Today, I’m taking my first plane ride in 10 years and heading to Saint Louis to visit Steve’s family! I couldn’t be more excited to see them again. We’re planning to celebrate our engagement, visit the City Museum, and go cliff diving. Crazy shit considering we’ll only be there until Sunday!
Things I hope the TSA doesn’t confiscate: Lelo Luna Beads (mini), MiMi v1, or my Lush essentials. Note: By “essentials”, I mean a 12 step routine that would put even the likes of Donatella Versace to shame.
And now for Wedding Wednesday: Bachelor/Bachelorette Parties!
What to do, what to do. I’ve never really had just one group of friends, and because of that, I love to associate with so many different kinds of people. Even online, I have my sex blogger friends, my lifestyle blogger friends, and even my animals-on-Instagram friends. It’s even more diverse in person! Because of this, I’ve gotten all kinds of bachelorette party suggestions, from a BYOB painting class (fun, but not my idea of a bachelorette party), to a wild night with a limo and South Side bars (um hi anxiety attack).
Listen. I want there to be strippers. I love strippers.
You might not know this about me, but I have a damn good time at a strip club. I love to watch men get hustled, and a dancer with pole skills is simply a lovely sight to behold. Furthermore, male strippers are hilarious. Sometimes they’re kinda sexy, but mostly? Just a riot. I’ve seen a few nice looking penises in my day (and more than a few nice butts), but booty poppin’ just isn’t the same when it’s done by a man. It’s all about the physical form, and the discomfort or total rapture of those around you. Steve’s first time at a strip club was with me, and if I had had a little more cash to throw around, I would have bought him a lap dance. That’s just the kind of giving soul I am.
I’d really like to combine mine and Steve’s bachelorette/bachelor parties, and happily, there’s a club in our city that has male and female dancers on Saturday nights. I don’t want to combine because I’m afraid of what might happen without me there – quite to the contrary! I’m afraid that without me there to egg them on, Steve may never get that pre-marriage lap dance that he deserves. What kind of wife would I be if I let that happen?
Anyway. There’s a time and a place for wine and class, and that’s at the bridal shower – I can certainly clean up when I want to.
Welcome to OkCupid University.
For my first course, let’s just take a look at the basics, shall we? If you’re unfamiliar with the site entirely, know that it’s a free service and can be relatively private if you’re smart about it. Mostly, it’s successful for college and grad students, and working kids in their 20s.
1. Free sites are only good for hook-ups. If people want relationships, they’re willing to pay. False! If you’re a student (undergrad or graduate) or you’re in your 20s, you probably don’t have that much disposable income. You probably also feel like you’re not “old enough” for something like Match.com or eHarmony. You can use OkCupid for random casual hookups, but there are people actually looking for relationships too. We’ll touch on the beauty of signaling later.
2. Anyone can find you, so you shouldn’t show your face. Ever. At least on OkCupid, there is an option that allows you to be invisible to non-members. The way I see it, if someone is a member and sees you on there, you’ve reached an impasse. You could be outed, but they’ll realize you’d out them, too. You absolutely should include pictures of your face – otherwise you look like a crazy person and no one will want to meet up with you. Should you include your face, your home address, and your job title/company? Um, no, do you want to be stalked? Obviously, keep basic internet privacy and safety rules in mind.
3. It’s weird. You’re weird. Sure, there are some weird people on OkCupid, but there are weird people at your campus bars too. Learn how to spot red flags, and you won’t have to worry. (Also, carry pepper spray.)
1. Include at least one photo focusing on your face. Maybe it’s a picture from a vacation, a cute shot of you and your dog/cat/rabbit, or a halfway decent self-taken photo that is not a mirror pic.
2. Include one fully body shot that’s flattering, but not obvious. Again, vacation photos are great for this. No judgment if you want to go for a bikini pic, but I would recommend it be cute and not too ~sexy~ unless you want to wade through creepy messages.
A. Example: I included a pic of me in a bikini at the beach, holding my dog.
B. Pictures from a hike, a 5k, etc. are also great, as they show some personality.
3. Include a silly photo that showcases a bit of your personality. Maybe you play the ukulele, because you’re secretly Zooey Deschanel. Or if you play D&D and you’re looking to snag a fellow player, post a picture of you on D&D night. Whatever. Don’t be afraid to show an interest of yours that’s a little less common – it gives someone who’s interested but shy something to comment on so you can begin a conversation in a way that’s not awkward.
Your “About Me”
1. I’m hoping everyone’s gotten over this internet phase, but just in case you haven’t, you are not random. I repeat: you are not random. Don’t you dare put “I’m really random lol” in your About Me. You are not 14 and this is not 2002.
2. Brevity is the soul of wit. A short, well-written description is worth more than all the words you know thrown together in an attempt to sound interesting. I recommend one to two short paragraphs.
3. No one wants to hear you put yourself down or make self-deprecating jokes. This is the time to focus on your good qualities, because trust me, they’re there. If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?
Your “Looking For”
Really, this is a simple one. Be honest about what you’re looking for! During my last stint on OkCupid, when I met my boyfriend, I had checked only “new friends” and “long-term dating”, because I didn’t want to be casually dating a number of people. You don’t have to check “short-term dating” if you’re not looking for that. I think a lot of people make the mistake of checking “short-term dating” when they’re looking for long-term dating because they don’t want to appear too needy. Forget about that for now.
Congratulations! You’re now ready to move onto the next installment of OkCupid University.
G’marnin’! Today is mine and Steve’s first anniversary, I think. We celebrated March 31st, the date of our first date, but today is something special. And, if I may say so, it’s a much better story.
It all began when I decided in the middle of my junior year that I absolutely had to have drinks with one of my professors. Alright, fine, I’m a sucker for men with PhDs. Sue me. So I spent an entire semester working up to this. In the mean time, I had re-joined OKCupid, and a dashing young bearded PhD student had recognized me from my coffee shop job. Our relationship was just getting off the ground when I was invited to imbibe with the professor at a campus bar, at 3pm.
One beer turned into two as 3pm rolled into 4. By 5, he’d convinced me to invite Steve to join us, and he invited his girlfriend. When Steve joined us, I’d had 2.5 beers, and made him drink the last .5, thinking I would stop there. Oh no. No, no. Shot pitchers – essentially giant mixed drinks made with bottom shelf liquor – were ordered. More shot pitchers were ordered. Lemon drops were dropped. It was 8pm, and Steve convinced me it might be time to ease off. We made our way to his office.
While we were picking up the rest of his belongings, I channelled my inner sexy secretary and tried to seduce him. I imagine this was much less smooth than I thought it was at the time. The office also had a clear glass door, so I didn’t get very far. I did, however, manage to slur, “Are you seeing anyone else? Do you want to see anyone else?” No to each. I was very happy, and still very drunk. We made our way out to catch the bus.
As Steve tells it, one minute I was reaching into my bag for my student ID, and the next minute I was face down on the ground, bleeding from both nostrils. I actually do not remember this at all. Gentleman that he is, he helped me up, and at least attempted to get me safely onto the bus. I wrestled out of his grasp and hit my face once more, against the railings on the bus. Bless this man’s soul, for he displays infinite patience.
We walk into my apartment, where I announce that I had been out with said professor, then immediately run into my room, take all of my clothes off, and lie face down on my bed. This is the part where I also have to include a little aside about how much bullshit rape culture is full of. There I was, practically blacked out, almost naked, and Steve sat beside me and rubbed my back while I slept it off. What a mighty, mighty good man.
At some point, he asked me if he could leave. I said yes, then texted him an hour later asking him to come back. Because he’s a saint, he did, and he stayed the night with me until I woke up the next morning and vomited up everything I’d consumed in the last 24 hours, which was mostly clear alcohol. Then, he tried to tutor me in microeconomics so I wouldn’t fail my final the next day.
Now, if I were him, I would not have put up with all of that bullshit. But I’m really glad that he did, because this year with him has been the happiest year I’ve ever had. Besides the fact that my nose is now crooked.
Today, I’m going to take you on a journey. Back, back… back to when the pop charts first introduced us to “Rolling In the Deep”. When many of us were surprised by how much we either loved or hated Bridesmaids (loved, mostly).
Summer 2011. I had just finished my sophomore year and broken up with that year’s boyfriend. In truth, it had been over for a solid 3 months before we finally axed the whole thing. I felt I had gotten into the relationship before I even knew if we were compatible. Until the dissolution of our relationship, my relationships always followed the same formula: Meet guy, start talking to guy (and don’t talk to any other guys), get serious. So I headed into summer wanting to learn how to date.
Joining OKCupid was one of the first things I did after I unpacked my dorm room and moved back in with my parents for the summer. Seriously, I was not wasting time. In fact, during my first day online, I set up and attended my first OKCupid date. Which was a total fucking shitshow disaster. But you know what? After that particular baptism by fire, it got pretty fun.
I wanted to learn how to decide if I was compatible with someone before getting emotionally invested. I was tired of 3-10 month relationships where you spend half the time fighting and trying to convince yourself that there’s some reason you’re still together. What I really wanted was to meet a lot of guys, hone my taste, and learn how to decipher real compatibility. The four months that I spent dating left me with invaluable insight, both into dating as a practice and myself.
I’d really like to talk more about online dating strategies and experiences. This blog is devoted to sex and relationships, but a crucial part of that is simply meeting the right person.
Do my readers have any topics you’d like me to cover? Did you know that I offer online dating consulting services, including profile assistance?