The New MILFs...

I assume that any one I date is going to do their diligence and e-search me via Facebook and Google -- I actually find it flattering. But what can be unflattering is when the moms of romanTECH interests follow suit and do the same.

Now don't get me wrong, though my mother would never join "MyFace" or "Spacebook," I love and support these new MILFs (Moms I Like to Facebook) and enjoy the novelty of posting inside jokes and virtual thank you notes on my friend's moms' pages that have recently joined. "Dear Ann - Missing you and the lazy river. Now only if you'll sign the adoption papers."


But when my STEADY and EXTRA special romanTECH interest revealed that his mom is on Facebook and has searched my e-dentity online, I had a mild melt down. Maybe its because my profile pic features another guy nestled against my chest and if you google me the first thing that comes up is a spirits publicist profile where I state that it takes 3 drinks before I get "tipsy." And you thought the "about me" section on your now defunct Friendster profile revealing that your words to live by are: "work hard, play hard" was embarassing.

Now I know what you're thinking: "don't worry about your Facebook, worry about this blog." And your mostly right. But I feel like its hard to compartmentalize these days, so if she is reading my Facebook then she has likely found her way here and all I can say is: can't wait to see you on Saturday, let me know if I can bring dessert.

The Object of My A(Tech)tion

I finally met someone who can really push my buttons...okay maybe not mine exactly, but he's pretty good with a QWERTY key board.

It all started this past Friday, when my mother -- who has a tendency to get cues from TODAY SHOW segments along with Diane Keaton movies -- decided to confirm that my life has entered a new level of cliche: she would set me up. After sitting down for lunch at American Joe's Grill at the Short Hills Mall she started chatting with a young guy next to her. They discussed weekend plans, the wine list, and of course family, quickly figuring out that "her baby" ie me and his older brother had a lot in "common" -- same graduate school, same college basketball conference and of course same dating status, single.

What transpired though was not common at all. This new dude has become the object of my a(tech)tion...you know the person who's flirty emails/Facebooks/texts put a spring in your step and make you feel like a digital Romeo (or Juliet) as you carefully craft witty/suggestive responses back. And it all started with one simple (but strategically breezy, confident and enaging) text:

"Hey its Jewels, did you hear this story about ur bro and my mom? Funny right?."

Over the past 3 days we have gone from text (first base), to email (second base) though I have held out on Instant Messenger... if you give away your screen name for free who's gonna buy the cow (did I mess that up :) Anyway this Thursday we are going "all the way" to a real date and I'm having a slightly neurotic concern that we have set ourselves up for failure. What if our first meeting can't rival all the fun sexual tension we've created? Is it possible that our romanTECH repoire is too good? I'll report back Friday.