I Google, therefore I date?
December 20, 2005
So I was Googled, found and subsequently asked out on a date. I am not freaked out, I am flattered and I am going. How do you like them apples?
In our conversing, Google Dater brought up an interesting question. He asked simply, “Did you realize that I was into you [on either of the two occasions we had met]?”. Honestly? No, I hadn’t. He claimed he was flirting unmercifully. Hmm. I had just chalked it up to friendly banter. Now, I admit that I am generally an idiot about such things, but how much flirt potential am I missing out on here? Are there gaggles of potential Google suitors? All kidding aside, is my Flirt-O-Meter broken? If so, how do I fix it?
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Any googling I’ve done in the past has not been for dating purposes…. but as has to do with the flirt-o-meter, the problem is telling the difference between what is friendly and what is more-than-friendly – which is no easy task… the line is blurred enough already as it is.
Do more flirting. You don’t flirt and so you don’t expect it. I know a good time and place to start!
I think you should assume everyone is flirting with you. Starbucks dude: “Do you want whipped cream with that?” Baby Banana: “Hmmm…into the kinky stuff, eh?”. I’m soooo intrigued as to who the suitor is…JEN
So excited for you!! You will have to tell us how it works out, maybe you get your Christmas present you wanted afterall??? 🙂 Can we have a little bit more info on this guy? Share with the world!!!
I do too flirt!
Oh and Jen, HA! I love the way you think 🙂
The problem is probably in the ball-bearings. They should be replaced.
Hi there.((wink)) May I just say that your eyes are like two big pools of chocolate pudding? Yummy. Nice calves too, they must be sore from running through my mind all day though. Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?
Ah? Ah? How you like dem apples? You want some of this yet?
My flirting is insufferably awkward and I’m usually too paranoid to flirt because I think someone’s going to maybe likey the Clussy and decide to steal me, therefor, I flirt with my pretty girlies. ((winking like somethings in my eye))
You met someone, he googled you, and asked you out? Hmmmm…kinda weird 0 but hey, whatever works!
What do you think of him?
AM – I was with a guy when I met Google Dater (both times) and he didn’t want to disrespect. I give him credit for that.
Cluss – pouty pillow lips for you! And I like my eggs cookied!
Harms – I’ll dish to you girls, whenever, wherever.
i-66 – Agree WHOLEHEARTEDLY that the line is blurred, especially for self-proclaimed smart asses like myself.
And at least Google Dater’s search didn’t turn up any dirt which would deter him from asking you out…or depending on the kind of dirt, maybe it turned him on? 🙂
OK, so first of all, I love that you were googled. Sounds kinda, kinky and stuff. When are you going out with him? Based on your reply, we need a ‘dish date’ where we get you nice and toasty and divulge all sorts of sordid details on your googler who fooled your Flirt-O-Meter.
So then you’ve seen Google Dater before and he’s ok and everything? Or looked ok, I should say.
Oh Phil, I forgot…where does one fine replacement ball bearing for a broken Flirt-O-Meter?
Nicole – I am an angel! There is no dirt on me!
Cluss – The date is tomorrow night 🙂 But I’ll be offline for 12 days afterwards! So…suspense!
Heather – He’s your average cutie. And a supreme smart ass, which I like.
Spencer Gifts.
Or, you may have to take it back to the manufacturer, which could be difficult.
I don’t get it. Someone knew you, googled you, found your number and called you? Huh. I’m going to google George Clooney.
Right, right Phil! Everything of note can be found at Spencer Gifts.
Velvet – Met him at a bar (SO BRIEFLY!), he got my name and googled it…and it just so happens that my name is all over my company’s website. So he emailed me at work, cutely, to see if I was the girl from the bar. Everyone in the office is ga-ga over it.
I believe the Flirt-O-Meter, and it’s related parts are next to the Fart Machine.
The rumors of the death of your flirt-o-meter are greatly exaggerated. Godspeed you Baby Banana!
Really? Cause if I worked with you I would have grabbed a sharp knife and stood over you humming the theme from Psycho. That’s a little scary. If you go out with him, make sure to give someone all the information you have on him.
Damn I’m lame.