a turn off?

A short while ago a study was published in the scientific journal Evolution and Human Behaviour that argued that whilst men will laugh at the odd wise crack, when it comes to a long term partner, they just aren’t interested in funny women. We have to get this straight here as there is a marked difference between having a sense of humour and being funny. According to the study, when hundreds of men in their 20’s were asked if they appreciated a sense of humour, the majority of men said yes. When they were asked if they liked women who cracked their own jokes, the answer was a firm no.

Barbra Streisand Funny Girl

Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl. Proving that the comedian can get the guy, well at least fictionally...

A man is apparently more interested in how receptive a woman is to his humour. “Does she think I’m funny?” “Can I make her laugh?”, are the questions asked rather than “Is she funny?”, “Can she make me laugh?”. It’s interesting because this study seems to show that what men find attractive is when a woman plays delighted audience to his one man stand up and she shouldn’t necessarily have any witty repartee of her own. When a man is witty it’s seductive, when a woman is witty it’s seen as threatening.

Dr Martin, a psychologist at the University of Western Ontario, believes that men don’t really enjoy female comedy because “humour is seen as a masculine thing”. I don’t necessarily agree that men don’t like female comedians. I asked my most “masculine” boy friends and they all said they enjoyed comedy from Miranda Hart, Jo Brand and one even went as far as to say that Kristen Wiig in Bridesmaids made the film funnier than uber-man comedy The Hangover. Enjoyable yes, but when it comes to finding them attractive, well…

The study goes on to show that men enjoy witty women for short term relationships and one night stands but this is not the case for long term. This absolutely baffles me. No amount of science or psycho babble will allow me to comprehend this. We can’t account for all men and no one is trying to generalise here but we can’t overlook that the overall feeling is that funny women are not as attractive as the ones who sit nice and quietly and laugh at his jokes. I’m hoping someone can prove all of this wrong. Comedy is a sign of intelligence and if a man is prepared to enjoy this short term, it doesn’t make sense that he wouldn’t want to hold on to it. Barbra Streisand was certainly a trailblazer in Funny Girl, why has this been lost on our generation?

L’air du Temps

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

There is something about Christmas that places us in an emotional frame of mind. The time we spend with family and friends can make even the most cynical of us go all gooey. One thing that some of us find hard about the holiday season, is that whilst our siblings are happily (or possibly unhappily) married or engaged, we have to face the fact that we’re not in relationships and no mum, I’ve not been seeing anyone since you know who…

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Now that's more like it

Though perfectly content with the current state of affairs as far as the single life goes, we’re suddenly now forced to reflect on why we are apparently “alone”. Thank god it’s all over. Get me back to the city where I can go out with my friends and find love at the bottom of a champagne glass.

I had a friend who suffered the singleton’s holiday blues so badly, he resolved to hook up with a family friend – someone he’d never been interested in and thought it a good proposition because it was convenient. He’s not on his own here. I’ve heard other stories of people falling back on their safety options just because they can’t bear the idea of passing another Christmas as a single.

Whilst this type of behaviour is totally understandable, it’s not what we should be doing. Reflecting on the last year and everything that’s happened, it couldn’t have been better. I’m sure if you really think about it, I bet you had a load of fun on dates good and bad. Why should we not throw ourselves into the next year with the same attitude? New Year always brings with it new resolutions and whilst the ones that involve going to the gym more, quitting smoking etc might not last past the second week of January, we should resolve to keep enjoying dating, meeting new people and experiencing new things. At least when next Christmas rolls around, we’ll have a few good stories to go back home with.

Here’s to the New Year!

Is It Ever Ok To Sleep With Someone On The First Date?

Friday, November 25th, 2011

This is not a new debate. I’ve heard this question time and time again – friends of mine have thrashed this out over cocktails, I’ve overheard it in cafes, toilets. It’s a classic. The main problem with this question is that the rationale it is often met with is a little backwards. Girls learn quite early that it’s the thrill of the chase that ignites a man’s interests and by holding sex back, we’re keeping him excited. It’s quite logical really, but not necessarily correct.

If you’ve ever read The Rules (as many of my friends have), you’ll swear by the 3 date rule…

“On the first three dates we don’t have sex with a man or have him stay at our place overnight.”

Is It Ever Ok To Sleep With Someone On The First Date?

"How stupid is it that a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right?"

Really? We know that men and women when it comes to dating can be predictable and trigger responsive, but this is very rigid. I get the part about not letting him stay at my place. This is more of an intimacy thing rather than a tactical one. I read The Rules and felt instantly guilty at all my supposed dating faux pas. But with the 3 date no sex rule, it’s not how you behave that changes the man’s interest, he’s already predetermined his behaviour towards you. In other words, at the point of the first date he’s decided whether he wants a one night stand (he might have decided this is what he wanted when the date was arranged…beware of these toxic types!) or whether he’s interested in pursuing something past sex. With that in mind, it’s irrelevant if you sleep with him on the first date or after the third!

I quizzed a male friend on this and he completely agrees. His decision between hook-up and intent to date is reached almost instantly on the first meeting. We tried to define the criteria and it’s really basic: nicely dressed, no lairy jewellery, nice hair etc… and on a more personal level – bright, witty, interesting, ambitious. The buzz word that gets thrashed around a lot in this debate is “respect” as in “If I sleep with him on the first date, he won’t respect me.” Respect is not established by someone’s activity (or lack of) in the bedroom, it’s established during conversation and interaction between both parties. When you thanked the waiter, were courteous about being treated to dinner whilst offering to buy some drinks, you were gaining his respect here.

You now might think…”I am well mannered, I dress nicely etc etc, I slept with him on the first date and he never called me or returned my text.” This is NOT because you slept with him on the first date, it’s because he never had the intention to call you/text you/date you regardless if you slept with him or not. He was only after one thing. You live and you learn to recognise these types early on before the bedroom situation arises. Call it dating intuition.

Ouch! I’m still delicate from the night before but I had SO much fun. Want to see photos? Check out our gallery of our Cocktails & Mistletoe action!

Keeping Up With The Joneses

Saturday, October 15th, 2011

Everyone has “adult” friends. You know the ones, 1 x long-term relationship, 1-2 mortgages, 2 x cars, 1 x very large engagement ring, probably 1 x ISA (I still don’t really know what one of these is!). We all launched ourselves upon the world at the same time and whilst some of our friends will morph from 25 to 45 literally overnight, others will stay renting and dating. Not renting dates…renting apartments and dating. Or as I like to term it, living! Though because I fall into the “Others” category, I am slightly biased.

Keeping Up With the Joneses

Not my scene at all!

As soon as one of your friends becomes an “adult”, socialising with them suddenly takes on a new dynamic. Instead of gossiping about latest beaus, great dates and the comedy bad ones, you find yourself drawn into conversations about wedding dresses, the disastrous state of the property markets (“You really should think about getting on that ladder”, one cautiously advises me), and sensible cars. Unfortunately I know nothing about wedding dresses, preferring Rodarte to Rowley and my idea of a sensible car is a pre-booked taxi.

I’m not saying it’s impossible to be happy for your adult friend’s radically normal lifestyle, but the real challenge is spending time with them and not questioning your own. Every time I meet up with one of these friends, I go into a calculated frenzy which follows these steps 1. Find suitable life partner. 2. Spend hours on Findaproperty.com searching for dream house that is near good schools. 3. Look into wedding receptions at that amazing Scottish castle I was just recommended. Waking from this temporary bout of insanity is like waking from a bad dream. Awful because it’s a reality so far removed from my own. I return back to my work week peppered with lunches, cocktails, at least one out of control night and a weekend brunch. I’m still asking myself, why does my adult friend have it all and I have nothing to comfort me on a Sunday morning but a Bloody Mary?!

Bizarrely, over drinks with a newly engaged “adult” (she has been playing with her hair and wrapping her hand around a champagne glass so to give me as many glimpses of her ring as possible), she very tipsily tells me that she is secretly jealous. Unbelievable. Jealous of what I ask. She tells me how she would love to go out for drinks randomly mid week and arrange dates for a Saturday night. She also liked the idea of being able to change your apartment every 6 months. Sayings are awfully cliche, but never has the one about the grass always being greener, been so true!

The sun is out and I think that means we should go hunt down a fabulous beer garden. Need ideas? This should help

Faking It

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

It might have escaped your attention that the world is going fashion crazy. This happens twice a year when the fashion capitals of the world play host to the world’s stylish elite and the items they will be coveting in 7 months time. It all sounds a bit mad when it rolls out of it’s usual home on the pages of Vogue and splashes the headlines of general news. How could we ignore it?

Style and Dating - A Match Made in Hell?

Love on the Front Row? Not Likely

Actually I can’t ignore it. I have dealings in the fashion world so the Fashion Weeks inevitably take hold of my life and grasp me in their fur-lined, leather trim grips until they have all passed me by, leaving me in peace for another 6 months. Finding time to schedule a date is near impossible as every minute of your time is accounted for. Have you ever seen Anna Wintour hand in hand with a man whilst she sits front row? Absolutely not. In this world the main focuses are status, style and of course the catwalk. There is no room for romance here.

That said, you couldn’t help but think of love, passion and flirtation when models came down the catwalks to the soundtracks of “You’ve got the Love” (PPQ). “I Put A Spell On You” (Burberry) and “Friday I’m In Love”. Most of the time you’re sitting with a colleague, a fellow fashion mate or alone. Despite all of the theatre of a fashion show (designer X has decided to focus on the romantic liaison of historical lovers Y and Z or more common, “the starting point for this collection came from the unrequited love of Rockstar A and Muse B”), you’re supposed to sit there maintaining a cool, collected gaze apparently devoid of all emotion and of course, dateless. Two worlds existing in one room.

Thinking on this there are parallels to be drawn between fashion and dating. The drama and emotion you feel internally when processing feelings for someone whilst you’re trying to maintain a calm and measured outward presence. Simply put, playing it cool. Like the fashionistas on front row with their steely glances and intimidating presence, you’re faking it. I do it too. When I saw a beautiful white feather gown sweep the floor at the Royal Courts of Justice to the soundtrack of Swan Lake, did I jump up and shout “I love you”, “I want you”, “I need you in my life”?? No of course I didn’t. I watched it go up the catwalk and back down again, and then turned my head to the next dress. You would never have known how I truly felt.

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Why Dating Is Like An All You Can Eat Buffet

Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

It was truly unbelievable. If someone has said to me 6 months ago that I would spend my Friday night in an all you can eat Chinese buffet, well I would say they were insane. Ditch my Friday party routine, cocktails and champagne for gelatinous sweet and sour pork and lukewarm noodles? Impossible! But alas, tis true. Last night I went along for sheer compliance and I actually learned a few things.

All You Can Eat BuffetIf you haven’t been to an all you can eat buffet before, the concept is pretty simple. You take a plate and peruse the various things on offer and then load up with whatever catches your eye first. My dinner companion, a buffet connoisseur, was annoyed with my buffet etiquette when I came back with my plate filled with spring rolls and seaweed. “You’re not eating a three course meal, there is a real strategy to this!” As he explained to me his buffet rules, I realised that the similarities between good buffet practice and those we employ when dating, are many. Who would have thought??

Firstly, when you approach the buffet with your plate you choose anything and everything within proximity. You don’t mind if one of your choices isn’t quite to your taste because you know you are going back for more. Second visit, this time you’re a bit more selective but you still keep an open mind. You’re choosing maybe one or two of your favourites from round one but you’re also venturing out into uncharted territory with the options you didn’t get chance to explore first time round. Are you starting to see where I’m drawing parallels here?

Third visit. This time it’s quite different. Not only are you wiser to what is best for you out there but you’re also being smart about what you go back to you. This is a process of selection and filtering after all. Your choosing you’re favourites, the very best. Maybe you go for the top three or maybe there’s just one thing, like salt and pepper squid, that you adore, just have to have more of and there’s only room for this one on your plate. You might even go back for a fourth round. What comes next? Well dessert of course.

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Does That Come With A Boyfriend?

Friday, July 15th, 2011

There comes a time in your dating career when you’ll find someone you like and will regularly date them. That’s all wonderful and everything but be careful of a common dating dilemma known as separation anxiety.

Friends of mine have likened this anxiety to a disease. And quite rightly so. It starts off with minor symptoms and then when it has you in full throes, it’s too late. Like the virus it is, it will spread to the core, manifest and then set about on it’s path of infectious destruction. Stay clear believe me.

Does That Come With A Boyfriend?It’s massively unhealthy and occurs somewhere between wanting to spend all your time with your love interest and when you feel you can’t actually cope from being separated from them. You become so attached to this person and they the same, that when you’re apart you only half function.

Tell tale symptoms of this are:

  • You plan ALL your social events according to their schedule so they can attend with you.
  • When you’re out with friends and all you do is talk about them and check your phone.
  • You’re unable to enjoy anything unless they are there.
  • When they’re away, you’re hopelessly miserable and much to the annoyance of your friends, you complain constantly.

A friend had started dating someone new and they were attached at the lips from the start. All her free moments were dedicated to her beau. Inside of three weeks, she was already a “we” person. “We are going away together”, “We don’t like to eat there” etc. Incredibly annoying. He went away on holiday for two weeks and it was a complete disaster. My interesting, sociable friend had transformed into this Golum-like creature, hibernating in her room hankering for her precious to return.

The reason this is a problem is that it eventually progresses to ruination. No one likes to feel the weight of someone who is dependent on them. It will all come crashing down. And for my friend it did. She plagued him with calls while he was away and sulked when he didn’t message her back. When he returned from his holiday he instantly broke it off.

The key is to strike a balance between enjoying the first flush of a relationship and regulating time for yourself. It’s attractive to have your own thing going on, whether it’s career-related, sports or even just shopping. Just something to focus on and enjoy independently of the other person. Have your own plans and move to your own beat instead of someone else’s.

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Blondes Prefer Gentlemen

Monday, July 4th, 2011

It has been an amazing weekend for sport. We saw our hopes of an Englishman winning Wimbledon defeated by Murray when he lost against Nadal, reminding us that he is English after all and therefore couldn’t possibly win. Then lovely Nadal lost his title at the hands of powerful Serb, Djokovic. However, what really had my attention was the Haye Vs. Klitschko fight on Saturday night.

My dad first introduced me to boxing and I’ve watched it for as long as I can remember. He took me to see Prince Naseem fight. The speed and gracefulness of his style had me under his spell. I loved what was primal in boxing – two men fighting for the top spot, pitting their strength and wits to the test. Even better still was the restraint, technique and discipline that separates an art form from a fight down the local pub.

Can the gentleman always triumph over the bad guy?

It came as no surprise that I was to date a professional boxer at some point. It was always on the cards I think. The self-assuredness, bordering on plain arrogance, the dedication and gentleman-like demeanor meant I was instantly attracted. I remembered him as I sat watching the Haye fight on Saturday. Like a good British girl, I was of course supporting our homegrown champ (could we really allow yet another Eastern European sporting victory?!). Haye had all the makings of a world champion. Confident, competent and full of promises. He was after Klitschko’s head.

As round followed round, it quickly became apparent that Haye was well out of his depth. Not only did he fail to deliver his famous “Hayemaker” but he was barely able to hit him. Resorting to running at him in mad brawl-like launches, he lost points on lack of skill. Klitschko remained composed and though he took a few hits, he clearly had a clever game plan and stuck to it. I was drawn to Haye’s arrogance like a girl who shouldn’t love the bad boy but I couldn’t help but secretly wish for Klitschko to knock him down.

When the match finished and the Ukrainian was declared the Heavyweight World Champion, Haye took to an embarrassing display of excuses about a little toe and was forced to bow his head after breaking his promise. And you know what, I was reminded why I don’t date the boxer anymore. Cocky, arrogant, full of promises and when failing to deliver, full of just as many excuses. A gentleman-like demeanor but never a gentleman and unlike his sport he was very ungraceful. Klitschko on the other hand, was noble to the end and with his brother proudly in the ring beside him holding his title belts, he was charming to the core. Haye and his little toe and bad excuses limped off and my faith in his ability along with him. Has the gentleman finally restored order and proved the nice guy can finish first? Possibly. I think a trip to Eastern Europe is in order.

Sshhh! We have a birthday party coming up soon. Watch this space for more details.

A Doctor’s Wife Doesn’t Wear Lace Shorts

Friday, June 17th, 2011
Lace Shorts The Kooples

The Original Offenders

The war between the sexes is an ongoing battle. I don’t think we’ll ever completely call a truce. But one brawl I thought had been left behind in the 90’s is the fight over style and what we wear. Apparently not.

A colleague had just treated herself to a stunning pair of on trend lace shorts. Amidst compliments and gasping ooo’s and ahhh’s from her friends, she revelled in the appreciation of her latest purchase. When she went home and showed her fiance he looked at her and after a pensive pause he said, “Doctors’ wives don’t wear lace shorts.” Full stop thank you very much.

Had he seen her wearing those lace shorts in a club before they were dating, upon spying her long perfectly toned and tanned pins, they would have been the object that would have attracted the moth to the flame. Now that my colleague and her beau are graduating to the next stage of their relationship – marriage – the supposedly provocative shorts are deemed inappropriate. What would the other doctors say…

We also have to look at the other side of the coin here. Perhaps, it’s not the short shorts that were the offending article but the fact that they were made of lace. Please correct me if I’m wrong men, but I believe this fabric, especially on the nether regions, is typically associated with underwear. The shorts are also black. Black lace. Our doctor could be forgiven here for making the association between his bride-to-be in her lace underwear that’s for his eyes only and her in her little lace shorts in public.

What this seems to mark for my colleague is a change in attitude and expectation. When you make that transition from love/girlfriend to wife/mother, you’re expected to live up to the seriousness and responsibility of that role. And you’d better dress the part! Twin-set and pearls anyone?

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The Dating Monologues: It’s All In The Past?

Thursday, May 12th, 2011

One of my favourite things about dating is getting to meet new people, go new places and a change can sometimes be just what you need. You’re bored of your tried and tested routines with ex partners and you decide it’s time for something different. Great! Whilst you look to the future and embrace all that’s new, can you really stop history from repeating itself?

I remember writing about my good friend Jane who rendezvoued with an ex for old times sake – she bitterly regretted it afterwards. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Say you dated someone who loved a particular movie or restaurant and you watched and ate in those same places. You enjoyed those experiences immensely. You’re no longer dating that person but with the next person you date you suggest watching that same movie, eating in that same restaurant. It’s ok, you were introduced to two new experiences and you liked them so you incorporated them into your own dating ritual. Is there anything wrong here?

The Dating Monologues

I've danced this dance a million times, but not only with you!

When you’re in that restaurant with your new date, do you think of your old flame? Whilst they are trying those scallops you recommended (you were also recommended them once upon a time), are you remembering that last amazing date or just enjoying a good restaurant? I think it’s only natural you would think of them. Having been something of a ritual between you and your ex, are you living your old relationship with your new date?

The reason this has all come to mind is because I was discussing a problem a friend of mine was having with a new boyfriend. They had gotten to the stage of calling each other nicknames (my reaction=wincing) and whilst out with some people she ran into his ex (small town, sigh). Anyway, it emerged that the nickname was not unique to my friend but had instead been appropriated to her. Was then, her boyfriend simply filling a gap his ex had left? What else I wonder had he done? That song that meant something to them both, was that also the same song he used to play for his ex??

I think I’ve also been guilty of referencing things from old relationships in new ones. Yes I did like that song, I still do. That bar served the best mojitos, it still does. These things don’t change but relationships do. Do I refract old experiences through my new dates? Probably. Maybe not to the extent of my friend’s boyfriend who clearly still has feelings for his ex and is using my poor friend as a void filler, but the past is still there it doesn’t go away. However it does make you question what on earth you’re doing when you’re re-living old dates.

There’s so many different places to go to, each probably just as good if not better than your favourite. There’s always new music, new bars and if you’re that way inclined, new nicknames you can invent. Dating someone new is a fresh opportunity to experience new things and explore new places. When you’re choosing a restaurant why not try the one you’ve always been meaning to go to? That weekend break you saw reviewed in a magazine -go! That way, when you start something new with someone, it really is new and not just a case of history repeating.

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