When Eric Schaeffer Thinks About You, He . . . Sorry.
Okay, okay, just this one last post about dating-challenged doucheblogger Eric Schaeffer, and then we're quitting, forever. Really. After this, we'll just turn it over to the grassroots groups that have emerged — they have single ladies' best interests and not book publicity in mind, we desperately hope. So herewith, after the jump, is the last "I dated Eric Schaeffer" email you'll get from us. Warning: the words "making love" are involved.
I can't resist sending in my own "Eric" experience... I went to a uh, "dating event", with a girlfriend (okay, it was speed-dating... I had a boyfriend at the time, but a girl friend of mine pleaded for my support, so I gamely went along). He approached me before the event and said, "I know you... do you know how?" I'd never seen him before in my life, so I said no; do we go to the same gym or something? He then said he'd seen me at a certain downtown meeting (yes, I am 12-stepper too) and always thought I was "hot". He wanted me to leave with him and go have coffee; I explained that I'd promised to stay with my friend & maybe we'd chat after the event was over. Of course, he was first at my little table... we had to fill out a questionnaire & one question was "Why are you here?" with answers ranging from "For a laugh" to "I want to get married and have babies". Guess which answer Eric picked? Yep, marriage. Also, he'd lied about his age to get into this event, which required everyone be less than forty years old.
Anyway, he was kind of funny and intelligent, so we did end up checking each other's names off the list that told the organizers that they could share our e-mail addresses with any guys we liked. Eric e-mailed me immediately and we went back and forth a few days, doing a little more get to know you type conversation. The two things that made me end the correspondence were: he gave me a few compliments, then demanded I tell him something equally flattering about him because he needed to feel attractive too (I couldn't think of anything to say)... this struck me as very whiny and needy, qualities that I was not looking for in a man. The second thing he said that I found highly objectionable was when I asked him what he did all day (he said he was unemployed at the time)- he gave me a laundry list of activities, including prayer, yoga, meditation, and MAKING LOVE TO HIS HAND. I think that's when I "suddenly" realized I was much, much too busy to date (him) at that time. I was the recipient of several wounded stares when I saw him at meetings after that, but he did back off. I did meet the man who is now my husband shortly after that experience. Eric is still single, which is still a shock. That hand must be tired.
