The Three Phases of Online Dating

Dante divided hell into 10 levels. Fortunately for Online dating, there are only three phases to traverse (four if you count making bail).

Phase 1. Writing or responding to a personal ad

If it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, the duck may still describe herself as a Margot Robbie look-alike.

He (Erskine Tribble) describes himself as: “Handsome captain of industry with six-pack abs and a winning smile (I have the trophies to prove it) seeking beautiful woman to share quiet times in my fully-staffed quarter-mile long yacht.”

She (Zelda Hadley) describes herself as: “Former super model, current super-duper model seeking sensitive, caring, hunky billionaire willing to open his heart and bank account.”

Phase 2. Corresponding online

The dance of the veiled texts and e-mails can be a treacherous tango – particularly when a personal ad photo was taken from a satellite.

He says: “Dear Zelda, I look forward to the day when we will finally meet in person. Business is going well here in London. However, I should warn you: Due to security reasons, when we finally meet, I will appear shorter, fatter, and have less hair than previously described. By the way, have you finished your Sports Illustrated Swimsuit photo shoot? – Faithfully yours, Erskine.”

She says: “Dearest Erskine, Even though we’ve never actually met in person, I count the minutes we’re apart. I look forward to the day when we’ll cruise the globe in your quarter-mile long yacht. (Have the authorities tracked down the pirates who stole it?) The photo shoot went well, though the location was switched to Canton, Ohio. I should also warn you that I had to put on 75 pounds to audition for the starring role in “The Shelly Winters Story,” but I joined a gym and will be down to my normal 95 pounds in no time. — Miss you, Zelda.”

Phase 3. Googling a background check

You desperately want to believe you’ve discovered a diamond in the rough, but a tiny voice in the back of your head keeps saying you must check for roughage.

He Googled: Zelda Hadley

PMS Quarterly – …most severe case was recorded in 2022 when a team of 10 doctors and nurses were needed to restrain Zelda Hadley for three consecutive days…

Woman Arrested for Violating Restraining Order – …Zelda Hadley, an ex-girlfriend of Hawkins, denied slashing his tires and throwing a brick through his living room window. Hadley was taken into custody and later released on bail…

UFO Abductions of 2024 – …final speaker of the evening was Zelda Hadley who talked about her three alien abductions in 1993, 2006, and 2021…

Man Accuses Date of Stealing Wallet – …the accused, Zelda Hadley, claimed the entire incident was a misunderstanding. The couple met on perfectmates.com, an online dating service. Medvig has refused to drop the charges. “There is still $100 missing”…

Official Stephen Miller Fan Club Web Site – …was enthusiastically attended by eight members. President Zelda Hadley called the meeting to order…

She Googled: Erskine Tribble

Norfolk D.A. Lists Top Deadbeat Dads – …Phillip Scrimshaw, Neil Most, Fred Robinson, Erskine Tribble, Floyd Remley…

Firemen Remove Wall to Evacuate 900lb Man – …Tribble hadn’t left his bedroom in two years. Domino’s Pizza deliveryman Salvatore Martinez was visibly distraught. “Erskine was my best customer. How am I going to pay for my kid’s college tuition?”…

Last remaining Blockbuster video store sues final 2 customers for overdue video rentals – …Mary Cunningham – Police Academy III, Ghostbusters | Erskine Tribble – Star Whores, Finding Nympho, Spank Her Doodle Dandy…

Beware of Investment Scams – … “I gave all of my life savings to Mr. Tribble, and now it’s gone. I’m 75-years old and penniless.” The SEC has launched an investigation of Erskine Tribble Partners as well as the Erskine Tribble Hair Growth Center….

Eva Marie Saint Stalker Convicted – …”He made my life a living nightmare and all he gets is probation? Erskine Tribble should be forced to live through the hell he put me through.” cried the tearful 101-year-old film legend. Tribble’s lawyer, Wilbur Wainwright, maintained his client’s innocence and vowed to appeal the…

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of “Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

Interrupting a Blathering Express

Note: I originally wrote this for introverts, but upon watching steam streaming from extrovert ears who also can’t get a word in edgewise, I realize it applies to everybody.

Trying to insert yourself into a conversation with some people is like driving onto a busy freeway; you’ll never make it if you strictly obey the yield sign.

Here are some simple things you can say that can make the difference between getting your two cents in or going home with change in your pocket.

To politely interrupt someone, try saying:

  • Just an observation: When you started speaking, I didn’t have a beard.
  • This is the first time I’ve seen someone’s clothes go out of style as they talked.
  • I need to speak now. My doctor says I only have seventy years to live.
  • Can we eat soon? The expiration date on my veal is approaching.
  • Hold that thought while I tear out my hair.

When someone tries to interrupt you, try saying:

  • I was polite enough to listen to your position, which I believe you began explaining during the Clinton administration.
  • Go ahead. I normally finish my thoughts in mid-sentence.
  • Can you hold off until I tell the paramedic my symptoms?
  • Stop interrupting me! You know, there are more AI boyfriends in the sea.
  • You’ll have plenty of time to speak after I finish my eulogy.

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of “Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

You Say Tomato and I Say. . . Potato

Double talk from a husband-and-wife counseling team. Nils and Sherry Diaz-Arvidsen look at love from both sides now – and still can’t agree.

Dear Nils and Sherry,

Ashley and I have been dating for nine months. She’s beautiful, brilliant, sophisticated, and comes from money so old her family still uses a steam-powered ATM. She’s the perfect blend of class and sensuality. (She won the wet T-shirt contest at her dance cotillion.)

Lately though, I’m beginning to sense our differences in social standing may be affecting our relationship. She has forbidden me from driving within ten miles of her estate in my Ford Pinto. She introduces me to her friends as “my dear personal assistant.” And the only time she allows me to wear my Burger King assistant manager’s uniform is when we’re making love.

My friends keep telling me love conquers all, but aside from our common passion for albino Beanie Babies, we don’t have a lot to talk about. Is this relationship worth pursuing?

Looking up her nose in Northampton

Dear Looking,

Sherry: The differences may not be insurmountable. Just because the other person comes from a perceived higher station in life doesn’t mean they are superior to you – even though they make you feel inferior.

Nils: These feelings of inferiority may be connected to your own feelings of insecurity. Being introduced to a family of brilliant accomplished individuals can be intimidating.

Sherry: Especially when, upon introduction, you are forced to rub elbows with cold shoulders.

Nils: It is only natural that a family expecting to meet a gifted Ivy League graduate may need time adjusting to a fifth year NYU student.

Sherry: It’s also natural for lovers to support each other. Particularly when your lover’s family has just learned their beloved prodigy has chosen a partner not worthy of their pedigree.

Nils: Often, families need time to adjust to new relatives. Integrating a semi-developed adult into a delicate family dynamic can be a fragile process.

Sherry: But after ten years, you should have at least earned the right to sit at the adult’s table on Thanksgiving or be allowed to sleep in the same bedroom when visiting.

Nils: It’s also important to respect family traditions like keeping the bathroom door locked. Often, the sight of a new family member naked, shaving her legs, and singing “Cabaret” can leave an indelible image that takes years to forget.

Sherry: Much like the image of your lover’s beloved uncle exposing himself in the family gazebo.

Nils: The key is to focus on what is important in your relationship and not become obsessed with trivial issues. If not, you’ll find yourself resorting to petty and destructive tactics like withholding sex.

Sherry: Which may mean less money spent on Viagra, but more money spent on long distance calls talking to an overprotective mother who has never learned to let go.

Nils: But provides insight to help you remember the earthy charm that originally drew you to a person. Often, it’s nothing more than a primitive and unsophisticated allure clothed in a tight sweater and mini skirt.

Sherry: It’s the same kind of allure that draws an impressionable young coed to a handsome Jung-spouting teaching assistant, only to learn as the years pass, the depth of his knowledge is as deep as a fruit fly’s wading pool.

Nils: It’s not easy when your partner is more comfortable thinking in the shallow end, but people with varying degrees of intellects can have successful relationships if there are shared values and interests. If you carefully choose the right path, you won’t spend the rest of your life wondering how your hot tamale morphed into a cold fish.

Sherry: Unfortunately, alternative paths usually become evident only after many years of painful contemplation, especially when your partner’s other “path,” which he continues contemplate ad nauseum, is a junior high school classmate who hit puberty at 11.

Nils: It is important to take the time to know the other person. Does she support you or complain endlessly about being left off the croquet team at your family picnic? If she has a dark side capable of sucking the life out of you, you might consider checking out the action at your local sports bar.

Sherry: Getting to know everything about a person is not easy. Unfortunately, hiring a private detective will not help you find out if a potential spouse is destined to become an aging lothario, and gumshoes are not trained to detect mama’s boys. The key is finding a few important things on which to agree, like separate bedrooms and vacations.

Nils and Sherry Diaz-Arvidsen are relationship counselors without portfolio. They are visiting lecturers at the Santa Barbara Institute where they specialize in issues of delusion and dysfunction.

I Needed Inner Life Insurance

I’ve always had a rich inner life. I’m constantly in touch with my true inner self; I never forget to tell me to have a nice day; and, of course, I never forget to remind my thoughts, emotions, and dreams: “No, you’re special.”

It’s because I value my inner life so much that I recently decided it was time for me to get some inner life insurance.

There are many insurance companies from which to choose, but after dreaming on it for a few months, I selected Allstate of Consciousness. It was a no-brainer, because I always go with my fantasies over my gut instincts.

After organizing my thoughts in the proper order of colors, I put on my favorite Bill Evans album, settled into my comfortable chair, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and envisioned I was meeting the salesman from Allstate of Consciousness.

As expected, he was nothing like your typical pushy insurance salesman. He was everything I wanted and needed him to be. His name was Carl. His handshake was not too firm or limp. He only cared about my needs and desires. And best of all, halfway through his softest of soft sell pitch, he said, “You know what, I’m not going to charge you anything for this policy.”

I imagined carefully reading the 1500-page policy – all fine print – and thoroughly absorbed every detail. It was as easy as imagining reading a rental car agreement. Without hesitation, I signed it.

The inner life insurance policy I selected included member, non-member and dismember benefits; income replacement for years of non-existent salary; and funds for my imaginary children’s education should I die and have no money to leave nobody. Carl also threw in protection for fatal horseshoe crab bites.

And if that wasn’t enough, Carl and I became close personal friends for life and after. How close? We swore if either of us ever moved, the other would be there to help load the moving van – with even the heavy stuff like fold-out beds.

If you have a rich inner life, I recommend getting inner life insurance. You will never regret it. But whatever you do, NEVER IMAGINE GETTING A REVERSE MORTGAGE!

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

Embracing Your Indecisiveness – Or Not

Has your life been frozen in indecision? Mine too, I think.

Can’t decide whether to continue reading this? I agonized over whether to continue writing it.

If you are always unsure of everything, here is one thing of which you can be certain: You are not alone. Of that, I’m fifty percent certain.

Look around. Chances are the first person you see is wondering whether to upgrade their phone plan.

If you’re in line at McDonald’s, I bet the guy in front of you is thinking, “Should I order a Big Mac or a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?” Eventually, he’ll give up and think, “The hell with it; I’ll order a Filet-O-Fish sandwich.”

In a world full of people who can’t make up their minds, you are just a face in the vacillating crowd.

I’m just like you. On Career Day in high school, I had no idea what I wanted to be after graduation. I lied and said I wanted to be a butler for an aging matriarch.

Here’s the only certainty: You will never be certain. Embrace your indecisiveness.

If you are a Revolutionary War reenactor, stand with pride when yelling, “Fire or don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.”

When applying for a job, tell your interviewer without hesitation, “I may or may not be the right person for this position.”

When proposing marriage, tell that special gal or guy, “I’ve always wondered if you were the one for me.”

Just do it – or not. You’ve got nowhere to go but up, down, or remain in the same place.

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

Because You’re That Desperate to Meet a Girl

According to “3 Pickup Lines That Actually Work, According To A Professional Dating Coach,” Blaine Anderson, a professional dating coach reveals, well, 3 pickup lines that actually work.

The 3 lines are:

  • “Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you have a stunning smile and I couldn’t leave without coming over to introduce myself.”
  • “You’re way too cute to be waiting alone. Can I buy you a drink?”
  • “You look so familiar. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Hailey Bieber? She’s my celeb crush so I had to come over and say hello.”

However, if these lines don’t work, check out Blaine Anderson’s follow-up articles:

  • “Maintaining Your Dignity After a Woman Throws a Pina Colada in Your Face.”
  • “3 Lines to Use When Another Woman Says, “You’re Soaked! Did a Woman Throw a Pina Colada in Your Face?’”
  • “Making Sure You Never Say Aloud, ‘I Am Such a Loser.’”

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

Anger Mismanagement

A Florida attorney attending a wedding reception became angry when two young girls cut ahead of him in the buffet line. Mark Roher approached the girls’ father and asked him to do something about it. The man ignored him, leaving Roher no choice. He grabbed the father and smashed a plate over his head, and a melee ensued.

Roher was charged with aggravated battery with a deadly weapon and was bailed out of Palm Beach County Jail after his $1,000 bond was met.

I’m not sure what Roher did after that, but I bet he didn’t go home, sit down and scream at himself: “I’m an idiot in dire need of professional help!” If past is prologue, I believe he’s just getting started. Here’s what I think his future holds:

He will find himself in a supermarket express lane behind an eighty-year-old woman with eleven cans of cat food. As his blood boils while she searches for three pennies in her change purse, he will explode and begin swatting her with a rolled-up National Enquirer magazine. He will eventually be dragged away by the store’s assistant manager, heaved into a shopping cart, and shoved out into a busy street.

Weeks later, Mr. Roher’s neighbors will descend upon his house upon seeing him wildly strangling his neighbor who borrowed his lawn mower weeks before and had not yet returned it. After pleads for him to stop fail, he will be forced to flee one of the neighbors wielding a buzzing weed wacker.

One month after that, he’ll notice a UPS delivery man casually drop a package marked “Fragile” on his front steps. An enraged Attorney Roher will attempt to give the gentleman an atomic wedgie. The driver will fight back, and the combatants will wrestle each other down the front steps, onto the lawn. The fight will conclude with both men being maced by a concerned FedEx delivery man who happened to be driving by.

Three months later, Roher will serve six months’ probation following a pickle ball ruckus.

A day after his probation ends, he will choke a Starbucks barista for misspelling “Roher” on his Pistachio Frappuccino cup.

After posting bail for the seventh time in two months, police will be called to his house after neighbors once again complain of him screaming out his window, “I’m mad as hell for no particular reason, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

And finally, after being sentenced once again to attend an anger management class, he will be sentenced to attend a really, really, extreme anger management class.

I’d like to think there’s hope for Mr. Roher, but I’m not holding my breath. Why? Who breaks a plate over someone’s head at a wedding?

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and others. He is the author of Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

The Good, the Bad and the Friendly

Ever heard this: “We used to be best friends. Now we’re enemies.”

How does that happen?

I’m sure no one ever said, “After my close personal friend Adolph Hitler wrote “Mein Kampf,” I told him, “That’s it, we’re not fishing chums any longer.”

It seems like half the litigants on TV court shows describe themselves as “former friends” –- former friends who now want to kick their new ex-bestie in the groin, accuse them of grand theft auto and block them on Facebook.

How do you get from “There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other” to “He slept with five of my girlfriends and sodomized my pet gerbil”? Why do some former friends have trouble picking up on subtle vibes?

I’d venture to say none of my friends would commit war crimes or hijack my Netflix account. How do I know? Well, it helps to be, at the very least, an average judge of character.

So why do friendships go from good to former? I don’t have an answer—at least an answer that doesn’t make me sound smug and self-righteous. I can only recommend that if, after an evening of heavy drinking, your good friend is still upset because you hit on his girlfriend, said sweet nothings into her nose ring, then stumbled to your car and keyed it from head to taillight, it might be time to graciously say, “I think it’s time we start seeing other friends.”

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and is the author of Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

Get An Inner Life Already!

Dear Madison,

I recently met a girl online, and we agreed to meet at a local drinking establishment. It was a disaster from the start. She didn’t look anything like her profile picture, and she apparently didn’t read the part about me not being partial to Aryan Nation forehead tattoos. She droned on and on about people who drone on and on about people. She was rude to our server, and had to be restrained when she tried to send back her napkin. On top of everything else, her perfume smelled like Chanel No. No Way. Needless to say, I was counting the seconds until I could leave. Madison, why is it so hard to meet your ideal match, much less your somewhere-in-the-ballpark match?

Appalled in My Appetizer

Dear Appalled,

Why waste even a second attempting to stay engaged with your date from hell or even Hoboken when you can look inward and spend a lovely evening with the nicest and most fascinating person you know: yourself? Why listen to someone rant about how “all the good ones are married or have the wrong pronouns” when your mind could be drifting off to a tropical island or, at the very least, having a witty conversation with the alien you imagine slithering out of your date’s cleavage?

You will never meet anyone as sensitive to your needs, who understands you, who finds you more interesting than yourself. Take advantage of it. Enjoy your inner life. You deserve to be with a wonderful person like you. The next time your latest Tinder tootsie babbles on about, well, who knows what, figuratively close your eyes and whisper to yourself, “Let me tell you about my day.”

Madison O’Rourke chairs the Spiritual Development department at the Learning Annex in Fort Worth, Texas. She is also the host of the cable-access cooking show, “Mexican Cuisine the O’Rourke Way.”

Comedy writer Ben Alper has written for Jay Leno, David Letterman and is the author of Live From the Beginning of Time: Late Night Comedy Monologues Through the Ages”

Love Yourself, You Won’t Find a More Agreeable Partner

I’m finally learning to love myself. It’s been a long journey. At first, I wouldn’t give myself the time of day. Gradually, though, I loosened up and gave me a chance.

It began with a magical night to remember. After months of gathering my strength, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and popped the question: “Would I care to have dinner with me?” How could I refuse? Looking back, I realize I should have asked sooner. The answer would have always been yes.

I didn’t play easy, though. It was my third date before I gave me a goodnight hug – after asking for permission, of course. I and I have been together ever since.

And what a difference loving myself has made! No longer do I sit alone on Friday nights wishing I was with someone else. I’m with me now, that special one who’s always up for a movie, dinner or just a quiet evening at home watching TV – and if the mood is right, shadow dancing to my favorite songs.

To think, I have spent most of my life feeling alone and depressed, when the one person who knows me better than anyone has always been right here inside of me – and has never complained I keep the thermostat too low.

I love me. No explanations needed, except for our wedding invitations.

Ben Alper writes for late night talk show hosts, comedians and others. He is the author of “Thank You for Not Talking: A Laughable Look at Introverts.”