I used to do TV commercials when I was a kid, around the ages of 4-7. I hadn’t even thought about doing them again until I got into standup comedy. So, I took some head shots, got an agent, and began auditioning.
A couple of months ago, I participated in a commercial shoot that was of ‘hidden camera’ type for an energy company. Well, the commercial just debuted and I’m in it!
I make a couple of appearances starting around the 1 minute mark. Check it out!
I was discussing online dating (shocker) with someone the other day and I mentioned the fact that I’d setup several ‘boilerplate’ emails that I used on various sites to contact women. These cut-and-paste emails are written in a way that’s just generic enough so that I can use them again and again for an initial engagement. I’ve been doing this for years. However, I don’t do it every time. When I find someone that truly strikes me, I write a personal, well-thought out email.
The person I was talking to asked why I didn’t write a personal email to each prospective date and my response was simple: unread, deleted.
Unread deleted is the status indicator for when a woman does exactly that with a message I write. She doesn’t read it, she just deletes it after viewing my profile. Basically, either my pictures or description is not up to her standards, so what I wrote in the message doesn’t matter to her. This infuriates me to no end.
Many times I’ll come up with a clever email or something that really digs into what she wrote in her profile. I put honest-to-goodness thought into it and try to craft something that will catch her eye. Only, it’s wasted. It’s not even looked at. It’s discarded with nary a thought. I hate that. To me, it says that your personality is worthless, it’s all about your looks. I don’t like what I see, so who you are is irrelevant.
This wouldn’t goad me so much if it wasn’t for the fact that women constantly complain that men are shallow creatures. That they don’t look inside and only care about the outside. It seems that there’s a bit of pot-calling-the-kettle-black going on here.
This is the reason why hundreds of women throughout the years have all gotten the exact same message from me and hundreds more will receive it in the future.
While perusing one of the many dating sites that I am a member of, it occurred to me that I’m a big fan of looking at a person’s username. I believe that it gives a clue as to their personality type and some are just really clever.
However, your username can also work against you. Include a little too much information and there’s a good chance that you’ll have a real hard time getting dates I’ve posted a list of some usernames below that I believe will, um, hinder you from successfully finding a mate online (but what do I know, I’m still single).
Usernames guaranteed to keep you from meeting someone on internet dating sites (part 1):
For the guys
14InchesofPain (that one might work, there’s some weird people out there)
As some of my friend’s who will remain nameless (Jenn Mehlman) will tell you, I’m a bit of a font nerd. I believe that a font can make or break a design. A font conveys meaning and idea. It is one of the, if not the most, important things in a creative. I also watch documentaries about them.
That being said, I found this YouTube video that parodies Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face”. It’s called “Neutra Face” which, if you’re unfamiliar, is a font.
Today is my 36th birthday. I don’t know how to feel about that. Let me first qualify by saying that I’m sleep deprived right now having travelled cross country last night and, when I am in this mood, tend to be more melodramatic. It’s only fitting that I would be in this state on a day that most use to reflect on their own life and mortality. So, while the following is what I’m feeling right now, it may not be what I feel tomorrow after a good night’s rest. Or maybe it will be.
While I received an outpouring of birthday wishes today, there were a few notable absenses. Unfortunately, it was this time last year that I was at a completely different place in my life and I thought it was going in a completely different direction. Yet, here I am, a year later, back in the same place I was before. Starting from scratch. Back on the hunt. While I truly believe that this is a better place to be, my mind can’t help but to reflect to a year ago.
I need sleep.
As my best friend loving pointed out, forty is rapidly approaching. I think that 36 is an age when forty joins the conversation. It’s not the featured guest, but it certainly has a seat at the table. Forty. Where will I be then? What will my life be like? My head hurts to think about it.
What happened to thirty?
I don’t feel different. Maybe a little bit more experienced. Not apt to repeat some of the mistakes I’ve made in the past, yet poised to make new ones. I don’t think that ever ends. Will I ever learn? Not likely.
The family is celebrating on Wednesday.
My father’s birthday is three days from now. We’re doing a dual-celebration dinner on Wednesday. It will be nice to see everyone. I wonder how reflective I’ll be then. Maybe I’ll be more focused on my father’s remaining years than on my own.