BadOnlineDates.com Launches an iPhone App, Giving Online Daters the Virtual Wingman They Need.
(I-Newswire) May 12, 2010 – Los Angeles, CA – May 12th 2010.
BadOnlineDates.com introduces the BadOnlinedates iPhone App; your virtual wingman. And yes. There is an App for that!
Technology has become a convenient way to do many things. You can quickly text a friend to let them know you are running late if you are on a crowded noisy bus. If you forgot to send an email before you left the house to go out of town you can do it while you are waiting at the airport. Social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook are equally awesome. Where else can you get news, talk to people from across the globe, and get in touch with people you haven’t seen in years?
While it’s extremely difficult to get the precise numbers, I can say that unfortunately, unknowingly, and very much to my Brazilian waxed vaginal dismay I became part of 2009’s infidelity statistic. This unequivocally and absolutely goes against every grain of my moral, cellular and ethical being. And now my poor unsuspecting adulterous vagina — I just found out about this sexual and dishonorable tidbit of information last night over a Guinness beer at one of my favorite local Irish pubs.
I don’t remember the exact day, but what I do remember is that it was one of those typical warm California Summer nights — I recall feeling salty, sandy, and tanned from spending the afternoon at the beach, despite having taken a shower before heading out for food and cocktails. I was wearing black short shorts, brown equestrian style boots, and a vintage western blouse as I breezily went for sushi happy hour at an extremely trendy Venice Beach hot spot.
Once there, I ended up bumping into a local guy/friend that I once casually dated and his other friends at the bar. The guy I used to date had one friend who just so happened to be tall, dark and devilishly handsome. I was attracted to him immediately and the more he flirted with me the more charming and engaging he became.
The possibility of romance going further than the bar was absolutely the gigantic cartoonish caption bubble hovering over my captivated swooning head – A devilishly handsome flirty guy along with his tempting wooing ways was just too impossible to be true. However, he was I’d like to blank your brains out too hot to ignore.
As we all finished up at the bar, devilishly handsome guy invited me back to his swanky shoreline Santa Monica hotel for cocktails and while at the hotel’s bar the flirting became more sexual, but I was not objecting — perhaps he is “the one”?
Our heated exchange went on for about an hour and then he authoritatively asked for and paid our tab while simultaneously asking me if I wanted to go to his room. I’m not naive and figured that once getting there, I would go only as far as I wanted (sex wise). Immediately, when we got into the room he ordered a really good bottle of wine and it did not take long before we were on the bed kissing, clothes off, and having sex.
One thing that really pops out in my mind (no pun intended) was his forcefulness as he pushed my head to his “head” which in retrospect now seems to be overtly selfish behavior on his behalf. And what I now know became to be a one night stand with a married man.
He got up quickly right after he came and went to take a shower, as I laid there for a fast minute I knew I had to leave — something was not right. As I put my clothes back on, I wondered if I should leave my business card or my number on the hotel notepad. I opted not to and left quickly while he was still in the shower. I could see the steam drifting out from the slight crack in the pristine five-star hotel door….
To be continued.
Bad Date TV: Bad Date Betty and Ben – This Was A Date?
By Jennifer Kelton
Since I’m on the subject of the good old days…
Even though things have evolved and been updated, unconventional ways of meeting people have been around since before I was born (actually since before I was even though of to be technical). Living proof is with my parents, who met through a dating service nearly 40 years ago.
By Jennifer Kelton
As I write this, the Internet is approximately only 27 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, 2 days, 12 hours, and 31 minutes old.
That’s younger than some of the guys I’ve dated.
However the human race goes back hundreds of thousands of years. So, I suppose certain aspects of the male mind and penis along with the convergence of technology should not shock me that much, or at all.
Just think, as humans we would have never evolved if the male had not ventured out to spread his testosterone, furry and sex fueled seed…
Bottom line — It’s how we are hardwired. But does hardwiring mean flashing your penis all over the Internet?
Which brings me to the fact that every time I use Skype I’m flashed numerous times.
While all the penis pictures are “perfect penises” — I have to admit that if any of them where in my bedroom I would not have kicked it out based on the size, shape, etc.
However, who is behind that penis? And by the way I find it really interesting that they are all perfect penises. Really, what are the odds?
Back in the 90’s aka the Stone Age when my newest boyfriend and I were back in the cave eating his most recent dinosaur kill after dragging me around by my long hair and having hot unbridled sex. NOT!
OK, back to reality. In the 90’s I was a member of Great Expectations a way to meet other singles. Before Internet dating, you actually had to have a “real” picture in a hard book and drive (yes, I said drive) to the location and look through books (yes, I said book and not a kindle or an iPad). I never saw a penis picture there.
I also remember dating through the L.A. Weekly where much of the connection was with snail mail (no naked pictures were sent) and a hard line phone (there was no camera). And if you were getting really crazy there were chat boards that you could access via dial-up and with a special number that you could get out of the Recycler Newspaper (and you had to buy the newspaper).
I met a good number of men in all of these places and never once did I see an unsolicited penis.
At times I miss the good old days…
To be continued.
Bad Date Betty, Bad Date Ben and Bernie on Location. Hollywood, CA 4-8-10