Ever feel like you missed a class on how to have a romantic relationship? Do you feel like you will never be allowed into the prestigious club known as plus one? Have you felt that going on a normal date seems to be a long shot? If so then you will love this blog. Hi I'm Dave and I am a survivor of the New York dating scene. This is the story of a socially inept geeky sweet guy on a quest to find love and a decent set of glasses...whatever comes first.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A Picture Says A Thousand Words


I have been online dating for quite a few years now. I have seen thousands upon thousands of profiles. But it never fails to amaze me at the chronic mistakes most people make in their photos. Here, are the errors that both men and women make in their profiles. Lets begin, shall we?

Baby Pictures


Thursday, October 4, 2012

 Surprise! 

I Have a Penis!


I have a lot of gal pals since moving to NYC. Mostly because these women find my jack ass nature endearing. Anyway one of the many perks of being friends with them is that I hear all the bad date stories that serve as cautionary tales.

But one trend keeps coming up (no pun intended) over and over again. The trend? The penis picture. A lot of women reading this are nodding their heads agreeing with me. Here, is the basic scenario guy and girl go out, guy acts normal on the date (hell sometimes down right charming) and its a lovely night. But once the girl gets back to her place. She checks her e-mail only to see a message from the boy. Excitedly she opens the attachment and.....

Monday, October 1, 2012

Now For Something Completely Different!

When Texting goes wrong


A few months ago I had an incident that I think could have been avoided. Let me give you the details. Once upon a time Sir Dave of Bronxicus asked for fair maiden who we shall call Betty. Sir Dave found Lady Betty attractive enough to ask on yonder movie of Total Rekal. 'twas a horrible film but much enjoyable time was had by all. 


Now that you know that then we can proceed. Betty was the type of person who preferred to speak via text. This would be reason #15342 why I hate texting. It started out okay (always does) but then the following scenario came about. She had to cancel our second date because she had to visit family. She told me she felt really bad about this. So I responded which was my fatal error. I said something I say to everyone both male and female friends. It was...


"Aw man that sucks, I miss ya man"


That's it. That's all it took to freak out a thirty year old woman. Because what she interpreted instead was....