The September issue of Elle Magazine (“Our Biggest Fashion Issue Ever! 650+ pages of approximately 1200 models who, all together, weigh less than this magazine!”) has an article titled “The Evolution of Wooing,” in which it details how the art of wooing has changed from 1993-1913.
1993: The world is a cold, heartless place, where according to the letters, you actually meet and are rejected by chaps in person.”
Life in the Boomer Lane is onboard with this. She and Then Husband separated in 1992, and by 1993, she realized that life had become one big shrieking angst-filled trip back to junior high, when she was subjected, for the first time in her life, to the scrutiny of the opposite sex and the thought that perhaps her hair might doom her to a life of celibacy.
1994: The advent of email, that opens your life forever to the wonder of words on a screen.
LBL remembers 1994 well, primarily for being bilked out of over $2000 by a company that promised her that the love of her life was waiting for her in their catalogue of available men. He wasn’t and they went out of business and eventually reappeared under a new name. LBL made a personal commitment never again to call a number taped to a utility pole.
1995: Match.com goes live, and you bravely create a profile saying you are looking for a “nice guy with a sense of humor” and receive 1,270 responses. In the first hour.
In addition to the 1,270 responses, LBL also receives emails and phone calls from every human being she has ever met, telling her that all 1,270 of these men are serial rapists/slashers and have bad breath and that she will be killed or worse if she spends one more minute trolling for men online.
1997: Wi-Fi is invented, making it possible for you to meet your future second husband at Starbucks in 2009.
LBL doesn’t frequent Starbucks, but she does meet men for coffee at the Metro 29 Diner, across the street from her office. She continues to do so until the manager calls the police, convinced LBL is a prostitute.
1998: Elle skips over this seminal (sometimes the English language hands you a gift) year in dating history, the invention of speed dating.
In 1999, LBL and her friend Susan start the first non-denominational speed dating group in the country. It is called Brief Encounters. LBL and Susan are responsible for countless people finding their one true love. LBL and Susan, themselves, find no one out of all the thousands of men they come in contact with. Men tell them they assume LBL and Susan are gay lovers. LBL and Susan consider dating each other.
2003: You are courted on MySpace by the lead singer of a band. It is tender. It is sweet. When you fly to see him perform in Ft Wayne, Indiana, you discover he is 15.
Back in 1999, LBL flies to someplace in Wisconsin that involves two planes and a two-hour drive from Duluth, MN. There she encounters an A frame in the middle of the woods. Her date, who she has been communicating with for the past couple months, tells her he built steps to the loft where the bed is, so she wouldn’t have to use a ladder. She thinks this might be love. Love ends after a second trip to his place, when he tells her he has had to return his new car mats because he ran out of money. LBL decides not to make a third trip to the A frame.
Elle continues until 2013. In the interval of years since 2004, when Facebook is invented, and 2006, when Twitter debuts, and 2007, when the iPhone takes over the world. In 2010 Skype makes it unnecessary to be in the same room with your partner in order to have sex. Both orgasms and entire relationships are created and dissolved in a matter of clicks, and eventually words, themselves, have no meaning. Words are so yesterday, when you can Instagram, Vine, or Snapchat. Now Tinder lets you scroll through a billion faces and instantly click accept or reject.
LBL has managed to avoid the last 10 years of technological mayhem. Now Husband finds her on Match.com in 2002. His profile presents a killer smile and the words “Me in kitchen.” LBL thinks he has written “Mein Kitchen” and for some reason thinks this is cute. They start dating in 2003, marry in 2006. Eleven years after meeting, both the killer smile and the attachment to the kitchen have lost none of their charm.
on thehomefrontandbeyond
September 20, 2013
best post ever!
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
Wow, thanks.
claudiajustsaying
September 21, 2013
I’m curious, what happened between 1999 Mr. A-Frame and 2002 meeting husband on Match.com? Did I miss something? …just saying
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
I’m glad you asked. I have a synopsis of this, complete with video and study guide, that can be ordered for a tidy sum. A teaser: a half Jewish, half Native American. Seriously. Now I know you’ll pay anything to get your hands on this.
claudiajustsaying
September 23, 2013
LOL, so you’re not talking about it.
Gayane
September 21, 2013
Lots of love in this post! uh, not for the A frame guy, but you know…… xoxo
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
As Judy says, schmoopie stuff.
benzeknees
September 21, 2013
Awwwww. . . Hubby & I met through a phone dating service except we never replied to each other. He went out with a friend of mine who wasn’t sure he was right for her so she introduced us to each other. We got along well. Then when he asked her if she would be okay with it if he asked me out, she got all upset. I wouldn’t go out with him because I valued her friendship & so it went for a few weeks. Then she finally gave us her blessing to date each other. In the end, the friendship did not survive.
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
That is a great story. Have you written a post about it?
benzeknees
September 23, 2013
You know, I’m not sure, but I don’t think I did write a post about this. Since I have a Life with Kelvin series going right now, maybe I should write a post about how we met. Thanks for the idea!
notquiteold
September 21, 2013
I actually fixed up a close relative with a dating ad I saw in the paper. I figured I was “meant” to see this ad – for my very lonely relative. I called this woman and explained that although it was weird of me to call her, she should consider it a recommendation from another woman – so it was actually much safer than meeting a strange man. Twelve years later, they are still together.
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
Write a post! Write a post! Or I will steal it and write a post!
notquiteold
September 23, 2013
I never want to embarrass anyone but myself… but maybe if I am careful to disguise the identities…
Betty Londergan
September 21, 2013
Love this — very sweet!
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
Thanks, Betty.
Nataly
September 22, 2013
OMG- nearly peed my pants, had a nose coffee fountain going….. you nailed this!
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
Thanks, Nataly. I’ll sleep well tonight, knowing I had you going through both ends.
Valentine Logar
September 22, 2013
This is the funniest thing I have read all weekend! You have absolutely defined ‘wooing”
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
Thanks, Valentine!
Sienna (@datingseniormen)
September 23, 2013
It’s hard to know whether to laugh or cry about modern-day methods of finding a mate (I laughed all through this hilarious piece, of course). About 25 years ago I read an essay by a seemingly earnest science writer who predicted sex-by-computer that goes something like this: you don a full-body rubber suit fitted with electrodes, as does your partner in another city, state, or country. You both sit at your computers and press buttons, sending impulses with all the right intensities to all the right body parts at all the right intervals. We must be grateful that Skype renders this prophesy outmoded before it comes about. Skype adds sight and sound, and after all, what is sex without OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG…!?
Life in the Boomer Lane
September 23, 2013
Where can I buy the rubber suit?
Susan in TX
October 2, 2013
The future is here. And you don’t even need a computer or a rubber suit. Check out the iPhone app that lets you control your partner’s vibrating underwear. Made by Durex–yep, the condom maker. Takes sexting and phone sex to a whole new level, ya think?
And it’s called? Fundawear.
Your post is both funny and sweet. What a delight.
Sandra Parsons
September 25, 2013
Yeah, I am pretty glad I met my husband through the conventional channels. You know, in person, doing a sport we both love. I wouldn’t know how to face computer love.
What a beautiful declaration of love, I am sure, NH is happy to have tried out the kitchen trick successfully.