CARNIVALS, DIAMONDS AND DUDS

In a recent conversation with a friend, I realized my quest for love was about as successful as finding a Kentucky Derby winner at a shetland pony farm. I mean, you may find diamonds at Wal-Mart but they won't be Tiffany diamonds and more than you'd pick up the Neiman Marcus Christmas catalog looking for a good deal. But, somewhere in the middle there is a happy medium - no not the kind you find at a carnival. 

I know I'm not the only one in this boat because Carnival Cruise Lines just rented it. Look, guys and girls alike, we've all been there - wishing we had a significant other that not only completes us but also compliments us but, after awhile, thinking we'd be happy just to have a significant other. Ohhh, careful what you wish for. You could end up with a significant other that looks real good right up until the time you put down the beer bottle bottoms you were using as binoculars.  

It's not that difficult - or it shouldn't be anyway. It appears though that during the quest for someone special, I inevitably end up with what I call the "Bernie Madoffs" of the dating world. You know the type, they're kind of like Las Vegas slot machines - they'll take and take and take, giving back a little about the time you're ready to give up. Back in the 1950s they'd have knocked on your door dressed like a door to door encyclopedia salesman. And they last about as long as a Madoff investment, since the internet killed the encyclopedia like the video killed the radio star. 

We all know what Madoff and the encyclopedia have in common don't you? They both were full of bad information and they both went away forever.  So, the moral of the story today kids: On your quest for love, keep your brain in your head if you wear your heart on your sleeve... Unless you're like me - my cardiologist is still the only person who believes I even have a heart. 

DEPLETED DESERT

You know, it's funny what a person can get use to, especially in the world of rural dating. After a while you even start to think "I'd settle for someone honest." I cannot believe I just said that! Settle? Really? How sad is that? Oh, wait, I started out with funny didn't I? Sounds like the premise for a Woody Allen movie all of a sudden. Bear with me now, I'm breaking in a new soap box.

Fact is, however, I actually did say that and, at the time, I believe I meant it. As I have said many times, one of the greatest hazards of dating in the country is depleted selection to start with (we'll call it Depleted Desert). Now, think of distance and job restrictions as the Santa Anna winds. Put all that together and you talk about the perfect storm... the perfect DUST storm!  

But as I was saying about 'settling for honesty'. If you only knew the amount of the wannabes, wishIweres and Icanbes I've heard from you'd understand my statement. It's like you're lost in the Depleted Desert with a dust storm approaching and nowhere to hide when suddenly, out of nowhere, appears the mirage. You know the one...Mr. Heza Perfect Wrangler - all 6'0 of him with his dark hair, nice build, blue eyed self. You rub your eyes and shake your head to see if it's real, saying to yourself the whole while "If this is a dream, don't wake me up." He sure seems perfect. 

So you inch closer, a step at a time, fighting that darn wind and dust until finally, finally -you're right up close. Then you squint your eyes one more time, opening them cautiously - one at a time as you reach out for him. Where'd he go? Damn, he's gone. Let me see, so you close your eyes and open them again. Oh, wait, there he is... He's on the NEXT sand dune. Obviously, my camel needs GPS. "Hang on honey, I'm headed that way."

Funny thing about mirages, they may look vivid but they're not real. So while you may like the image, remember an image is fake. See where I'm going with this? I know the journey across the desert seems hopeless to the point that you'd settle for anything but take my word for it - DON'T! The real thing - the honest one - may be just over the next dune? And what girl doesn't like to be rescued by a strong, honest man? They're the ones that don't just throw down their coat over a mud puddle for you to cross... they carry you over it. 

As for the mirage, well I prefer to save the game of peekaboo for 2 year olds not 52 year olds.

ON THE RUN

Seeing as how I just got finished with morning barn chores, it calls to mind something I've seen along the way that I thought I'd pass along to you guys (and in some cases, girls).  In the dating realm, there appear to be two worlds: 1) the real one - which is by my reckoning sparsely populated at times and, 2) a parallel universe where everything is perfect and the munchkins greet you with a smile and a lollipop - we'll call this one Rainbow Row. Let's discuss this shall we?

In Rainbow Row guys are perfect gentlemen and girls never have to retouch makeup and hair. In the real world guys are occasionally gentlemen and we keep L'Oreal in business because we're always retouching our hair and makeup - especially out here in the country. 

Which is why I'm still trying to figure out why some guys on their profiles insist on a 'active' first date... ie working out, running, etc. Guys, come on, really? In Rainbow Row, you'd NEVER see us without makeup and our hair would always be perfect so in the real world do you really think we want you to see us with hair in a ponytail, sweat pouring down our face and our mascara doubling as blush? And we won't even go over how we feel about you seeing us in a pair of jogging shorts on the first date!

I can barely jog and breathe, muchless jog, breathe and talk. Oh, wait, that's what it is huh? Be that as it may, guys, look at it this way, we girls would rather focus our attention on you than the potholes in the jogging trail. Now if that 'activity' includes something like 'horseback riding down by the pond', well odds are we're not gonna care for that much better on a first date, especially in the summer. One word - humidity... In Rainbow Row there is none.

So, since we're in the real world here, how about this - a typical first date that includes dining INSIDE with the most strenuous activity being you walking us to our car. We much prefer strolling beside you to chasing you down like some random mugger! 

WHIPLASH AND HIP WADERS

Here's one for you that I know I've expressed before; it's about what I call the roller coaster guy.  I'm gonna try to keep this short and sweet because apparently my soapbox has run away from home again. But based on recent events, I just feel the need to revisit this one.

We've all had those relationships... the one where on Monday he's available, texting sweet things, telling you he's thinking about you, things like that. This is what I call the top of the roller coaster. Friday rolls around and the feelings are still there. Then week 2 and 3, still looking good - kinda. Then, for whatever reason, it happens. The texts and phone calls become more intermittent than entertaining. You know, like the loops on the roller coaster. Finally, as they say, what goes up must come down! It's so sharp you end up with whiplash if you're not careful.

You start asking yourself "What happened?" "What did I do wrong?" But you can't get those answers because he won't answer his phone muchless your questions. So, then "What did I do wrong?" turns into "What did HE DO RIGHT?" And now the roller coaster's at the bottom... where it stays for about a month.

Here's where the roller coaster meets the little engine that could because look at what's on your phone now - HE is.  That's right. You know the routine. First text "Hi" - like a scout peeking out from behind a rock to make sure he's not gonna get his head shot off. And you just can't help yourself. You have to respond. Whew, coast is clear so he peeks out a little bit more - I've seen snakes do the same thing. It's the apology text "Sorry... I've been busy..." or maybe "I lost my phone and your number but turns out my dog just buried it". (Yep, I've even heard that one.)

Now the question becomes do you hug his neck or wring it with that surrender flag he's waiving? What can I say, adrenaline junkie it is. You just can't resist giving the coaster a re-ride. Here's the other saying: First time shame on you, second time shame on me? Guess what pond you're wading into now? Hope you're wearing hip waders cause odds are you're gonna need them.

Awww. Look what just came home again... My dear little soap box. Wait. What's wrong with this picture?

THE DATE SERGEANT

I ran across something yesterday that I just feel the need to discuss today. It's about a profile of someone on an online dating site who had clicked they wanted to meet me (and that's about where the positive ended). I'd get up on my soapbox about it but apparently someone's seen fit to hide it from me. Go figure. Anyway, as I was saying...

I was perusing a segment entitled "Wants to meet you" on an online dating site. When I clicked on that person's profile at first it was looking good... Non-smoker - check, age appropriate - check (meaning he's too old to be my son and too young to be my father), nice picture - check.  Wow, 3 for 3. Then I just had to do it, I just had to read the whole profile. Here's where the wheels fell off.

Guys (and gals) if you want someone who's positive, may I suggest not using words like 'don't' and 'not' and 'never' over 12 times EACH?! I'm serious, the more I read, the funnier and sadder it got all at the same time.  Funny because he apparently wanted someone positive but had nothing but negative on there and sadder because from the looks of it he may have the potential to be a good guy. From what I read, I bet he'd make a great drill sergeant. But I don't want to go out with someone where I'm waiting to hear a whistle blast and him screach "Wrong fork... That'll be five laps... Move, move, move!" 

So, when I'm reading a profile of someone who is telling me and everybody else who read it what NOT to do and say and act and write well then here's my list: DON'T bother to check your inbox as there's NOT a chance in hell I'll be there and NEVER omit the positive if you're looking for it. 

CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?

Ok, so my soap box is repaired... again. I know, I know, I'm wearing it out more than my mother did her Elvis Presley collection. But, hey, what can I say? The hits just keep on coming. Just when I think the tide's gonna turn and men are going to develop a little class - I get another email.

Guys, I'm gonna help you out here because apparently your mother was busy. When you send a message to a girl and the subject is "Hi", odds are we read that so it doesn't need to be repeated inside the email. Seriously. If you're gonna go to the trouble of hitting the send button, couldn't you invest a little more effort in hitting a few more keys first? But, I can't tell you how many times I've gotten just that - a email with the subject of "Hi" only to open up and SURPRISE the only thing in there... HI. Can you say anti-climatic... and delete?! 

Remember how your mother use to say "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Here, I guess it'd be more like "Mouse got your tongue?" We know you're not William Shakespeare or Louis L'Amour but I remember reading more in my first grade reading book.  

I mean think about something to actually say. Now this piece of advice can be of use to guys and gals alike.  Here's an idea: Find something in their profile (yes, guys, you really should read the profile) and ask them a question or make a observation about something in it. If we go to the trouble of posting a halfway decent profile, the least you could do is pay a little attention to it. 

So, the moral of today's story is read before you write and please, please, please, WRITE BEFORE YOU SEND! Otherwise, don't blame us or your inbox if we don't respond. Now, there's a recall on my soap box so if you'll excuse me, I need to go send an email.

VIRTUAL OPTIMISM

You know, I still get asked "Where do you get all your material for this blog?" And, sadly, the answer's still the same "If you had met the guys I have you wouldn't have to ask!" Ok, ok, I hear you guys screaming at me not to start that bus up again (not that I can help it if you all seem to step out in front of it at the same time.) I'm not saying you're all in the same category... It's just there's so many in it, it could apply for statehood at any time. 

But, as in any other scenario, there are exceptions to every rule - and this is no exception. I actually met someone not too long ago, that seems nice. We have a lot in common, he can carry on a conversation using words with more than two syllables and he even seems virtually normal. Now, note I said 'virtually'. Yes, that's right. 

As you know by  now I've always been skeptical about the online thing but when you live in the country it's not like you have a lot of options; I mean we don't exactly have a Wal-Mart sized dating pool around here... still more like the kiddie wading pool. I've even made comments like "virtual dating is about the equivalent of being sort of pregnant". And if you think about it that analogy is not that far off the mark. You have to admit, until you meet, online dating is sort of like trying to date a hologram. You see an image, you hear a voice but the body's still out of reach.

Now the phrase "He's virtually everything I've ever wanted" has a whole new meaning - if you get my meaning. But being the eternal optimist and hopeless romantic I am (don't choke on your beer, foam out nose still not attractive), I'm going to keep an open mind.  And so should you.

PHOTOSHOP TO 3D

I'd like to expound a little bit on the theme of yesterday's blog "Spam Male" if you don't mind.  It seems that we all have one thing in common, (male and female) - liking someone online and on the phone only to end up with the equivalent of sticker shock when we actually meet them. I can't tell you how many have uttered the statement "The photos do not do me justice...I look better in person" When I hear those words, I automatically assume the role of funeral director because 9 times out of 10 that relationship is headed for the dating obituaries.

And it all begins with photographs. I know we all put up pictures of ourselves that we believe are the most flattering.  I mean, who's gonna put up pictures they think are bad? Right? Good in theory, usually bad in practice. For one before you post those pics, have someone you know will give you their honest opinion on them. Only politicians need 'yes men' and your mother's gonna tell you that you look great regardless (that's one of the perks of being your mother).   

Guys, if you wanna make a good impression here's one place to start: Athletic build doesn't mean strong enough to carry around those 50 extra pounds you've been meaning to lose.  It means you're in shape...not the round shape. Ladies, a little word to the wise, if you post a picture of yourself in a bikini, it better not be the one from spring break - when you were in college 20 years ago. You wanna talk about him looking for an exit ramp the first time you meet!

And, gal pals, when his profile says for a first date he'd prefer fixing you dinner at his place... trust me, that's code for one or a combination of two things: 1) he's too cheap to spring for a outing and/or 2) he intends you to be dessert. Either way, my suggestion is find the pasture gate before the bull gets out.

Bottom line here is honesty is still the best policy. Photoshop only goes so far - you still have to survive 3D without the glasses. 

SPAM MALE (yes, I spelled it right)

Wouldn't it be nice if we could do bad men like spam mail? Really. Think about it. What if, for instance, we have a bad date that we'd really like to get rid of - just totally forget? (And who HASN'T had those?) Or how about being able to run potential dates through a spam filter first to weed them out?

Just think about the time, money, make-up and hassle it could save.  I can tell you of at least one that I had. I had been talking to someone on line and then on the phone who seemed very nice. He had sent me pictures so I felt relatively certain that what I would see is what I would get.... WRONGO! He claimed when he captioned the photos with the date it was a typo (2011 should've been about 1991 apparently). 

I knew the minute I walked in and saw him it was going to be a disaster and at that point, I had two options. I could either a) leave the front door of the restaurant swinging in the breeze as I hit it at a dead run leaving Emily Post to roll over in her grave or b) I could muster up a smile continue across the room to the guy waving like he was landing a 747 and capturing the attention of everyone in the room... I opted for b unfortunately.

Now, see, that was totally a spam male moment for me. If there were spam filters for dates, though, I'm starting to think my regular inbox would be empty!

Happy Friday!

AND THE WINNER IS........

With the release of the year's Nobel winners, it got me thinking about something. There should be a Nobel prize for dating. Ok, ok, I'll give you a minute to quit choking on your coffee now. But, seriously, when you think about it, don't you use many of the components of Nobel areas?

For instance - economics.  In the world of dating whether you're male or female, there is an economic aspect to it.  For guys it's a question of budgeting a portion of his paycheck for dates and/or the occasional happy hour where he just might be lucky enough to run into someone he might want to buy a drink. For ladies, it's a matter of budgeting a portion of her paycheck for clothes, makeup and the occasional happy hour where she has to be her own drinks.

How about writing? If you're on a dating website you have to fill out information about yourself right? And aren't you trying to write something that's different, something that stands out above the rest like one of those giant fingers you see waving around at sporting events? (No, not that 'other' finger!) You have to come up with something witty yet sincere, straightforward yet aloof.  Trust me, I haven't seen many of those so there has to be an art to it!

And what about peace? Hey, hey, hey, I really do mean peace not that other 'piece' so get your mind out of the gutter... I'll give you a minute to relocate it... Now, moving on. Like I said - peace. A part of the peace process is about making friends is it not? Sure it is. And isn't that what dating's all about... meeting an old friend you never knew. Absolutely. It's about learning about new people and in the process, learning more about yourself.

So, if they can push for pole dancing in the Olympics, I see nothing wrong with a Nobel prize for dating. (We can discuss the specifics in a later blog.) How about sharing some of your ideas with me?!  

INBOX TO IN-HOME

Oh, those silly pollsters.  I'd like to know where they find these people who come up with these polls.  Really. I heard yet another doozy this morning... "3 Best Places to Find Mr. Right Other than a Bar". It read like a David Letterman Top 10 List gone real bad: 1) Church; 2) Your job; and 3) Your home. Wait. What? Yes, that's right. 

Now, I agree church is a good place to meet good people - the only thing there you have to be cautious about is whether it's someone being good or someone just on their good behavior. But the other 2 are a total head scratcher.  I know there are a lot of work place romances (I've seen plenty between law firms and ranches both) but I just don't know that I agree that the work place is the BEST place. I mean it's one thing to participate in the water cooler gossip but it's totally another to BE the water cooler gossip.  And my opinion is if it's office vs online, I'd much rather find someone on email than office mail any time.

But, how about the third one - 'your home'. Before they clarified that, I had visions of guys popping out of my closet like a jack-in-the-box or something - not bad if one of them is Brad Pitt.  But, apparently, what they mean is throw a party, invite your single friends and have them bring a single friend. Anyone besides me see the comedy of errors in that one? First off, if you have enough single friends to throw a party at your house, then why would you throw a party at your house... they're called BARS! 

So, yet again, it appears they've decided to promote a poll that had to have been conducted by people who are not single and haven't mingled since "single and ready to mingle" was actually a cool statement. And that my friends was a very, very long time ago.  

AUDIO VISUAL AIDS

Ladies, I'm gonna give you a audio visual aid tour of a man's profile on a dating website real quick.  Consider it your tutorial guide to the man's social stutter.  I say stutter because for everything he's trying to spit out, there's usually at least one thing he's choking on. 

First 'audio': You can usually tell if they wrote it themselves because half the time there's as many typos as your 5th grader's homework. On the flip side, I'm always concerned if it's real smooth it's either very well rehearsed or his mother wrote it. And, it's been my experience that neither is good.

Here's a visual aid: If one of his pics is of him in nothing but a towel and you DON'T see his arm disappear like he took the pic... well ya gotta wonder... WHO TOOK THAT PICTURE?! 

Here's something else to watch out for: If he says he's just a average hard working, christian guy with good morals looking for a woman with same then look at the pics... if half or more are of him shirtless (whether he's got it to flaunt or not) and at least one of those is in the bathroom, then re-read paragraph one above! 

Another pet peeve of mine is someone whose alias on a dating site is something sexual (i.e. lookin4u269).  I mean, that's just gross! And, yes, I've seen those many times in many forms (some people are so creative). Here's the warning sign: If they're looking for you for that and their profile says they're looking for a relationship - you better ask them what they call a relationship cause for some of them a second date qualifies.

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?

As I sit here writing this (on a Mac I might add), I'm reminded of how much difference a single person can make in this journey we call life. In this case, I refer to the late GREAT Steve Jobs.  I get so tired of hearing people say things like "I'm only one person...I can't make a difference..." Wake up people because you CAN make a difference. Look at Steve Jobs. 

In today's society we've become so focused on bringing things to ourselves, be it money, promotions, love, whatever, that we completely lose sight of the fact that we're capable of bringing ourselves to others! Seriously, we have. If we could get out of our own way sometimes, we might be able to see the difference we've made or are making in someone else's life. And isn't that what life (and love) is all about?! I thought it was. 

People like Steve Jobs are always looking forward. I admire that because that usually means if they're looking forward, they're not looking down at their outstretched hand unless it's to shake someone else's. There's a phrase in a song "You've got to give love to get it" and that is so, so, so, so TRUE!!!! Whether it's to your partner or your kid or here's a good one - how about your parent(s) - if you extend a radiant smile and a warm hug that's just as much paying it forward as if you won the lottery.

I get so sick of looking at people's profiles on these dating sites even that talk about nothing but what they want from someone else. I won't give them the time of day any more.  If you're not willing to take a few minutes and talk about what you too are willing to offer to a relationship, then my guess is you're even less likely to do anything about it.

So everyone reading today's blog, do me one tiny favor. Show a little kindness... it's not that hard... whether it's giving your child an extra hug or texting your significant other just to say hi and you love them. Then sit quietly for a minute and think about how you feel in that exact moment. Doesn't that feel good? Now, think if you multiplied that a little each day. By making those around you feel special, you've helped remind them that you are. And that my friends is where you've made a difference.

Now, could someone please go find me a hammer? My soap box needs a little repair.  

SHOCK AND AWE OR SHOCK AND OH NO!

Ok, guys, this one's actually FOR you, today - kinda. I'm going to impart some of my hard-earned wisdom and well-placed observations for your benefit. I'll give you a minute to quit laughing and get back up off the floor now. I know you always get a bad rap about things like not reading the directions (or asking for them) so I'll give you some verbal cues instead.  

First, have you ever had this happen: You're meeting someone for the first time after meeting over the phone and/or internet first.  This is today's version of the blind date (despite the fact photos are involved) so you should treat it as such. Remember, women are vane creatures by nature so do you really think we're going to post/send a pic of us without makeup and hair done? Course not... the smart ones won't anyway. (But ladies when you post those pics remember - if you're wearing a extra 'padded' bra and/or spanx those things have to come off at some point. So, I'm just saying... if you wanna keep his interest this is one time shock and awe could turn into shock and oh no.)

Second, you're in the midst of what you think is a lovely meal when her ex walks in with someone else.  What to watch out for: She excuses herself to the restroom and a few seconds later he suddenly disappears too. Odds are she's gonna come back to the table and within a few minutes her phone's gonna buzz with a sick friend or a colicing horse. Remember the Road Runner cartoon where he disappears in a trail of dust down the road? Last I heard Coyote never did catch that bird ... Yeah, there goes your road runner.

Lastly, when it comes time to pay the tab... pay the tab. I've seen guys actually put on their profile that the first meeting will be 'dutch treat'... there's nothing treat about it... that's just as rude in my opinion as it was 40 years ago. Think of it this way - if it went well, then it was a great futures investment and if it didn't it's still a cheap lesson.

FLANNEL PANEL

I saw a segment on tv this morning where women (via live and Facebook) were asking a panel of 'expert' men various questions and I was astounded.  If I had 10 seconds on national tv with a panel like that, I'd certainly make my question count.  For one, I wouldn't ask a question like: "Why is it all men think about are sex and sports?" Don't you think she answered her own question... they're MEN.  Well, duh.  

And about those 'panels'.  Ever notice how when it's a panel of women there are 2-3 but when it's a panel of men, they had to go to the backlot to get extra stools? You know the old joke about "How many Aggies does it take to screw in a light bulb?" Here it's more like "How many men does it take to answer a question?" Seriously. They have 1 guy doing the home improvement segment, 1 guy doing the cooking segment and 5 guys doing the questions segment. Scary thing is - they're questions about why guys do the things they do... and it still takes 5 of them to try and tell us. 

But as long as we're on the subject of the flannel panel, I have one I think would be interesting to ask... Why is it a man who weighs about 40 pounds more than he should put in an online profile he doesn't want a woman that's overweight?  And he follows it up with the statement "Sorry, don't mean to offend anyone... just bein' honest about what I want". Seriously, I need help with that one cause I got nothing.

Believe me honey, that's not honesty - that's delusion. Think about it. If I'm in shape, don't you think I'd prefer you are too?! Gees! Wouldn't you love to know how many hits HE gets? I bet he even wonders why he's still single, don't you?! So, bottom line here is, if you're gonna post something like that my suggestion is you don't post a pic of you shirtless leaning slightly toward the camera.

But I'm sure the flannel panel could some up with something - just as soon as they all quit asking: "What's wrong with that?!"

THE CATCH OF THE DAY

I don't know why it is I keep going after the catch of the day and come back with a big mouth bass instead! It's like every time I cast the only thing that ends up in my hand is the empty hook - literally!  I mean, seriously, do guys think we're really so dumb we can't see through them like a bay window? Yes, folks, today I'm high atop my soap box... AGAIN.

Here's an example for you.  You meet someone who believes he's a great catch (gotta start somewhere). You start dating and you start to think 'maybe he is a great catch'. Thing to remember here is - he's admitted he can't understand why he keeps getting released. Then it happens. In one fateful evening you realize why it is he DOES keep getting released.  He has more hangups than a telemarketer calling at dinnertime.  Then just when you think it can't get any more ridiculous he offers this: "It's not me... Must be you." No, I didn't type that wrong.

Guys, here's a tip for you, if you EVER want to have any hope of a successful dating life you never, ever, let me repeat NEVER tell a girl your 'issues' didn't show up until she did. I assure you, the internet has nothing on that girl at that point. That will be out there on the air waves so fast it would've made Chuck Yeager proud! And, yes, we'd be just as happy to see your butt strapped to a rocket engine.

So if I may offer this one sage piece of advice: when you're asked a simple question about your intentions and after a long silence filled only by the chirping of crickets you've got just 'let me think about it and we'll talk about it later', then do yourself a couple of favors... duck and think again. You didn't really think you invented that line did you? I don't know anyone (guy or gal) who likes to be left dangling at the end of a line and when it comes to country gals like me, we'll always opt to cut bait AND fish.

MOUSE TRAP

Ladies have you ever wondered just how truthful your man's being with you? Sure you have, just as I have.  (Ok, guys, don't have a cow here, I know same goes for you with your lady).  But for now, I'm really speaking to the ladies out there because I've had a similar experience recently.  It'd be so much easier if we were made with a built-in lie detector but ladies we have something better... the "Look".

I know I've talked about the 'look' before and guys you know the one I'm talking about. It's the one that can melt you quicker than Superman on cryptonite! For some reason when guys get that look they shake more than a 1960s go-go dancer and ladies if you're smart you just stand there giving him the cage to dance in. 

At issue: whether it's cheating if it's a online and/or on email relationship with someone else. In my book: YES.  If you're with someone and you're answering emails on a dating website, well, you are still on the website. (Not really rocket science.) To me, those sites are one big cookie jar with a spring like a mouse trap... Go ahead... put your finger on THAT mouse and click... more like SNAP! 

So guys (and girls), remember, like curiosity killed the cat, the mouse can bite you in the butt. I know guys make jokes about BOB (battery operated boyfriend) but BOB don't have email.  On the other hand, ladies, instead of the guy's blow up doll of the old days, now he's got a 'boot up' doll - his computer! With the old one at least you could let the air out of it.