Archive for November, 2010

Of Frogs and Men – A Testimonial

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

“I have kissed a lot of frogs and have met some marvelous men – some I liked, some didn’t like me and on it goes in the dance.

I found a wonderful man – the man of my dreams. We shall see where life takes us…but your incredible profile and the photos you’ve taken have attracted so many admiring men. I was shocked beyond belief.

Whatever you did worked. You got me in the door. I learned so much about what I wanted and didn’t want. And I didn’t have to settle for second best. I could have what I wanted. So thank you for this!”

Ms. PhD, University of Toronto, Age 40+, November 10, 2010 (2nd testimonial)

Bucket Lists Tell All

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

Women of a “certain age” remember the TV show “Leave it To Beaver” where June Cleaver is the perfect housewife with 2.5 kids, always neatly attired in her apron, baking apple pies.

Fast forward 40+ years and I’m listening to my 20-something friend recount the details of his recent breakup.  Well…of course, it was more like an extraction…he’s a guy, right? (grin)

Bottom line?  He had “Borneo” on his bucket list and she had the house with the white picket fence on the same street as the Cleavers.  I remain incredulous!

Love Digitally?

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

Romantic love has been replaced by an iPhone app? Imagine your iPhone sending you a “love vibration” whenever a possible love connection is in your area! 

“Skout” lets you type in your criteria (sexy brainiac anyone?) and a HotMap will pop up to show real-time locations to match your wish list!  “Serendipity” sends you a pop up photo whenever a match is near and asks, “Do you want to meet this person?”

Sadly somehow, love via GPS doesn’t seem quite the same as a good old fashioned love letter.

The Way We Were

Monday, November 1st, 2010

“Memories light the corners of my mind.  Misty water-colour memories.”  Redford and Streisand we were not, my X and I. 

Today his ping appeared, “Some moments in the life are unforgettable.”  A flashback and then a flash forward.  You are there. I am here.  I’ll admit I had forgotten that those moments were the way we were.  Apparently 25 years had not “rewritten every line” after all.  Wistful? Well…maybe but only for a split second. 

In another 25 years, my dear X, ping me again!