Regular readers of my blog know my feelings on online dating: quick pulls are guaranteed, but in my experience, the quality of the women you meet are lower than those you pull in real life. As I always tell my friends, women who are online and single are single for a reason.
I was listening to the Tom Leykis show not too long ago when he discussed the results of a new study on online dating. Finally, researchers are catching on to what I knew long ago: closing a chick you meet online is probably the easiest scenario to get laid. If you can’t bag a Match.com chick, your game is really bad. Conversely, if you think you can get good at bagging chicks in real life by “practicing” online, you’ll also be disappointed. They’re two distinct skill sets with little in common. The setting where you meet her is as important as anything else.
In a nutshell, the article states,
ONE third of women who meet someone online have sex on the first date, and three quarters of these do not use a condom, according to a new survey.
This article is a step in the right direction, though the the “one-third” figure is laughably low. In reality, I suspect the percentage is closer to around 75%. Granted, this survey is based in Australia and while I am not familiar with the sexual norms there, I find it hard to believe there’s a more sexually repressed, first-world country than the good ‘ol US of A.
In explaining this phenomenon, the article includes silly quotes such as:
“People do feel more comfortable with each other when they’ve had lots of conversations online, whether it’s through RSVP, Facebook, or any online social network,” she said. “If you think ‘I know that person, I’m sure they’re safe’, you’re less likely to use a condom.”
Really? In my experience, the more you chat online, the lesser the chance you’ll eventually meet offline. It’s sort of like in real life when a guy thinks that by staying her friend for years and years and years, things will magically turn sexual somehow. Nice in theory and even makes sense, but it just doesn’t work. As for the lack of condom use…c’mon people. Sex without condoms feels better than sex with condoms. That’s why people don’t use them. Don’t get me wrong: I totally support and promote their use as they’re still the best protection against STDs. I never go anywhere without my Magnum XLs. That said, the excuses and reasoning these researchers use is ridiculous and further evidence of how little sex they actually get.
Now, on to the actual lay report:
I have not broken my oath in swearing off online dating, but a new site from the makers of OK Cupid, Crazy Blind Date, could potentially become the Domino’s Pizza of sexual hookups. Here’s the difference: You can select the criteria of what you’re looking for: age, height, body type, ethnicity, smoking/nonsmoking, and a few other silly criteria. The drawback is you can’t see their picture, which presents with a host of risks right there. Hence, you’re truly going on a blind date. The cool thing is the guy can select the venue from a list of choices. So, you can hypothetically set it up so you’re available several nights in the same week and if they match you, you’ll get an email and text message telling you someone’s willing to meet up for an impromptu date. That’s exactly what happened to me late last week.
I’m sitting at my computer typing up this paper when I get an email telling me that HB_Blind_Date is willing to meet me in an hour at this ice cream parlor 10 min. from my place. I of course accept and 30 minutes before the date, the makers of the site allow you to text each other while hiding your actual phone numbers. After ironing out some logistics, I slap on some clothes, turn off the black bros/white hoes porn, and go off to the next adventure!
I approach the ice cream parlor with trepidation as this girl could look like the off-spring of Roseanne Barr. Luckily, she was pretty cute with brown hair and large boobies. I greet her with a warm hug and I get to work.
The Dicknotist: “C’mon. Let’s roll. I’m not having ice cream at 11 PM. I know this great lounge around the corner.”
I have never actually been to this place before, though I have always wanted to check it out. We sit down and I go out of my way to make myself comfortable. There’s an unlit candle in front of us and I go through a good five matches trying to light the damn thing. One of the doormen sees the spectacle, we lock eyes, and we start horsing around. We’re doing all kinds of silly match tricks in the lounge while my date is laughing it all up and everyone else watches in stunned amusement. Moments like this are key. Most of this game is all about letting go of your inhibitions. At one point, I dare him to light a match and put it out on his tongue. I was actually joking, but to my surprise, he lit one up and put it out it out on his tongue! Meanwhile, this super-nice Indian chick is our waitress and I sense she’s a bit into me, so I immediately start testing some compliance. I order my usual drink and when she asks if everything’s ok, I tell her, “there’s no where near enough vodka in this! Dump half the drink out and fill the rest of it with Vodka.” To my delight, she went and did exactly as I said.
After 30 minutes of all these shenanigans, I start getting stir crazy and am ready to fuck…and from the way she reciprocated my kino, namely sensually rubbing my hand back and allowing me to rest on her shoulder, I knew she was ready too. I flag down the waitress and ask for the check. After I pop the credit card in the card holder, I again lock eyes with her as she’s hovering about and point to the credit card. To everyone’s amusement, she misinterpreted my pointing and took away our finished drinks! Somehow, I have to get her on a reality show entitled, “The World’s Most Smartest Waitress!”
Finally the drinks are paid and I just announce, “Let’s go!” I learn she also lives close by and I just tell her, “I’m gonna walk you home.” Again, moments like this are key. I didn’t ask her if I could walk her home. I told her I was walking her home. This distinction is the subtle difference between the 33% of Aussie guys who end the night with a cum shot and the 67% of them who end with a kiss.
At this point, we’re in her apartment and hanging in the kitchen when I just go straight for her bedroom. I turn out the lights and start kissing her. Remember, I don’t kiss a woman until we’re in isolation. Also, the turning off of the lights is huge: few women are comfortable fucking in full lighting, especially the first time. I have gotten emails from guys who miss this crucial detail.
Finally, our clothes are off when I encounter much resistance, but not from my date…from her dog! She keeps her dog in her room and he was wagging its tail and enjoying the action. When I began to lay my date on the bed, the dog jumps up behind her.
My first thought: “Am I getting AMOGed by a fucking dog?!”
Luckily, I am pretty good with dogs and I lead him off the bed, laid her down, and gave her some EMDR therapy: Enhanced Magnetic Dicknotism Reprocessing. And yes, the dog was there cheering us on the whole night!