August 22, 2014

Singles Scene

Michael Korb explores the flirty, funny and sometimes frightening world of dating in Southwest Florida

05/11/12

The Trouble With Men

If you Google “The Trouble With Men” you will get 599,000,000 results in .26 seconds (including the book cover you see above). Conversely, if you Google “The Trouble With Women” you 237,000,000 results in slightly less time. Statisticians among us would say this proves Google is a woman. But the problem solvers among us see this information as what it truly is: a challenge. You see, men are conundrums, wrapped in a non-too-flattering pair of khaki trousers. To almost know us is to almost love us. Of course, how we feel about you is anyone’s guess. “Men suck,” offers Heather (“I’m Not Telling You My Last Name”), a charming account executive from Cape Coral, who was both eloquent and lady-like while sitting with friends outside of Rumrunners in Cape...

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05/04/12

Introducing... The Divine Ms. X

“I’m sane and disease free!” If ever there was an opening line capable of breaking the ice with potential mates, that’s it. And that’s the greeting that introduced us to the woman we’ve been waiting for all our lives (or more accurately, a month or so)—our new Miss X. The woman Single Scene will be following on a weekly basis in order to learn about the trials and tribulations a real woman goes through while adrift in a sea of man-shaped fish. Best of all, she’ll make you realize that it’s not you—it’s them. So just who is our new guinea pig/ delightful lady? Here’s how she describes herself: “I’m a 41-year-old divorced mother of two teenagers. I live with my (teenage) son… So while I do have the kid thing going, he is old enough to fend for...

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04/27/12

50 Shades of Dan

The No. 1 movie in America is Think Like A Man, based on the Steve Harvey book Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man. If you haven’t seen it yet don’t worry, as my next door neighbors say, “Why bother? There hasn’t been a good movie since Gone With the Wind.” The film’s premise is that four women are walked all over by their men until they read Harvey’s book and turn the tables on them (until the men find out what they’re up to—that’s when hilarity ensues). It’s a time-honored rehashing of the “men are dogs and should be leashed” line of entertainment. But at a recent outing at a very exclusive restaurant (for what my accountant calls “research”), I met several (OK, two) men who are not only not happy that Steve Harvey would break the “guy...

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04/20/12

Looking for Ms. X

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Since this column began in January we’ve been searching for an area single to follow in order to document her dating adventures. It will literally be just two sentences a week at the bottom of this column that’ll read something like this: “Miss X had her first date with a divorced father of two whom she met at Campiello in Naples. She digs his Maserati but not the fact that he plucked a hair from her head and used it to floss some herb spaetzle from his lower bicuspids.” (In this version I imagined Miss X to be a dental hygienist.) Unfortunately, just when we think we’ve found the perfect candidate, they either meet someone awesome and go off the market or they turn out to be lunatics incapable of a stable and healthy...

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04/13/12

The Value of a Good First Impression

Which Seth Rogen do you like better? I had lunch with someone for the first time the other day at Sea Salt and when the time came to order a drink I chose an iced tea. “Don’t you want an adult beverage?” she asked (as though I had just ordered a strawberry milk with a curly straw). “I don’t really drink much,” I replied. “Well, what do you normally drink when you do drink?” she countered. “Champagne,” I said. “You only drink champagne? Really?” She looked at me as though I had four heads, clearly stunned that I didn’t say beer or a martini or some other alcoholic beverage that can be written in chalk on a sidewalk sign. Her first impression of me was officially “snob.” But I believe in the adage “Drink for the life you want, not for the life...

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