The Nice But Blah One…

Dollarphotoclub_58045195.jpgI haven’t been dating at all lately. I started a new job recently which is keeping me exceptionally busy and I’m like a man in that I struggle to focus on more than one thing at a time…

But I do have a date story from last month that I have yet to update you about. Following on from the time when I got drunk in the bath and fired up the Tinder machine, I also matched with a baldy. Now, I’m generally not that attracted to a bald man, but this guy had a really nice face, lively sparkly eyes and a great smile.

We started chatting and he lived in the west which is usually not my thing either. He also had a job that sounded a bit…..ummmm….low level?! But he was funny and we both liked burgers and binge watching the same TV series. That is enough right? Right?!?!

We discussed my burger hit list over Tinder and he suggested that we meet up for a burger lunch. Sweet! Two birds and all. But all my burger hit list places are near the city and he lived in Parramatta so was not so keen to commute. I somewhat considered this to be a deal breaker as I would drive at least 3 hours for a burger adventure and I would expect that my future husband would share these life values. Which also raised another potential deal breaker as he drove a Camry….apparently a sporty Camry….is that even a thing?? Actually why the fuck did I go out with this dude?? #destinedtofail….

Anyhoo, we agree to meet at a burger place that I like that is kind of between us geographically. He is early and tells me that he will be waiting out the front of the burger place for me. When I arrive I notice that he is wearing exactly the same purple Ralph Lauren polo that he is wearing in two of his six Tinder pics. I am suspicious it’s his best outfit….

I also notice when I go to kiss him on the cheek hello that he is shorter than me. Again. As usual. Fucking hell why do men struggle so much with measurements?!?! He had told me he was 6 foot. I wore flats. You can’t fool me on this dudes!!! I seriously want to take a measuring tape on my next date and measure the guy when he obviously is deluded about his height. They must learn!!

So I already know this is a fizzer, but he really does have a nice face that I’m quite drawn to. We order, he pays and we take a seat. Chat is easy, light hearted and fun. We finish our burgers after about an hour and he asks if I wanted to get another drink or a coffee.

Although I didn’t feel a spark, I was enjoying his company so I say yes. I buy him a coffee and we spend about another hour chatting. I have to run off to do some negotiating on my contract for my new job, so we hug goodbye and say the usual ‘talk soon’ stuff.

He messages me after the date saying he had fun and is keen to catch up again soon. I didn’t feel like I really liked him BUT I didn’t particularly dislike him apart from the shortness, so as usual I decide if he pursues me I would go on another date with him but I won’t be chasing him.

And I never heard from him again. Oh well…

I’m not exactly crying myself to sleep about it. I’m so totally over online dating though. I just can’t be bothered. So hopefully my unicorn will randomly turn up elsewhere. In the meantime, I’ve joined a car club and had my first track day recently out at Eastern Creek. Out of 98 drivers that day, I was one of only two women. I like those odds!!

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A New Dealbreaker

Nutella Box

The Nutella Valentine’s Day Box from Kayter Co. Source: Instagram @kayter_co

I’ve been on a dating hiatus lately. I deleted all of the dating apps from my phone a couple of months ago having decided (for the time being) that online dating was not for me.

I was still in that mindset a few weeks ago, however after I had drunk a bottle of red in the bath one Friday night (you know, the usual) I decided to load up Tinder again just to look at the pictures.

But being a bit/lot tiddly, I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Some of these guys looked like fresh stock on the market and were actually quite attractive. I (apparently) swiped right on a number of them…

One I matched with immediately and we started chatting on the app. His name was Keith. Oops. I’ve written before that I can’t “see my future husband as a Wayne, Shane or a Keith” but he seemed like my type in both of his pics.

We had some good chat filled with witty banter that had me laughing out loud for reals (perhaps a little spurred on by the wine though…) and after about an hour of typing I decided that I was in the mood to chat on the phone. I sent him my phone number with the message “you call me now so I can tell if you’re a weirdo or not”. It was almost midnight. In hindsight he may have thought I was calling for some sexy time chat…

When he called I realised he was English. This is also often a no no for me with my teeth concerns. He was not smiling in either pic. Because I was tiddly, I flat out asked him if he had bad teeth because English people so often have bad teeth. He laughed and said no, he has good teeth.

We spoke for about an hour and he also revealed that he is quite political (not my bag) and a real greenie who is quite passionate about climate change. So I’m sure he would love my desire to drive everywhere in my very thirsty car, as well as the amount of water I use/waste in my giant bath tub most nights….

It’s getting late and before we say our goodbyes he asks to take me to brunch in a few days. In between we are txting to organise where we’ll meet. I had told him that I have a foodie list of places that I want to go based on pics that I’ve seen on Instagram, so he suggests we go to one of those places. Awesome! I want to go to this place that does the famous ‘Tella Ball Shakes. It’s a ridiculous milkshake topped off with a Nutella doughnut.

I thought he’d be pretty excited about this prospect too because, Nutella. Turns out he isn’t excited at all as it could kill him. Yep, he has a nut allergy. My heart is broken. No Nutella. No peanut butter. Chocolate is a death trap. So is a lot of bread apparently. These are a few of my favourite things….

We instead arrange to meet at one of my favourite brunch places in Balmain. He messages about 15 mins before we are due to meet to say he is probably running 5-10 mins late. Another big no no in my book, but to his credit he at least told me before and not right on the time we were meant to meet, or even after like most guys do!

I take a table and check out the menu even though I know I’m getting the corn cakes with avocado and crispy, crispy bacon mmmm. When he arrives I get up to give him a kiss on the cheek and I feel quite tall next to him. He told me he was bang on six foot, I’m 5’10” and was wearing flats. Hmmm….

We start with the usual chit chat and he has a quite nice, lively face and a cheeky smile…but there is something unexpected. He has a big gap between his top teeth. To be fair, his teeth are nice, but gap teeth are something I just don’t dig. I know lots of people are into them, famous models have made a career with them, but it’s not for me.

But we have a great meal with lots of good chat, so when he suggests we get another takeaway coffee and take a walk I say yes as I’m genuinely having a fun time with him. We walk down to the park on the water and then back to our cars as both our parking meters are about to run out. He asks if I wanted to do anything else after that, but I had to leave to get some references and things sorted for a job so I head off.

We exchanged a couple of messages later that afternoon, but then it just fizzled and I assume neither of us were keen enough to pursue it which is fine.

It was probably for the best. I wouldn’t have been able to commit to keeping him safe by never eating delicious, delicious Nutella ever again. Mmmmmm nuts….

The Gentleman Doth Protest Too Much

Tinder has continued to be full of previous disappointments and those that no doubt would be a future disappointment should I have chosen to meet them.

After some of my recent posts I had people email me or comment on the blog about me being too picky and like most women in Sydney, that I am looking for something that simply does not exist.

Someone wrote to me from a dating consultancy that claims highly eligible Sydney bachelors are struggling to find a lady here but when they open up their search overseas (and not to like Russia or something…), they are inundated with dates.

So obviously there is something wrong with Sydney women. It couldn’t possibly be that Sydney men are below par. Clearly all my sexy single women friends that are highly motivated, have a wicked sense of humour and great lives should think themselves lucky to go on a date with the bloke that looks like he hasn’t brushed his teeth since 1999, hates his job, whinges about it but does nothing to improve the situation and despite being pretty much middle aged, is still desperate for pay day to roll around each month.

Sure, I know you’re going to say that there are loads of decent guys out there that are not like that at all. But let me tell you, there are a shit ton of those losers and they are very active on dating sites!

And yes I do admit that there are some good on paper guys that I’ve met and they seem to tick the boxes, but when it comes down to it, I just don’t want them to tick my box so to speak. As shallow as it sounds, there has to be physical attraction and chemistry for a romantic relationship otherwise he is just like a girlfriend but with the opposite parts. Well that’s how it goes in my rule book anyway…

Recently I talking to a guy on tinder who looked like my type in his pics, sounded like my style in messages and seemed like he was ticking some boxes. When he asked for my number, I decided to ask him the usual deal breaker questions before moving offline.

This started with height. Absolute deal breaker for me. Yes, I remember that the Englishman was a little shorter than me and yes I remember I was really into him, BUT it was a brief dalliance so it remains untested if height would have become an issue down the track.

So I tell him that there are things I like to know before moving to chatting on the phone.  He seems keen to play and says shoot.

I ask him his height.

He responds 5’11”. Ok, not ideal. I do not consider 5’11” tall….

I respond saying cool I’m 5’10”.

And then it all turns to shit. His next message is:

“That’s great. But I’m looking for someone who likes me for who I am, not because I’m a certain height. You may call it practical but it comes across as superficial. Anyway, it’s a real turn off so I’ll respectfully pass on taking things to the next level”.

Hmmm sure as shit that man was actually about 5’7″.

Just imagine how he would have reacted on the 27th question when I asked for a pic of his teeth…..

Tinder – a Slideshow of my Past

I haven’t been doing much dating lately. I felt over online dating so I deleted all the apps and thought I’d prefer to meet someone out and about. But then I got the plague for two months and didn’t go out much at all.

A few weeks back I decided to try an online dating site I hadn’t used before called Elite Singles. It seemed good in theory and I remember discussing it with Ms A who thought that there should be a better calibre of man on there based purely on the branding. Surely all the riff raff would self select themselves out of something called ‘Elite Singles’ as they knew they were not elite.

No. Turns out most men have alarmingly high self esteem. There were many, many men on there that were not elite at all. The worst of which had the style of the guys in Warrant and I was stuck with Sweet Cherry Pie stuck in my head for days.

But after speaking with some of my single girlfriends last week, I was encouraged to give Tinder another look. I loaded the app up again, adjusted my search settings to a nice broad 30-45 age range with 20 kms distance (see I’m being more relaxed on my criteria these days…) and started flicking through.

Within minutes of swiping I was reminded as to why I gave up on Tinder. It is seriously like a fast moving slideshow of my dating past in recent years. It’s always the same people!

Guy I dated once but was dull – swipe left

Guy I spoke with once but was a bad speller – swipe left

Guy who was my very first Tinder date – swipe left

Guy I worked with (and I’m pretty sure he’s married) – swipe left

Guy I dated a few times and he went AWOL (dang it, I assumed he died….) – swipe left

Mike (still 42 surprisingly) – swipe left

Guy who is my friend’s ex – swipe left

6’6″ ‘my share house smells like dog‘ dad- swipe left

Guy I spoke with and he irritated the crap out of me – swipe left

Guy who is definitely my type, if he had 3 more inches – swipe left

Asshole frenchie – swipe left

Guy who is physically my type, but when we chatted was dumb as shit – swipe left

Guy who I spoke with and was a weirdo stalker – swipe left.

Sigh. Happy Groundhog Day!

My Game of 1-100

I have a theory that the men that display bad dating behaviour, you know, things like planning a second or third date with you but ghosting before it happens, do so because they have so much choice. They can easily and quickly meet women near them via Tinder and you can be supposedly ‘upgraded’ and cast aside before you know it.

It’s definitely due to the man drought. Yes, there is a statistically proven man drought in Sydney where women in their 30’s outnumber men, but that’s just accounting for quantity. Compounding the drought impact is that the men that we do have access to are largely of the quality that you wouldn’t even take an Uber ride with, let alone go on a date with.

I never hear anyone say “oh I have this single guy friend who is so smart and nice looking, so funny, has his shit together, wants to meet a nice girl, but just can’t find one”. NEVER. But you hear it all the time about great women looking for a nice guy and I know a number of them!

I’ve met a lot them whilst doing things like speed dating, via this blog and even through Tinder. Yes, the strategist in me decided one day to check out the women on Tinder to see what my competition was like and I ended up befriending a girl. Sure there are a lot of train wreck duds on there, but there seems to be A LOT of quality women too. Dang it…

It appeared that men have an abundance of good options at their disposal if they just take a little time swiping through the occasional lady dud. I assume guys would have a high swipe right strike rate, perhaps they are even at risk of RSI, but I estimated that I swipe right less than 2% of the time.

So when I restarted my Tinder account to find Mike, I decided to put it to the test and play the 1-100 game from Sex and City. In the ep Carrie and Charlotte are sitting at a table outside a cafe and for every man they see walk past, they note down whether they would want to sleep with him based on first impressions.

As I swiped though the Tinder profiles, I screen shotted each of the men and decided based on their first pic only if I would swipe right or not to them. It took less than 15 minutes to get through 100 profiles (those in the pic, blurred for some privacy…) and I was quite surprised by the result.

Out of those 100 men, if I only got to see that one pic I would have swiped right to 14. Maybe Tinder was serving up the most popular profiles because it thought I was a newbie and needed to be wowed, but I was really surprised by liking 14% of the guys.

Of course, although first impressions are a strong factor in dating, it is not everything. I’m not shallow enough / I’m far too picky to make life decisions on just one pic. In fact, if a guy only has one pic I swipe left as I assume that they randomly nailed that one hot pic and they look nothing like that photo. Maybe I have trust issues….

Of those 14 guys, after further investigation into the rest of their profile only 6 continued to hold my interest. I matched with 5 of those 6, but 2 never bothered chatting, 1 was too short, 1 had kids, the last was boring as shit.

From 14 to 0 in record time. The drought continues….

Zero to D*** Pic in 15 minutes

I caught up with Ms S for lunch last week and after updating her on my recent dates, she told me about her friend who is also busy perusing the delightful men on Tinder and how their profiles can be quite ummm….surprising.

Yes surprising. You can just be going about your business thinking he has a big head, swipe left. He has a little head, must be short, swipe left. OMG that is not his head. Well not the one on his shoulders…

But I must say that I have not encountered a dick pic (DP) whilst swiping on Tinder for quite some time. I’m not really complaining, but I do wonder why they have disappeared?

When I first started on Tinder they were quite prolific. Some were more discreet than others. The first pic might be a nice pic of the guy’s face so you stop and look at his other pics. Oh he is wearing a suit in pic 2, very nice. Oh he has a puppy in pic 3, sweet. Then bam, pic 4 is his dick. I wonder if he is DTF? Perhaps I should ask…

Anyhoo, Ms S reminded me of when at her birthday drinks last year I was sharing tales of being a single lady with the coupled up ladies. I showed them a pic a ‘gentleman’ happened to send me that week. In hindsight, it was a very ummm….substantial example of a DP and I never investigated it further, so it may have been a fake…

The group were shocked at how shameless the guy was and when I mentioned how frequently DPs appeared either on profiles or in conversation with a guy, they set me a challenge of getting a new one that night. I said I could do it within 15 mins.

Start the clock!!

I swiped right to some new guys quite indiscrimnately and contacted a few of the matches with suggestive greetings. One took the bait quickly and was out and about in the area and obviously looking for a friend that evening. After a couple of playful messages I flat out asked for a DP. He said he would be happy to oblige and would send it to my phone.

Mission accomplished. Within FIVE minutes.

Of course my phone got passed around so everyone could have a good look. We did feel a little bad for him, so to make him feel better about himself (and because we were tiddly…) we took a photo to return the favour.

Of the group of us ladies each giving him the V sign with tongue…..

I wonder why guys have become shy lately?!

Return of the Mike

Remember Mike? The missing potentially eligible bachelor? A couple of weeks ago as I was rapidly flicking through Tinder, I saw a familiar face flash across my screen. As often happens when you have swiped left 86 times in a row, it is very hard to stop the momentum.

So his profile was gone. Again. Forever….

Ok maybe not. I wasn’t talking to anyone interesting in my matches chat window and curiosity about Mike got the better of me. I restarted my Tinder profile and got back to swiping, but a little more cautiously than before.

It took a good few days of on and off swiping through likely a thousand or more guys, but I eventually saw his profile again.

When I was first talking to Mike he had one profile pic up. We were exchanging phone numbers to line up a meet, but I would have needed to see more than one pic before I decided to do that of course. I’m still scarred from all those bad teeth incidents…..

Anyhoo, his profile now had three pics. And the two new ones were bad. Very bad. In one he was wearing sunglasses. Yes, this is very common with online dating as most people look hot in sunglasses. Most, but not all…

But these were little John Lennon type glasses. So bad. So very bad. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd I’m out.

Before I swiped left I noticed something else didn’t look quite right. I thought he was in his late 30’s when we were last talking, but his profile now says he is 42. I check back to my original blog post about him and his profile last time said he was 38. My post was 6 months ago, not 4 years!

Someone commented on the blog post at the time that they thought he sounded dodgy by the way he was randomly on and off tinder. They suggested he was probably married and couldn’t linger on there for fear of getting caught. Perhaps they were right?!?

Or was I about to be catfished by ‘Mike’? Hmmmm that would have made for a more interesting blog post I guess…

I’ve Fallen For a Man That I Don’t Find Attractive

Who would have thought it was possible? I certainly didn’t. Sure, I’ve heard stories of it happening, but only to people with far lower standards than me ;p

I count physical attraction as one of my top 4 elements of compatability for me to be really in to someone. No, I’m not expecting the chiselled good looks of the deliciously tall Bondi Vet or the Magic Mike body of Channing Tatum (although I wouldn’t knock them back…) but I do want someone that I actually like to look at when I talk to them.

I’ve often debated this issue with people that like to tell me that I’m single because I’m ‘too picky’. I’m told to give the guy with the bad teeth or the wonky eye a go because attraction can grow.

I agree that attraction can grow. I can prove it. I don’t usually feel that attracted to guys with dark eyes, as evident by the guy that plays Mr Grey in 50 Shades doing absolutely nothing for me! But I do remember a guy I was seeing for a few months who had brown eyes that I found reasonably physically attracted to initially, but I grew to really like how intense his brown eyes were they more I grew to like him to the point that it was my favourite feature about him even though I had hardly noticed them when we met.

So I was quite fascinated by the U.S. version of Married at First Sight when in both season 1 and season 2, one of the three women matched for marriage openly admitted that they were not attracted to the guy chosen by the ‘experts’ as her ‘perfect match’ and that the guy they picked ‘did not look like my husband’.

<<<<SPOILER ALERT>>>>

I’m only halfway through season 2, but it seems that both of these women committed to the experiment and ended up getting ‘crushes’ on their husbands and becoming attracted to them the more that they got to know them. As they learnt more about the guy they realised that they actually had a lot in common and they understood why the experts had matched them. These couples seemed to end up being the matches with the strongest long term relationship potential.

Now, maybe season 2 doesn’t work out that way (I’m currently binge watching the series, so I’m sure I’ll know shortly…) but from season 1, I am quite shocked that the couple stayed together.

I completely understood the bride feeling hesitant. Her groom strangely reminded me of Gargamel from the Smurfs cartoons. He also had a number of raised bubbly moles on one side of his face, he was balding and tall but hunched over. She was gorgeous and he was practically licking her lips when he saw her…

227022_103_gargamelWhen the bride saw him she shut down, still went through with marrying him but then hyperventilating cried with her family about not feeling attracted to him and claimed that she had made the worst mistake of her life. They went on their honeymoon and she was pretty much giving him death stares the entire time and smacking his hand away if he tried to touch her.

But after they moved in together and spent more time together she started to like him – and I did too!! It really surprised both of us. I didn’t see it coming AT ALL!

Especially on my behalf. I think if I turned up to a Tinder date with that guy having seen only a pic of his good side, I potentially would have faked appendicitis and called an ambulance to escape the date.

But he had a really cheeky personality, made lots of bad jokes and he was a really sweet and genuine person. He became more and more attractive to me with each episode. I felt like I was being deceived with the producers deployed some kind of photoshopping to make him more likeable. But no, it was just me falling for him…

So, I’m confused. Does this mean I should go on a date with the most repulsive man I can find on Tinder??

My Night with the Chicken Pot Pie

Superhero Businessman French Cityscape Concept

Hellooooo! Sorry, it’s been a while I know. I have been busy and just not in the mood to write lately. But tonight I’m in the mood to rant!

I was meant to go on a date tonight with a very sexy (supposedly) French man. We met on Tinder last week and after chatting for a few days on the app, I decided to give him my number and ask him to call so I could do the voice test before moving to a face to face date.

That call actually didn’t go well. When I answered he said hello and that it was ‘Mr A’. I responded with a ‘hey how are you?’

He must have misheard that as he replied with ‘you know I’m Mr A, we were just talking on Tinder, I live in…’ like I had so many Mr A’s that I had just given my number to that there could possibly have been some confusion. Okaaaaay….

The call continued and I could hardly understand him at all. I think he said that he had been in Australia for nine years, but his accent was very heavy. It was the awkward type of conversation where after you’ve said ‘pardon’, ‘sorry’ and ‘what’ and still don’t know what he said after three attempts that you do a little giggle and move on.  We cut the call short after discussing catching up soon and I couldn’t help but think I may need subtitles on the date.

By Tuesday we’ve agreed via txt to meet up on Sunday night. By Thursday we’ve agreed the meeting place and have been chatting some more, including him sending me some pics of the view of the Vivid light festival from his apartment with him suggesting that he would invite me over, but he understands that I probably wouldn’t be keen to do that on a first date. You think?

Sunday lunchtime comes and I shoot a txt over to him to confirm that we are still on for our date that evening. He replies immediately saying yes and reconfirms the meeting details for 5:30pm. It’s all sorted.

I start to get ready about 3:30pm as I’m planning on catching the bus into the city about 4:40pm. It’s one of those days when your makeup just works and you like what you see in the mirror. I’ve started doing my hair when my phone chirps from the bedroom a little after 4pm. It’s him.

“Hi SSIS, sorry for the short notice but I have to cancel, I apologise”

WTF?!? Late notice and no elaborate excuse as to why?! I expect to see an excuse of the calibre of my grandmother died, or my dog ate a tube of superglue, or I fell down the stairs and broke my face for pulling the pin so late.

I reply “Oh…” giving him the hint that I’m expecting more than that.

He replies “I am really sorry, but I am feeling like shit and tired”.

Tired? Tired!!! Everyone is fucking tired. All the fucking time. I just reply “Ok” and leave it at that.

I finish doing my hair, but decide that a night in is in order and also that I’m in the mood to cook. I pull out my Mum’s recipe for Chicken Pot Pies and head out to the shops to grab the ingredients.

Whilst I’m out I see a crazy cool sunset with the sky all sorts of pink and orange and the pies I made were pretty damn good if I say so myself. So perhaps it wasn’t all bad that my plans changed.

Frenchie continues to try and make himself feel better by justifying his sudden ‘illness’ sending messages that he has been in bed sleeping, that he had a big night last night and is really hungover, and that he should remember that he isn’t 20 anymore.

Whatevs dude. I unmatched him on Tinder…but with a tiny pang of sadness seeing he was smokin’ hot…

The Little One

Woman, showing small amount gesture with handLast week I started talking to an Irish guy on Tinder. He told me that he was new to the Tinder game and that he had never met anyone from the app before. He also asked if I wanted the great honour of being his first!

Yes, it was probably a line. Yes, it worked!

There was only one problem. After agreeing to meet, he then mentioned his height – 5’9″.

I’m 5’10” and I quite like wearing heels with a man! I was disappointed, but I’ve been asked a lot lately by my girlfriends if height was really that much of a deal breaker for me as they know some great shorter guys.

Well ok, I give in. It’s time to prove or disprove the importance of this item on my list.

We were getting along well on Tinder with really sparky conversation, then also on txt and we arranged to meet one night after work last week. Again I had left the phone screen round to the last minute and there seemed to be no time to squeeze it in before our date.

But on the day of our date, another aspect of my life took an unexpected turn and I decided to cancel as I needed to get some things sorted. I called him to postpone our date until later in the week. When he answers he has the sexiest Irish accent and I wish that I had called him earlier! He is completely fine with postponing the date, but he is about to travel interstate to visit family so we agree to meet for lunch on Tuesday this week.

He sends a couple of txts over the weekend and I’m quite looking forward to our lunch.

On the day I turn up at the restaurant bang on time (as usual) and he txts that he is a few minutes away. Grrrr….

When he approaches I can’t help but notice his height and he is definitely more than one inch shorter than me. As we know, men always add an extra inch.

We take a seat, he takes his sunglasses off and I notice that he is nice looking……but I also can’t help but notice that his teeth have likely not seen a dentist in about 10 years. Nor dental floss. Possibly ever. Ok SSIS, let it go….

We order and whilst we wait for our food he asks me a heap of questions. Eventually I get to ask him some and start with asking how his weekend interstate was. He tells me that it was good as he has a child who lives there and he got to spend a lot of time with them….

Kaboom! Seriously. You cannot drop the fact that you have a child into casual conversation like that!! And it gets worse.

The child is quite young and the result of a ‘short-term relationship’ with the mum. Okkkkkkkaaaaaaayyyyyy….

I half-heartedly listen to him talking about his family court battles whilst we finish our meal. Then it is time to wrap that shit up!

I left the date feeling annoyed. I believe there are 3 things that should always be disclosed upfront when dating. Based on my experience talking to both guys that I’ve dated and other single women, height, smoking status and kids are most often the deal breakers.

Oh and teeth. Ok, no, maybe that’s just me…