Short and Sweet

July 5th, 2008

Life is short–it waits for no one. Remember that the next time you hesitate about going up to that woman you want to meet or you are about to give a guy the wrong number because he doesn’t have the right shoes. If I died today, I would die happy, knowing that I have always put the best foot forward, made myself go for it when I was nervous or self-conscious, and “sucked the marrow from the bone of life.” Can you say the same? If not, it’s time to make some changes, don’t you think?

Happy July 4th

July 3rd, 2008

Might be a little late w/these week’s column; vball tournament on the beach today. Priorities… but, I’ll try to use something that happens in the tournament for the column. Enjoy yourself and try not to blow off all your fingers.

Ladies, is it Us… or You?

June 26th, 2008

I am currently talking with a popular women’s magazine about doing something with my top-50 list idea for their FOB (”front of book”) section, which led me to a list of women’s mags. I play beach vball on Wed nights w/a team of all women. They spend a great deal of time scoping out other girls on the beach and complaining about their bodies. If they see too many tight hotties, they decide not to eat or drink after the match. Eventually the conversation blames men for them not being able to eat and so forth. Really? I never said a word. I never pointed out any other women on the beach.

You will never see men scope out other men at the beach. We scope out women. You will never see men buy a magazine that has a man on the front instead of a half-naked women, an athlete, or a car. Women do all these things. So who puts all that pressure on you, ladies? You or us? Here is a quick link to a list of the top-20 mags for women. Notice the pictures on the covers: 

http://www.allyoucanread.com/Top20/index.asp?idCat=20

Now a link to a list of the top-20 mags for men:

http://www.allyoucanread.com/Top20/index.asp?idCat=13

Notice any similarities? Both sets of mags feature scantily clad women on the front covers. In fact, the ones on the women’s mags are often even more scantily clad, revealing, and frankly–from a guy’s POV–sexually more appealing.

So again, who puts the pressure on you? Us or you? Come, you know who it really is; quit blaming us.

Experts Never Make Mistakes…

June 19th, 2008

I was recognized the other night (a rarity). A woman came over to my table while I was on a date and complimented me on my book and advice. She told my date, “It must be very refreshing to be out with a guy who never makes a mistake and has all the answers.”

Huh? Experts don’t have all the answers; experts continually search for the answers and share the knowledge they gather on their journey. It’s easiest to see in scientists such as Einstein and Newton–always searching for answers and changing equations and hypotheses as they learned more about science. While it’s true I haven’t made any big mistakes in years, I did make one just within the last month.

In February I met a pretty woman at a friend’s birthday party at a bar. She mentioned she was looking for more competitive volleyball so I got her email and told her I’d let her know when I needed a sub (I play three nights a week and constantly need female subs). I didn’t talk to her much but when I needed a sub two days later, I sent her an email. She subbed but I missed the match because I took a date to the Blackhawks’ game. The scouting report on her (we’ll call her “Sheree”) was that she was good and very personable; I should pick her up full-time when a spot opened. I am always somewhat skeptical of scouting reports because guys will often give a pretty woman rave reviews because they want her on the team so they can hit on her; no doubt Sheree has experienced this and is wary. (From a team captain’s perspective, people dating on a team is a pain in the ass! Fights show up on the court, one refuses to play or set the other or some dumbass thing. Sadly, most people aren’t mature enough to make it work. I always tell guys who ask about a woman, “Remember, if it doesn’t work out, you’re far more replaceable than she.”) I became curious to see her play myself before inviting her to join full-time and invited her to sub a few times a week for like two months straight. Of course, we chatted back and forth a little in our emails–”What are you up to this wknd?” “My father is sick,” “How was your wknd?” and so forth. I threw in some harmless flirting (can’t help myself) and we got to know each other a little. I threw a few invites to get some food during the week her way to help keep in touch but she was always on the road for work. (Of course, I couldn’t very well tell her I wanted her to sub in particular because I wanted to see if she was any good!)

Finally, she was able to sub again and I got to see her play. She was a good player and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone have more fun playing volleyball or met anyone who was easier to get along with on the court. She never got frustrated or irritated. Yup, she would be a great addition to any team. That night I asked her where she lived because I had a feeling she lived in a zone for which I wanted parking passes (in Chicago, many neighborhoods are zoned and you can’t park without the proper parking pass; residents in that hood can get daily parking passes and I live right on the border of two zones, so I like to get daily passes from zone residents so I can park as needed). I also asked for one of her friend’s last name, as I have plenty of “Jen’s” in my cell and needed to start putting in last names to know who the hell was who.

The team hit the bar, where Sheree was just as personable as she was on the court. For the first time, I found myself kind of interested in her; however, I was jabbering with my buddy Mike and didn’t really give it too much thought. As she was taking off, though, I did ask if I could give her a call, just in case. “Sure.”

Now came one of the most hated dilemmas in the dating world for guys–you haven’t talked to someone enough to gauge your level of interest and you don’t feel like you’ve had quite enough conversation to ask her out, even if you did. If you snooze, you lose–suppose you don’t see the woman for another four months and then find out you are interested, only to learn she is now dating someone? (Sheree is pretty and personable; not the kind of woman to stay single for long.) It’s one of the few situations I detest. Also, because I wanted Sheree for future volleyball teams, if I was interested I wanted to ask her out before she joined a team, not after; I didn’t want her to think I put her on the team with ulterior motives in mind. I figured I wouldn’t worry about it. If I didn’t see her over the next few weeks, I’d invite her to a simple dinner on a weeknight or something innocent that popped up. End of story.

As luck had it (or possibly misfortune), I got a voucher for two to a musical (free passes from my editor). I invited Sheree, never stopping to think she might see that as a big date. (I never use a voucher, offered to me all the time, for a first date; it’s tacky! What woman wants to think a guy thinks so little of her that he doesn’t want to spend any money on her for a first date? I only use one for friends or innocent engagements. It never occurred to me that Sheree might not have the same reasoning.)

Sheree declined but thanked me. Suddenly all emails stopped and she didn’t reply to any of my offers to sub. (Until then she had always promptly responded.) Uh oh… Even when I emailed her that a woman we had chatted about who was like a second mother to me died, she didn’t reply. Not so much as an “I’m sorry.” (It actually pissed me off for a little while; that’s pretty cold.) That seemed very out of character for her. I thought about it and realized from her perspective things looked weird. I asked her to sub all the time, I asked where she lived (then the conversation took a different direction and I forgot to mention the parking passes), and I asked for her friend’s last name (was I trying to find out where she lived, too?). Then I invite her to a musical the first chance I get after only the second time I met her. Um… yeah, I look like a creep who had ulterior motives all along, which she’s probably experienced previously. Suddenly, every email I sent, every call, every question, was merely an insincere excuse to have contact with her. As soon as I saw it from her POV, I shot her a short email joking about it, clearing it up, and inviting her to sub. (Typically, when I have miscommunications, I just point ‘em out and usually they resolve.) Unfortunately, she still didn’t reply and so it probably served only to make matters worse.

Okay, as an expert, what do I do next? Nothing. I’m totally screwed. Any email I send her will be interpreted as an excuse to talk to her and stalkerish; however, if I stop communicating with her, it is proof that I was only interested in her all along because as soon as she declined the musical I stopped emailing and calling. Even if I email her to get the parking passes, it’s an elaborate ploy to connect. So, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. All I can do is hope she sees me in volleyball circles on the beach over the summer, where she notices I’m having a lot of fun and socialize and play with a lot of women. (Hell, I even have several teams on which I’m the only guy!) Over time, along with a few friendly brief conversations on the beach, she’ll hopefully realize I’m not some sort of goofy, insincere creep-of-a-guy who just screwed up by showing his cards too soon. Actually, the entire incident will give me more insight into her personality–is she understanding? Does she take a moment to see the situation from the other side’s POV, as I did? I’m guessing “yes” to both of those, since I’ve already run into her a few times on the beach. She’s been friendly and social, although I could see she was a little hesitant and skeptical (probably a little afraid I was going to recite a sonnet I wrote for her or sing or something, revealing the love I’ve had for her since we met! Ah… no). It’s a little uncomfortable (actually sucky) for me because I can’t be my typical flirtatious and outgoing self.

So, if this happens to you, that’s my advice: sit and wait. Let the woman see you as your normal self and you’ll resolve any misunderstandings. Do not continue to send emails or call, trying to fix things–you’ll just look more and more stalkerish and she probably won’t even read the emails or listen to the voicemails. Do not ask mutual friends to put in a word for you–you just look non-confident (if they speak up on your behalf on their own, that’s fine; you just don’t want them to say, “Ian asked me to…”). I’m not saying it will be easy; it won’t. No one knows that more than me. I’m extremely tenacious (you have to be to get a book out, be one of the most sought comedians of your day, etc), so when I anticipate or see a problem, I want to fix it immediately. Remember, though, your actions will be met with a lot of mistrust by many women.

I must admit, it’s pretty sad for me to make such a basic oversight. I am usually very good about considering POV because I had to as a comedian in order to have some kind of normalcy in my life. (Most entertainers–musicians, comedians, actors, whatever–who start young in the biz never find normalcy in their lives; enter eating disorders, alcohol, and drugs. At most, you’re only on stage for a few hours a night. Without normalcy, how do you fill the rest of that time? For guys, you turn to drugs, aclohol, and empty sex; I wanted to avoid those pitfalls.) It’s the little things that provide normalcy, so I focused on them. I had to consider POV to be effective. My biggest challenges were birthdays, Valentine’s Days, and Christmases. I made sure I had a date for every V-day and my birthdays. Those are typically big deals for dates. They become amplified when it’s going to be your only date, you know? So I had to learn to work with women to get them to realize that they were just ordinary days and all was cool. I didn’t want them latching onto me and didn’t want them to think the date was something serious for me. Around Christmas, I like to hit A Christmas Carol at The Goodman Theater in Chi-Town. However, that’s a huge first date for a lot of women but when you’re only in town for three days and you want to see the show, see a woman you met, and see your family and friends, it’s not like you have time to have a date and see the show separately. I found success only by considering POV. Once you realize someone’s POV, you can usually squash it as being built upon nothing. For example, a date would think hitting The Goodman was a big first date loaded with pressure because of the price of tickets. So, I invited my date with a simple, “I hate to be cheap but let’s hit The Goodman for Christmas Carol.”

“That’s not cheap! Those tickets are expensive.”

“Naw, that’s only in your head. It’s like $100 to go; if we go to dinner and have wine, I can easily drop over $200. So, I’m being cheap and I apologize.”

That’s all it took for a woman to see the misconception about hitting a nice theater for a first date. So, you can imagine how stupid I must have felt when I realized my oversight with Sheree.

I’ve become good friends with women who I’ve had such miscommunications with and even dated some. Only once the issue wasn’t resolved and that was because the woman was immature, not understanding, and completely self-absorbed. In her case, I dodged a bullet; she’s not someone who would make a good friend or anything else. In any case, if you take the prescribed route, it will turn out for the better… although it may not seem like it right away.

Excerpt from Next Book

June 13th, 2008

I think my next book will be a list of things you didn’t know about the average guy and I already begun pitching it. Here is the excerpt I am using to pitch:

(sorry for the format; I pasted it from Word and the CSS w/Wordpress is a pain in the ass; why must developers always try to anticipate all our needs instead of just letting us choose? Talk about annoying!) 

15 & 16 – Know Your Audience 15) If you don’t want us to stare at your breasts, stop wearing shirts three sizes too small or having your twins pop up half-way out of your top or dress… on second thought, don’t stop doing that; we won’t stare anymore, I promise. 16) There are only seven colors—blue, red, brown, green, purple, orange, and yellow (in order of importance). Describing something as canary, burgundy, fuchsia (I had to have a woman spell it), or chestnut is the equivalent of a dork describing to you what the Romulans did to the Klingons (I had to have a dork spell it) on planet K-9 in episode 14 of Star Trek, season 2. We don’t grimace, though, because while

you babble about colors that don’t exist, it provides us with the perfect opportunity to stare mindlessly at your breasts.

 There’s an old, very important adage in standup comedy—“Know your audience.” This astute advice is true for all areas of life. Ever been to a 10:30PM showing of a horror flick and right before the movie starts, some stupid couple walks in with their two-year-old kid? Clearly, they have failed to recognize their audience. A horror show is completely inappropriate for a toddler and nobody else at the theater wants one crying throughout the film, making it impossible for them to focus on the movie. Failing to “know your audience” is a big problem in the dating and relationship arena. Guys take a lot of heat for not knowing their audience but truthfully, women fail to be aware of their audience on an even larger scale.
          A few years ago, I was on a date with a pretty blonde (we’ll call her Shelly). We went to a bar to watch a team of her volleyball students play a match on an indoor sand pit. As luck had it, the bar was showing some annual, big World Wide Wrestling event. We could not find a table anywhere, as the bar was packed with skinny geeks like a can of sardines. (Who knew skinny geeks followed wrestling? I thought they spent all their time at home, trying to build beautiful robotic women.) Of course, Shelly caught the leer of every guy in the joint. The geekiest geek in the room sat at a table by himself. Upon seeing a slender blonde standing around with nowhere to sit, he managed to squeak out (literally) an invite for Shelly to grab a seat at his table. We thanked him and sat down. After he worked up enough courage, he started to ask Shelly questions. “Do you like wrestling?”
          “No.”
          “Oh… why not?”
          “It just doesn’t interest me at all.”
          “Oh.”
          The geek then spent the next forty minutes explaining to Shelly who all the wrestlers were, recited their bios, and regurgitated a bunch of descriptive wrestling injuries (at which point she nearly regurgitated her lunch). What was his problem? He was nervous, which caused him to fallback on a topic he knew very well in order to engage in conversation. Unfortunately, in so doing, he completely ignored his audience: Shelly told him she had no interest in wrestling. He never should have brought it up again, let alone go into a forty-minute rant about the topic!
          Believe it or not, women do the exact same thing when it comes to guys: You often forget your audience. Why isn’t it as apparent? Look above—“We don’t grimace, though, because while you babble about colors that don’t exist, it provides us with the perfect opportunity to stare mindlessly at your breasts.”
          When we men forget our audience, we suffer immediately. We don’t get a date, get the woman’s number, a goodnight kiss, get a second date, or get laid. You women have a much lower threshold for listening to things you don’t care about and won’t tolerate it. You’ll shoo men away or head to the restroom with your friends, choosing to reconvene in a completely different area of the bar when you return. Even if you are dating or married to someone, you are far less tolerant of his opinion than he is of yours. Disagree? Who has the final say over wallpaper or paint color? Furniture? Ever throw out some of his old clothes in disgust? Has he ever dared to toss any of your outfits that he doesn’t like?
          When you women forget your audience, you don’t suffer immediately, so your oversight is not immediately apparent. Unfortunately, this sets you up for greater pain and suffering, often delivered as a blindsiding blow. Why do we tolerate it when you forget we’re your audience? It’s not just the hope of seeing you naked (which admittedly plays a big role); it’s the realization that you are often too busy imagining who you want us to be instead of being sensitive to who we actually are. It’s a trait of women that boyfriends and husbands learn to accept.
          When you start to pay attention to your audience, you will quickly realize that you have become much more apt at distinguishing the bad apples from the good. For example, have you ever met a guy and he asks you some questions about yourself? You tell him what your hobbies are and he starts taking on the same hobbies? I had a friend do this very thing with a woman he met at his gym. She told him which yoga, pilates, and spinning classes she took. She also shared with him the times and days she swam laps. He joined all the same classes and started swimming laps at the same times. They started to date and once they were an item, he immediately dropped all those activities. She went around complaining, “He changed.” (Sound familiar?)  
          Remember your audience and think about my friend as a guy. A guy in a pilates class? Spinning and yoga? Highly suspicious. What’s even more suspect—by far—is the fact that he didn’t join one of these classes until after he learned she was in them. He also didn’t join just one; he joined them all. When a guy does this kind of thing, you have to ask yourself “why?” He wants to see you and size you up, so he knows when it’s best to make his move. He wants to keep other guys at the gym from making a move on you (referred to among men as “cock blocking”). By failing to recognize her audience, the girl at the gym began to fall for my friend. She thought it was endearing that he joined the same classes. She thought they had a lot in common. Of course, after a few months of dating, he ended it and she was left very hurt. 
          If your audience is going to a show he doesn’t want to see, such as joining a pilates class or hanging out with you at a gay bar you like to frequent, he is feigning interest. He is a bad apple with some serious lack-of-confidence issues. He’s also suffocating. If your audience passes on pilates or the gay bar, but wants to meet up with you afterward for a drink, he is a good apple. He is interested but not a faker. He is confident. He’s not worried about having to cock block. You’ll realize that a good audience member doesn’t become interested in your particular show until after you start to date. This is because as he dates you, he becomes interested in knowing more about you and wants to share more with you. So, he will hit a pilates class once in a while or swim with you. (The gay bar-thing will probably never happen.) 
          Be warned: recognizing your audience will shock you. You will do a 180 when it comes to reading men. You’ll quickly learn that the ones you thought were good apples are bad, and the ones you thought were creeps are actually good apples. Back when I prowled for women, I would occasionally meet one who didn’t share a single interest with me; but, for whatever reason, I wanted her badly. I literally would say something like, “I have to tell you, I really don’t care what you’re talking about; I just really want to do this—“ then I would kiss her. I might even say, “I just really want you, like I can’t believe how badly I want you. It’s weird because usually I’m not drawn to a woman unless we have a lot in common.”
          I once subbed for a volleyball team and became immediately drawn to the referee. She was in her mid-thirties and I was in my late twenties. We shared some interests but mostly I just wanted her… extremely wanted her. I felt like I was going to explode. I told her on more than one occasion that we had to have sex because there was just too much sexual tension between us. We fooled around a few times but she always put an end to it when I started to pull off her clothes. This went on for two years before neither one of us could stand it any longer. We were kissing in a parking lot one day when she said, “We should go back to your place and do this right.”
          I was shocked… and still somewhat skeptical. We went back to my place and till this day, it is some of the best sex I’ve ever had. It was very heated and went on for hours, simply because of all the tension we had built up over the two years.
          No doubt, many of you reading this would label me as a creep or jerk. Once you recognize your audience, though, you’ll realize that when I told a woman I just wanted to have sex with her, I was being straightforward and respectful. If she wasn’t interested—or she was disgusted—we simply parted ways; no one was hurt because no one had been misled. If a guy says he just wants to have sex, you might be offended, but that will quickly fade. (Figure one beer should take care of it.) It’s the guy who feigns interest, becomes a friend to lower your defenses and to time everything just right, or upon meeting you seems to be overwhelmingly interested in girly things—like the color canary or all the furniture you bought at Ikea or the knickknacks you got at Pier One, who is really the creep. He’s the one setting you up for a world of hurt because he is only interested in seeing you naked, too. Unlike me, though, he doesn’t have the confidence to realize it’s okay if he doesn’t sleep with every woman he wants and he doesn’t respect you enough to be honest. To him, you are just a pretty face with nice legs, breasts and a butt, not a person with feelings; thus, it is okay if he lies, manipulates, and maneuvers to nail you and then casts you aside. To me, you are a person who has feelings and it is not acceptable for me to prey upon those feelings or mislead you in any manner. In short, when it comes to me, whether we have sex or not is our decision. In his case, whether you have sex or not is only his decision.
          I realize to most of you it appears as the exact opposite but you could not be further from the truth. Think about the times you’ve been hurt; the times your relationships have failed. Did you ever feel misled? Betrayed? Bewildered? Now think about if the guy did a 180 once you started to date. Did he turn out not to be who you thought he was or who he pretended to be? Would you have seen this more clearly ahead of time had you considered your audience?
          If you’re looking for a good, long-term relationship, you must remember your audience. In so doing, you will weed out both the creeps (the ones who feign interest) and the guys who are honest about just wanting sex (good guys but not on the same page as you). You are left with the guys who have sincere interest in some of the things you like, too. These are the guys you want to date when you find yourself interested in them. They are easy to spot because they are engaged in the conversation—they have input and maintain a dialogue. The fakers of interest only listen and ask an occasional (usually lame) question because they can’t engage in dialogue—they don’t have any actual knowledge or opinion on the topic. (Also, you’ll catch them staring at you or your breasts far more often than a guy with sincere interest. People work hard to maintain eye contact when they are pretending to listen; those actually listening tend to gesture, look away, and gaze up in pondering thought when you say something that makes them think.) It all starts with remembering your audience.

Five Keys to Guarantee Your First Date Ends in a Proposal

June 5th, 2008

 

Uh-oh, it’s here.  You met him out at a party or at a bar or dancing at your night job.  He called you a few times.  You’ve agreed to go on a date with him and now date night is here.  What should you do?  Call him and tell him that you need to wash your hair?  That your cat has a hairball and you just can’t leave her alone?  Hey, don’t sweat it!  Here are five guaranteed keys to a successful first date:

 

1)  When he asks you where you want to go for dinner, just tell him anywhere works for you.  Men don’t like women with an opinion.  Don’t say anything, even if you’ve had that kind of food recently.  For example, if he suggests Chinese food, just say, “That’s fine,” even though you’ve had Chinese food the last three days as leftovers from your visit to a Chinese restaurant four days ago.  Simply don’t eat anything when your food arrives.  When he asks why you’re not eating, reply, “Oh, I’ve actually had Chinese the last four days.”  He’ll love hearing that!

 

“Why didn’t you say anything when I suggested Chinese?”

Just shrug and giggle.  “Oh, don’t worry; it’s fine.”

Guys love cute, empty-headed girls with no opinion who don’t eat, no matter how much money they’ve spent on her meal.

 

2)  Answer your cell phone continuously and send text messages every chance you get.  Give excuses.

 

“I have to see how my best friend’s date is going.”

“I need to see who was eliminated from Idol.”

“I wonder what shows I’m missing right now.  I need to check.”

“These guys wanted to meet up with me later.  I need to see where they’re going to be.”

 

This will make you appear to be busy, important person, and to be a social butterfly, which is exactly what men look for in a woman.

 

3)  Ask why he’s still single.  This is a wonderful question that people love to have sprung upon them.  It also brings the date to a complete halt by disturbing the momentum of the date.  You want to break the flow or momentum to a date as much as possible.  Forget that you know the answer he will give is, “I just haven’t met the right person, yet;” ask anyway.

 

4)  Dress provocatively, preferably in something low-cut.  Reveal as much of your breasts as possible.  This will help him focus on the conversation during dinner.  Also be certain to ask how much everything cost.  If he’s not willing to drop at least two hundred dollars on you on your first date, he’s a cheap ass and he does not deserve a second date.

 

5)  When he drops you off at home, call him as soon as you get inside.  Put your cat on the phone to say goodnight.  A good man will feel the instant strong bond to your pet that you feel, accepting it with the same amount of love and importance.  No man would pretend to like listening to your cat purring on the phone just to get laid.

 

If you follow these techniques, your date will propose to you by the time your cat is done purring to him for the night.  Tell him you’ll think about it; you don’t want to appear to be over anxious!

    

Men are “jerks;” Women are “bitches”

May 28th, 2008

We hear it all the time. “Men are just jerks” and “Women are bitches.” Whenever guys don’t behave the way a woman wants, she or her friends almost always dismiss the guy as “being a jerk.” When a woman doesn’t do what a guy wants, she is a “bitch.” Is it true? Are most of us men “just jerks?” Are women “bitches?” Mostly, no we’re not; the problem is simply a matter of perspective. Ninety percent of the problems in the dating and relationship world stem from failing to consider the other gender’s perspective. And little “expert” advice encourages us to do so.

For all you women who experience this, and there are a lot, pay attention: You meet a guy. He says he isn’t interested in dating anyone. You have a good conversation. He asks for your number. You give it to him. He calls a few times. You have a few dinners. You end up in bed together. This goes on for a while, then after a month or two you start talking about your relationship and he bails after retorting, “I told you I wasn’t interested in dating anyone.” What a jerk! Ah, nope, afraid not; instead of dismissing him as being a jerk, consider his perspective. He tells you upfront he doesn’t want to date anyone. Later, he asks for your digits. You give him your number. In his mind you just told him you are cool with some potential simple slap and tickle. He didn’t lie to you, he didn’t mislead you; he told you exactly where he stands. I know in your head you might be thinking, “Oh, he asked for my number because I am starting to get him interested in dating… now he’s calling… now he’s asking me to dinner… he’s getting more and more interested.” Nope, he’s getting closer to the slap and tickle. If you don’t want that, when a guy says he isn’t interested in dating anyone and later asks for your digits, simply respond, “Thanks but you said you weren’t interested in dating anyone, so I’m gonna pass.” It’s a no-brainer when you consider his perspective.

If you start to consider the other sex’s perspective, you’ll quickly see that we are “not jerks” and “bitches.” For example, a lot of times we men don’t call after sex because you lied and we lost interest. The woman who had green eyes, a 36-C cup, a tight ass, and I didn’t know smoked when we left the bar, just came out of my bathroom naked with brown eyes, a pair of double A’s, a fat butt, and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, now that she had removed her colored contacts, extreme push up bra, and three sizes too tight pair of jeans. We still sleep with you on the spot because… well, it would be rude not to. But don’t expect a call from us, ever. You’re the one who misled us, not the other way around.

Flipping it on its ear, a lot of guys call women “bitches” because when they approach these women and say something witty like, “My friend wants to meet you,” the women tell them they are “lame.” How rude of them. Again, consider the woman’s perspective. She and her friends take time to decide where they are going to go to meet guys. They get dressed up. They carefully choose between a dozen different pairs of earrings, several skirts, and thirty different shoes. In short, they put effort into going out and drawing attention. They want guys who approach to show some effort with some original ice-breakers and to be confident. “My friend wants to meet you?” Ooh, how clever and original, plus your friend sounds like a real confident man, sending you over to talk to women he likes. Score! Sorry to piss on your wet dream but she’s not a “bitch;” she just doesn’t want you cock blocking the guys she wants to meet and that’s totally fair.

Or maybe you buy a woman drinks all night, so you think she owes you her time, attention, and maybe more; please, like you wouldn’t turn down a free drink. She’s not a “bitch” for taking your drinks and then not giving you any action; she’s smart and thrifty.
The more attention you give the other gender’s perspective, the better you’ll relate and the more success you’ll have with whatever it is you’re after—dating, marriage, sex, increasing your Beanie Babies collection, getting a good reference for a job, whatever. And guess what? Dating and meeting people actually becomes fun, instead of a chore.

Why Can’t She be Ready On Time?!

May 22nd, 2008

“Why can’t my girlfriend be ready on time? Why does she insist on always making us late for everything? Why can’t she be ready when she knows days, weeks, or even months in advance that we have an event to attend?”

It’s a complaint many men have about their women, which can quickly become a point of contention between the couple. Again, it all boils down to POV.

In this case, the POV of each sex has a different emphasis. The priority for the woman is looking her best; oftentimes, no matter how early she starts to get ready, there is one more pair of earrings that might look better or a better color of lipstick, or perhaps she didn’t choose the right dress after all. Everything has to be accessorized just so, and changing a necklace could mean changing an entire outfit. The woman believes she is doing the best thing she could do for her guy and that he will appreciate it. She expects him to realize this and be flattered.

The guy? His POV gives an entirely different priority. He is most interested on being on time. While a woman is often embarrassed by not looking her perfectly best for the occassion, a guy is embarrassed by being late, especially in a situation where he is meeting colleagues or a boss. Maybe the restaurant won’t seat everyone until all members of the party arrive. Or maybe they are meeting at someone’s house, then heading somewhere else, so his woman is making the entire group late. The man expects his women to be aware of these factors and to act accordingly. He also infers that his woman realizes that he doesn’t really care what she wears, as long as she looks presentable. He is far more interested in her being naked than he is in her wardrobe.

In short, while her emphasis is on her man, the man’s emphasis is on the event. Want to make it all work? Tell your woman the wrong time. Give her a time for the event which is 30 to 60 minutes before the actual time. You’re not lying; you’re thinking of her and she’ll appreciate it, not be upset.  

Why “God” is Important

May 15th, 2008

As many of you know, this column appears as a Q&A monthly in “The Real Chicago” magazine. May’s issue of the magazine has come out and focused on being single in Chicago. It is full of good articles and ideas. I want to take some time and discuss one of these articles because the writer, who seems like a nice guy, is doing just about everything wrong when it comes to meeting women. In fact, he illustrates wonderfully why I included the advice in God is a Woman.

The article is by Mike Florczak and is entitled “Lose the Attitude.” It should be appearing soon on Real Chicago’s site; which is always a few days behind the release of the latest in-print issue. Mike opens the article, which advises women to check their attitudes at the door when they hit the bar scene to meet guys, with a comment a woman made to him–”That is just an awful an awful line. Are you kidding me?” The woman said this to Mike in reply to his ice breaker to her, said after walking over to her and her table of friends from his own table of friends–”My friend wants to meet you.”

I have a comment for Mike myself. “Are you kidding me? That is just an awful, awful line.” What?! How could I say that? I’m not a bitter woman who hasn’t checked my attitude at the door, so why would I say the same thing as this woman?

What are the two most desirable qualities women seek in men? Confidence and sense of humor. Mike and his friend, like many singles, take absolutely no time to consider those they want to meet. Let’s look at the situation from the woman’s POV, shall we? (We shall because I’m writing this; I have no idea why we writers ask such questions of our readers.)

Okay, now I’m a woman and my friends and I are going to go out on a Saturday night. We often put considerable effort into going out when we want to meet guys. We have to select (or even borrow) the outfit, put on makeup, decide where we want to go (this alone could take hours), and we do a whole bunch of other things I really don’t want to take the time to consider. We hope to meet a quality guy. A guy who is confident, has a good sense of humor, and is attractive. We want that guy to show some effort when he approaches us; after all, we put effort into drawing him over, right? So why shouldn’t he?

Exactly how is “my friend wants to meet you” confident? Clearly, you’re friend is not only non-confident, but he is a coward. He might also be lazy. Here I’ve done all this work and he can’t even get up off his lazy ass to come over and talk to me himself. Not only that, but Mike hasn’t taken any time to come up with something interesting (and preferably witty) to say. These guys haven’t put any effort into meeting us, aren’t confident, don’t appear to be witty, and thus, they have insulted us. They are lame. And we don’t want to waste time talking to them when all they are doing is simply cock blocking the guys we want to meet. When I tell you it’s “a lame line,” I’m really saying, “you’re lame, you’re friend’s lame, and neither of you are considerate and thus not worth my time or my friends’.”

The real point of Mike’s article is to explain why women are ”sick of the bar scene.” He states that it’s because they have not checked their bad attitudes at the door. No Mike. Women get sick of the bar scene because of all the clueless guys they meet. Guys are clueless for a lot of reasons, this is just one of them. He states that he and his friends rarely approach women at the bars; they just kind of all stand around.

Whether you are male or female, the key to successful meeting and dating is to consider who you are trying to meet and date, what they are thinking and feeling, and to act accordingly. This why God is important; it covers all this stuff.

Now let’s take a look at the results when a guy simply takes a little time to take notice and pay attention. The last Saturday night I was out on the town, I had dinner with two friends. We were several tables away from a group of pretty women eating dinner. I couldn’t approach them in this situation, nor did I want to; it would have been rude. Upon leaving, though, we passed them as they were finishing up their drinks. They were actually giving some full glasses away to the table next to them. I made a joke about it and spoke to a couple of the women for a minute, then headed out.

My friends and I headed over to the bar next door. Guess what? The women came over from the restaurant. Having already broken the ice, I spoke to them as they passed us. I joked about them following us and asked them if they were stalkers; I pointed out that if they were, they were bad at it because we knew they were doing it. They laughed and we spoke for a few minutes before they headed to another part of the bar. Clearly, they were not interested.

That was okay, though. Why? Any communication keeps your skills honed; smiles and laughs keep your confidence high. It was just the sort of boost to get me to go over to the sensual woman sitting at the end of the bar, filling out a job application. (Notice I didn’t have a friend approach her and say, “My friend wants to meet you.” Instead, I grabbed her by the hair, bent her over the bar, tore her pants off and… oh wait, I think that’s something I saw in a movie at a bachelor party recently. My bad.)

I broke the ice by asking her how her thesis was coming along and if the alcohol helped make it better. We got to talking and to make a long story short, we left together. I won’t say what happened after that; it’s not relevant. Maybe I got digits, maybe I got laid (if you pay any attention at all, you know I haven’t been into the one-night stand scene for years, though). It doesn’t matter. I got what I wanted from her and what she wanted to give me. It all started simply by paying attention to her and being just a little sensitive.

So the next time you’re out, don’t make a minimal effort. Don’t be shy. Don’t have your friend do your dirty work. Instead, use what’s present to be creative, be confident, and approach yourself.

Player vs. Bad Boy

May 9th, 2008

I’m pretty busy these days, which is a good thing, but rest assured I will be continuing to post here no matter how busy I get. I am currently working on a fun project for Lifetime and am about to sign a deal to write a screenplay, which should be a lot of fun to both write and work on the set.

I’ve had  some questions lately from both men and women asking what the difference is between a player and a bad boy, as well as statements erroneously interchanging the two terms. Here are some simple definitions (note that I am not discussing pick-up artists (pua’s) or bad asses here at all):

Player  - Focuses on meeting a lot of women mostly due to a self-esteem issue; he always believes there is a better woman around the corner. He doesn’t trust his own judgement, then. A player tends to have few female friends, as he doesn’t see much use for women beyond sexual relations. Often, women are simply a means to an end. If he has women friends, he tends to hit on them a lot, so they don’t last long. He is rarely friends with any of his exes because women realize at some point that they never feel good about themselves when they are around him. This is because a player uses a woman’s insecurities to make her feel bad about herself. Women often will see a player not because of real interest but because they feel they have to prove something to him–”I am good with money” or “I’m not shallow.” Eventually, women realize there is no point to be around him once the relationship has ended.

Bad Boy - Focuses on meeting the women of his choice. He is not interested in numbers or meeting large quantities of women; instead, he is more interested in the quality of women. This quality is based on his own definition and uninfluenced by outside opinions. He is confident in his own judgement and does not play a numbers game. He uses a woman’s insecurities to make her feel good about herself. He tends to have lots of women friends because of this; women like being around him because he makes them feel good. He sees great value in women beyond sexual relations. He is friends with many of his exes; again, because he makes them feel good about themselves. It is not unusual for his exes to call him when their current boyfriend ends it; a dinner out with him is just what the doctor ordered to get them feeling good about themselves, again.

Note that there are no physical limitations to either. Being a player or bad boy is in the mind, not the body. You don’t have to be built, tattooed, or any of those things. It’s all in the mental approach and ideology toward women.

Which am I? Neither. At times I’ve been one or the other, at other times I’ve been both, and I’ll use traits from both from time to time even today. I do have far more female friends than men and always enjoy making people feel good about themselves.