Saturday meet-up

Hola y'all.

Taken in by Meghann's enthusiasm to check out a new place in the hood, and the fact of a 3-day weekend, and that I always say I want to check out new places in this hood but rarely do, 

it seems as good a reason as any to check out a new place in the hood.

Tonight.

Let's start at 8 p.m. at Telegraph Hill, 289 Dorchester Street, South Boston.  We can have a round, determine if we want to stay longer, and if not, think of another new place in the hood (out to Fort Point Channel, perhaps?) we want to check out.

Daters of Idiosyncratic Bostonians are welcome.  But you don't have to be one.  If you just feel like getting a beer in Southie on a Saturday night, come join.

(Questions? Or think you might join later and don't have my phone number?  Drop an e-mail to datersidiosyncraticbostonians@gmail.com before 7:30.)

Day 19 of 28: 4.10 miles

February Total: 37.75

2011 Total: 87.76

DIBs: Cocktails

On the last 80-degree Wednesday evening in May, the DIBs hit up Southie for some patio cocktails at Franklin Southie.  Random Blog Reader and I were this time joined by Jen and Another Random Blog Reader. 

No bones about it.  We just sat for a couple hours and discussed  ..... Idiosyncratic Bostonians.  

Surprisingly and (again more and more not surprisingly), we knew many of the same characters.   Recognized screen names from websites.  When I launched into a story about man I'd gotten into several weeks of online conversation with before a relatively ill-fated live outing ... RBR injected with a wry smile: 

"That isn't _________, is it?"

And it was.

Don't worry .... we also discussed the horrifying possibility that we might be the Idiosyncratic ones. 

I can't speak entirely for my new friends, but I think we were striving for a sense of community and I think we found it:   four attractive (all), successful (all) mid-30s women.  Each with an active dating life and each with a litany of frustrations and sense of humor about it.  Each with an eerily encyclopedic knowledge of who has been hanging out on Match.com, OKCupid, PlentyOfFish, JDate.com.

All good reasons to get along.

In our other life circles we are the unmarried daughters or the one single in the group of married couples or the best friend of a dynamic guy who already has a girlfriend or the co-worker or the study partner.  In this circle we got to celebrate just being Singles in the City.

Nice.  Watch for the next one.

All the single ladies....

We're at 3 bodies and counting for Wednesday's outing at Franklin Cafe. Which is dandy and definitely enough to get the conversation flowing....

Although there are certainly more DIBs out there than are owing up to it, no? 

All are welcome. Let's make it a bigger party.

(datersidiosyncraticbostonians@gmail.com)

DIBs: Doing It (finally)

The time has come, Daters of Idiosyncratic Bostonians.

(And you know who you are.)

We're in the heights of spring: the days are longest.  Audacious men are everywhere. Sex and the City 2 opens next Thursday and please tell me you are not going to see it.

Instead, you are going to meet me, Random Blog Reader, and whoever else chances to show up next Wednesday to drink and nosh with the DIBs.

I checked in with RBR a few days ago to tell her I felt stuck these past weeks. It doesn't feel good to have it be spring and have the days be long and have the men be audacious and to feel .... stuck.

She replied to needing the same. Whew.

When:  

Wednesday, May 26, 8 p.m.

Where:  

Franklin Cafe, 152 Dorchester Ave, South Boston

How:  

RSVP by e-mailing to
 datersidiosyncraticbostonians@gmail.com

Who: 

Technically, we're
"a support group for 30-something female online daters contacted by idiosyncratic Bostonians with hankerings for (respectively) older ladies,
certain types of their clothing,
and certain varieties of chat function."

But we realize there are
idiosyncratic lady Bostonians out there, too. 

So men, join us, if you've got the tales to prove it.

DIBs

Longtime readers of this space (should you actually exist?) might recall a period in April last year where it seemed every man I encountered on Match.com was strange and every woman who was reading had met the same strange men. One of those women, Random Blog Reader, went so far as to find my profile on Facebook so we could discuss our similar encounters off-blog.

Craziness. It it birthed the cliche "Greater Boston -- a smaller town than you'd think," and inspired an idea:

Maybe I should start a support group for 30-something female online daters contacted by idiosyncratic Bostonians with hankerings for (respectively) older ladies, certain types of their clothing, and certain varieties of chat function.

Or, as RBR dubbed it: the Daters of Idiosyncratic Bostonians Support Group.

(I like "DIBs" for short.)

On Tuesday night RBR and I finally met in person. She's about my age. She's single. We closed down Upstairs on the Square (in Harvard) over a couple glasses of wine, our conversation much less a bitch session than just frank talk about the scene, such as it is. For example: as Jewish, in her practice she has not found herself to be Jewish enough for the men of JDate. She's wary of dating guys from her swing dancing group, even though some could be viable, in case it were to go badly and ruin her enjoyment of a favorite hobby. She finds it ridiculously easy to get to a 3rd date ... and ridiculously hard to get any further.

As for me, well, I talked a lot. I tend to talk a lot. RBR was a good listener .... considering how vomitous I get when sharing woes, compounded that she already knew much of it from her daily reading. It was a good lesson in how to listen.

And the upshot? RBR and I departed in agreement that forming a DIBs group is a most necessary item of business for this blog. How and when, TBD. (lol!)

Watch for the details.