Blogs And Romance
A delayed response to that “contrived holiday for those who don’t express their emotions spontaneously.”
This may be my first foray into “monetizing” this blog…
So what’s the re: The Auditors man or woman like?
From the blog, www.nextweb.org
…somebody who reads The New York Times would never date anyone who started the day with The New York Post. It goes for magazines too, a FHM man doesn’t want a high-brow New Yorker reader to spend his life with.
If you think of it that way, blogs could easily start dating services as well. They discuss a specific hobby, passion, business or sports team etcetera and differentiate from each other by using a different tone of voice and design. If you’re an eligible bachelor in London, it mustn’t be that hard to meet an attractive tech-minded girl (correct me if I’m wrong guys), yet when you live in Liverpool you might need some help finding one. Wouldn’t it be great if a TechCrunch UK dating service came to the rescue?
Moreover, blogs have a big advantage compared to newspapers since they allow interaction between readers. You can judge on beforehand whether you like his or hers opinion on certain matters. Want some diversity? Check out an article that discusses an important topic and see if he or she has as totally different view on things.
One doubt about dating on blogs, I’m not sure about the man/woman ratio though as male readers are probably still a majority…
It’s been my experience that accounting and romance don’t mix very well!
Personally, I like my anonymity–or at least what I hope is anonymity.
It’s been my experience that accounting and romance are located in two different boxes, at opposit ends of the store.
I don’t tell the girls I date that I am studying for my CPA.
It makes them think of my wearing suspenders adn smoking a cigar.
Its been my experience that my CPA license card does not play well in the bars. Having said that, I find myself in Chicago this evening, having just dined at Smith & Wollensky, and I noticed a few groups discussing the profession. I laid low, supervising my gin & tonic.
Final Four Guy
Final Four Guy, you should have called.