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Issue Date: August 2009

Love by Committee

Sometimes relationships are just too hard to figure out by yourself. Enter the Board of Love: three friends, business cards, monthly meetings and Robert’s Rules of Order.
Rebecca Meiser
On a cold Thursday night in December, the three founding members of the Board of Love gather at Bar Cento for the final meeting of the year. On the table for discussion: “The Non-boyfriend Boyfriend: What to Do When Your Crush Has a Girlfriend Whom He Never Bothers to Mention Even Though You’ve Been Hanging Out Pretty Much Every Week for the Past Nine Months.”

At 6:49 p.m., president Carrie Hooks bangs a toy-size wooden gavel on the table. “Order,” the 28-year-old marketing manager calls.

Fellow board members Jenny Chalk and Cami Thompson jump to attention. As president, Hooks runs an orderly, dictatorial boardroom, frowning heavily on distractions. An important life-changing mission is at stake: finding Cami a soul mate — preferably a music lover with kind, loving, husband-y qualities.

It is not an easy task, that they know. Especially when Cami, the subject of their mission, is a stubborn, Pabst-loving 28-year-old with an MBA and predilection for narcissistic, tattooed, mean, unemployed indie rockers.

Thus the members of the Board of Love have committed themselves fully to their project. They hold monthly meetings, perform field studies, sponsor singles events and dissect Cami’s love life on a public online forum where friends and outsiders can comment. Recently, they’ve even considered filing for nonprofit status.

After taking attendance, Hooks asks about unfinished business from the last meeting. Turning her hawkish brown eyes to Cami, she asks: “Any new developments with the non-boyfriend?”

Cami, an edgy, brown-haired hipster with a heart-shaped face, pauses, fiddling with a cocktail napkin.

“We’re still friendy-friends,” she says, somewhat shamefully. “Still hanging out nearly every day.” Board members Jenny and Carrie exchange disapproving looks.

Hooks homes in on the central issue.

“Any mention of the girlfriend?” she asks pointedly.

Cami shakes her head no. The board sighs. There are mixed feelings about the non-boyfriend boyfriend. On the positive side, non-boyfriend obviously really likes Cami — a trait that normally turns Cami off. Also, the board finds him funny, engaging and sweet. But on the negative side, Cami has discovered (by stalking him on MySpace) that he has a girlfriend — which, generally speaking, tends to make him not good husband material.

“Will you ever confront him on this?” Carrie persists.

Cami pauses for a moment, considering.

“Maybe a couple of years down the line,” she says.

“You mean when he’s married with kids?” Carrie asks, her eyebrows raised into parenthetical tents.

Cami takes another second to ponder this.

“Yes,” she says. “Maybe then.”

The board sighs then takes a short break for dinner.

“Sometimes I wonder how much good we’re actually doing here,” 28-year-old secretary Jenny Chalk admits.

Notes from the Board of Love’s 12/18/08 meeting, featuring guest speakers Mark and Mariella Szczepanik (now celebrating their one-year wedding anniversary, which never would’ve occurred had Mariella not made the initial call asking Mark out):

Generally speaking, there are a few reasons why a guy — though interested in a girl — might not ask her out.
  • He might be intimidated/frightened.
  • He might think every date leads to marriage.
  • He’s slow at asking.
  • He’s not picking up your signals.

Why you should ask a guy out:
  • It’s empowering.
  • It sends a clear message.
  • It makes a guy feel like a stud.
  • It works.
  • If he turns you down, he was a tool anyway.

Two summers ago, Cami Thompson, an admissions coordinator at Case Western Reserve University’s Department of Pharmacology, was getting ready for work when she turned on Good Morning America. The topic that morning was love.

A middle-aged career woman sat on Diane Sawyer’s couch, complaining to author and advertising executive Donny Deutsch about her many dating failures. Showing little sympathy, Deutsch turned his steely blue eyes on the woman and gave this life-changing advice: If you really want to get married, you need to treat your love life like your professional life.

Deutsch said the woman needed a group of friends to hold her accountable for her dating decisions and to advise her on all romantic matters. She needed, quite literally, her own Board of Love.

To Cami, Deutsch’s words seemed hand-delivered from God.That’s it! she thought. That’s what I’ve been missing this whole time! I need my own Board of Love!

So later that day, she began the official process of assembling a board. She called her best friends, Carrie and Jenny.

To outsiders, Cami’s choice of advisers might seem less than ideal. Neither Cami, Carrie nor Jenny have ever been in a relationship lasting more than six months. And each board member has her own issues.

Jenny, a fun-loving office manager and budding fiction writer, had been called out for her pickiness, rejecting guys because they were “boring” or “not my type.” Carrie, despite dating a lot, never seemed to find the right guy. Ever.

Nonetheless, Cami reasoned, “Who else besides my best friends could I make devote half their [free] time to the sole purpose of finding me love?”

The first official Board of Love meeting was August 2007 at Panini’s in Coventry. The meeting began with Cami complaining about the lack of quality guys in her life. In turn, Jenny and Carrie posited that this could be a direct result of Cami only bothering to talk to nonquality guys. Then everyone ordered beers.

The session, the board realized later, was not that different from any of their other drunken Thursday night outings to Panini’s. They reasoned that if they were to have any shot at success, they’d have to start making these meetings more like, well, board meetings — with notes and Robert’s Rules of Order.

Their first step: coming up with a business card to hand out to potential suitors and friends. “You can’t be a real business without a business card,” Carrie pointed out. At the bottom of the card they printed their slogan, “We’re always in session.” That is, at least until Cami finds a soul mate.

The trio then voted on an office location: Panini’s on Coventry. They registered an official e-mail address ( where all board correspondence would be sent. They elected Jenny the official record keeper, assigned with the task of keeping minutes.

That done, the board proceeded to the task of actually finding Cami true love. They issued monthly field assignments to Cami — outings designed to put her in contact with quality men. They even appointed wingmen and wingwomen to accompany Cami on her hunts.

The board forced Cami to loiter for at least 30 minutes in the cracker aisle of Marc’s supermarket. (Grocery stores, they reasoned, are good places to meet guys with disposable incomes. And Cami really likes cheese crackers.) She had to read and report on Greg Behrendt and Amiira Ruotola-Behrendt’s book, It’s Called a Breakup Because It’s Broken. She also had to take a wingwoman with her to the next Grog Shop concert she attended, to critique her approach.

The advice seemed rational and reasoned. The only problem was it didn’t work.

Despite the board’s best efforts, Cami continued to attract narcissistic losers — a guy who was more interested in his Porsches than in Cami and a flaky musician who kept canceling dates. Worse yet, Cami didn’t seem to see any of the guys’ flaws, even when the board pointed them out, sometimes bluntly.

Like Porsche Guy. Cami met her future love interest at Flannery’s on Prospect Avenue. The Indians had just lost (another) game, and Cami and the other BOL members realized the only thing that could salvage the night was beer. Porsche Guy was standing at the bar when the girls walked in.

“Immediately, I knew he was a jerk,” Jenny says. To Carrie and Jenny, he looked like an overprivileged frat boy — sneering at the bartender, talking condescendingly to the servers and working the room like he owned it. Carrie and Jenny immediately dubbed him “Flannery A-hole” (actual nickname censored).

Cami, however, decided she was in love. She excused herself and clandestinely slipped Porsche Guy her business card. “I like confidence in a guy,” she explains.

The Board of Love was not happy. But they tried, for Cami’s benefit, to look for positives. “Every date is something to be celebrated,” Carrie explained, unconvincingly. And Porsche guy did e-mail Cami the very next day, Jenny pointed out.

But unfortunately, he lived up to his nickname. After one date, he suddenly became what the board terms a “We William type,” always saying, “We’ll do this, we’ll do that,” then rarely following up. The rare times Porsche Guy did show up, he spent the time sweet-talking Cami. “I really, really love hanging out with you,” he murmured to her one night a month later.

“This guy is so sweet!” Cami told the board. The next day, Porsche Guy sent Cami a short e-mail: “This isn’t going to work.”

The board was not particularly surprised. “We’d been hoping for that for quite a bit,” Jenny said. “It was time to move on.”

But for the next eight months, Cami didn’t advance much more than a few inches.

The board was stumped. Then one day last August, Carrie asked to bring her friend Adam Shaw to a meeting. The board had never had a male guest. They ruled that if Shaw wanted to attend, he’d have to present a speech to the group.

So Shaw, a brooding James Dean type with a long history of serious girlfriends, decided to discuss “The Importance of Whistling in the Mating Culture.” For instance, to attract a female, the male orangutan emits a chain of roars so loud he can be heard more than a mile away.

The speech was entertaining, if not particularly applicable to human love. But it led to an important epiphany. “We suddenly realized we might not have the market cornered on love,” Jenny says.

Which was how the BOL speaker series began. During the next few months, the board brought a parade of lecturers (mostly friends), who gave speeches on topics ranging from “The One Night Stand: Pros and Cons,” to “How to Date in ’08.” To get approval to lecture, speakers needed to submit talking points in advance.

Generally, the board members felt these meetings resulted in new insights. The only true failure was the presentation “Why You Marry Before You’re 30: A Book Report.”

Apparently, the speaker had read some study that claimed single women over 30 were more likely to die alone, surrounded by 40 cats than to marry. “Clearly, the speaker did not consider his demographic when he chose that topic,” 28-year-old Jenny says. Afterward, the board took an impromptu vote, unanimously deciding to disregard the speaker’s message because he obviously had no idea what he was talking about. Everyone felt much better after that.

Though it’s hard to believe, sometimes people — even close friends — are not thinking about you and your singleness every minute of every day. That’s why you need a way to ensure that your singleness is always in the forefront of their mind, whether they are running an errand or running at the gym. You need to give them an incentive to find you a husband. My solution: a $1,000 finder’s fee, a monetary award given to the person who introduces me to the man I end up marrying.

October 2007, the board decided that one major impediment to Cami’s dating success was a lack of public exposure. So to drum up publicity for their cause (and meet more men), Cami, Jenny and Carrie dressed up as Board of Love members for Halloween. Their attire consisted of white-collared shirts, tight black pencil skirts and fishnet stockings. They also bought fake plastic eyeglasses to “scrutinize potential mates at a moment’s notice” and carried feather pens and Etch-A-Sketch “Blackberrys” to conduct official BOL communication.

The group paraded down West Sixth Street, slipping BOL cards under the windshields of expensive cars. When people asked about their getups, they explained that they were the Board of Love — and they were not in costume. Some people thought the idea was great. Others — mostly the drunkards —were simply confused by the whole thing.

The board got lots of numbers that night — but none from men deemed “dateable.” The bouncer at Silk was really interested, Cami says, “but he commented about having a crotch rocket, so [we decided] he wasn’t the best BOL potential.”

Halloween was just the beginning of their publicity campaign. The board soon decided to post meeting minutes on MySpace. Anyone who became a BOL friend could check out pictures of Cami, read her bio and peruse the montly meeting minutes.

“My mother was a little bit worried about stalkers when I told her,” Cami admits. “But I assured her there were no bad people on MySpace.”

Within a year, the Board of Love accumulated more than 65 MySpace friends, most of whom regularly perused and often commented on the minutes. Many readers were encouraging, though a few took Cami to task on her dating philosophies.

“A first date is a chance to get to know somebody, not try out restaurants that you are too cheap to take yourself to,” one disapproving reader wrote in response to a meeting about preferred first-date restaurant locations.

The group’s celebrity was spreading. At Cleveland parties, guests cornered Cami, peppering her with questions about her search. When Cami visited her friend Andy in Florida, she didn’t need to introduce herself to his friends — they were already avid readers of her site. And Renee, a bartender at the Map Room on West Ninth, was so impressed with the board that she named a shot in their honor, called the BOL, made of Chambord and vodka. 

The board’s popularity soon beget a new set of ethical problems. Was it fair, for instance, to write and post long, analytical diatribes about unsuspecting dates without their knowledge? And if the relationship was going well, how exactly should a board member tell her boyfriend about the Board of Love?

The only definite conclusion: You shouldn’t tell a prospective boyfriend on the second date that minutes are circulating online analyzing his conversational abilities. All other quandaries were tabled for ongoing discussion.

Frustrated with their lack of progress on the Cami lovefront, the board traded in on its burgeoning fame. Last February, they sponsored an Indie Rock Trivia Singles Night at the Beachland Ballroom. They used BOL readers to help recruit for the event and plastered posters around the Grog Shop and in Tremont coffee shops.

Cami wasn’t sure if it was the promotions or the co-sponsorship with Pabst Blue Ribbon, but the trivia night attracted more than 50 Clevelanders. And to her delight, many of the guys were music-loving snobs with the physiques of fifth-grade girls. Unfortunately, despite the board’s best efforts, Cami did not find love at the event.

But a few other attendees, including 25-year-old Clare Mitchell, did.

A year and a half later, Mitchell, a religious BOL reader, is still dating her trivia partner, Jay Ketchaver. “I guess you can say we have BOL to thank,” Mitchell says with a laugh. Mitchell, however, doesn’t incorporate any advice from the newsletters into her own dating life. “It’s just fun to read,” she says.

The BOL members, for their part, insist they are happy with the outcomes of that night. “Though Cami didn’t find her soul mate, we did meet some interesting people,” Carrie says. “And we’re really happy for the couples that did meet. BOL supports all happy love stories.”

Consider the following couples: Michael Douglas & Catherine Zeta Jones, Julia Roberts & Lyle Lovett, Donald Trump & every woman he’s ever dated. Why are all these gorgeous women with all these dull, rather unattractive guys?

Answer: All these women have learned the advantages of lowering their standards. Look around you. People generally choose to date others who are on the same social, professional and attractiveness “rung” as themselves. But how often does that relationship crash and burn?

Now think of the advantages of dating someone beneath you on the social ladder. These guys, knowing how lucky they are to get you, will work extra hard to keep your interest. They will spend more money on you, lavish you with more attention and be that much more grateful for your presence than any guy in the same social rung ever would.

Convinced? Here’s a five-step plan on how to go about lowering your standards.

* * *

1. Judge the potential date’s ladder rung using the “initial meeting male standard assessment test,” which grades guys based on their looks, intelligence and financial resources.

2. Focus on the potential mate’s good qualities. The more good qualities you find in the guy, the less important his attractiveness becomes.

3. Embrace your newfound lowered-standards dating status. Do not go out with a potential mate only to start looking for a more attractive model. This will cause the process to fail miserably.

4. Imbibe heavily. This makes step 3 easier. It also helps lower inhibitions.

5. Enjoy yourself.

Two months ago, Cami, Jenny and Carrie began discussing a topic they’d never seriously before considered — the possible disbandment of the Board of Love.

In April, Cami, defying all odds, had found a kind, funny, music-loving, board-approved guy she adored. And the guy, in turn, adored Cami.

R. Kelly, as they dubbed him — mostly because it was his name — was a drummer in a local band Cami’s friend Alicia liked. In April, Alicia dragged Cami to their concert at the Beachland. Cami liked the band’s folk-western sound and the drummer’s boyish, toothy smile. Afterward, the girls met the band for drinks. Cami and R. Kelly started talking and didn’t stop for nearly a month.

“There was an immediate ease between the two of us,” says Cami. “No awkward pauses or stilted conversations.”

Everything about the relationship felt different — most notably, the exclusion of the board’s input during the relationship’s early stages.

“Things moved at warp speed,” Cami says. “Within a week, we were basically engaged. I introduced him to my parents, and my brother grilled him for, like, an hour about what his intentions were with me. ... He passed.”

R. Kelly was just as effusive. At his 30th birthday party, he rarely let go of Cami’s hand, proudly shepherding her around to meet his friends, parents and sister. Then he suggested the ultimate 21st-century sign of commitment: He offered to change his Facebook status to “in a relationship.”

Belatedly, the board held an emergency meeting and declared the pair an appropriate match. “[R. Kelly] was so good for Cami,” says Jenny. “Just the right amount of goofiness and seriousness.”

The two had even road-tripped to Louisville together. “I knew it was love when they showed up at the Kentucky Derby wearing matching tie-dyed T-shirts with their names airbrushed on it,” Jenny says.

“It was so amazing,” adds Carrie. “They were like these two puzzle pieces that found each other.”

Best of all, Cami was happy. She morphed into one of those annoying protagonists in an ’80s chick flick, smiling constantly and droning on about fate. All this was due to the counsel of the board, she claimed. “Rather than just floundering through relationships, the board kept me organized,” she says. “They made me analyze what I was doing and gave me direction.”

Jenny concurs. “I think Cami does have good taste deep down, but she’s easily distracted by other things,” she says.

Things were going so well between Cami and R. Kelly that the board spent one whole meeting contemplating a change in the group’s mission.

“We thought that we might dedicate our time to finding Jenny love,” Carrie says, “or bring in an intern or take applications from other Clevelanders.”

Sadly, the talks never came to fruition.

A month after R. Kelly and Cami declared their mutual love for each other, R. Kelly initiated a conversation.

“How do you think this is going?” he asked one day.

“Really, really good,” Cami replied happily.

“Really?” R. Kelly replied. “See, I was thinking maybe we should try just being friends.”

The very next day, BOL was back in session.
To keep up with the Board of Love (and maybe even pick up some valuable dating strategies), visit
Wednesday, July 22, 2009 4:17:59 PM by B.Kelly
This article was wicked long...however, I do I like this R.Kelly guy.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 10:12:02 AM by Anonymous
Try forming a Board of Self Esteem first, ladies. Unless of course your highest goal in life is to be a sugarmama for an unemployed indie rocker.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 10:53:27 AM by Anonymous
This was ridiculous and stupid. Shame on Cleveland Magazine for making women look like we all get together and only talk about how to snare a "potential mate." I hope this was written by a high school student, b/c this is the audience it will attract.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:08:25 AM by Anonymous
I hope they realize that if they get nonprofit status in this town for drinking in hipster bars, they'll have to trade in the trucker caps for pork-pie hats.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:15:02 AM by Anonymous
This made me so ashamed to be a woman, and I can see why they are single and have trouble getting a guy to commit.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:17:38 AM by Anonymous
These ladies are hillarious! I wish I were in BOL!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:23:06 AM by Anonymous
So in summary, three women go get drunk a lot and wonder why the unemployed losers they keep dating can't be like real men.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:27:01 AM by Anonymous
I heart BOL - Nick frekin Gory
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:30:48 AM by Anonymous
The seriousness of the article is expressively indicative by the tongue-and-cheek prose of the author. Futhermore, upon visiting their myspace site and reviewing previous minutes, I'm even more convinced of the dedication these women have for finding the man of their dreams. This board is legit and they mean business! And for you to think otherwise... would demonstrate your lack of humor. Hope you gals find a man who makes you laugh as much as I did!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:35:28 AM by The BOL
Attention all pseudo-feminists hating on BOL: we don’t have any self esteem issues, but you have a sense of humor issue. As is, you don’t have one. Hopefully though, your bitter posts have been attracting all of the equally sour, dreary dudes in town. Thanks for helping clean up the dating streets of Cleveland for us!

And, as always, thanks to our many, many fans in Ohio and beyond.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:37:08 AM by Dan
Exactly! They are clearly tongue in cheek to a point. People who left these negative comments probably don't get Wes Anderson or Christopher Guest movies either. Are you seriously going to tell me that everyone doesn't discuss the opposite sex with their friends? These girls just have brought that to whole new level and have a sense of humor about it and themselves. Calm down, people, geeeeeez.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:40:05 AM by Dan
The article and the BOL are clearly tongue in cheek to a point without being a total farce. Get a freaking sense of humor. People who took offense to this probably don't get Wes Anderson or Christopher Guest movies either. PS- so really, everyone doesn't talk about the opposite sex? Just high schoolers do that? Got it. These ladies have just brought this to a whole different level. Calm down. Geeeeeeez.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:45:47 AM by Anonymous
Are we struggling for content Cleveland Mag? I mean, what was the point of this story? It has basically served to make 20-30 something women look frivolous. I also don't need a lesson in "tongue and cheek prose" but thanks to the employee of Cleveland Mag or one of the subjects of the article for explaining it to us anyway.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:48:02 AM by Anonymous
I want a BOL of my very own!!!! Are there any franchising opportunities?
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:50:57 AM by Dan
Dear "Anonymous" The article and the BOL are clearly tongue in cheek to a point without being a total farce. Maybe get a sense of humor. People who took offense to this probably don't get Wes Anderson or Christopher Guest movies either. PS- so really, everyone doesn't talk about the opposite sex? Just high schoolers do that? Got it. These ladies have just brought this to a whole different level and I heart them. Calm down. Geeeeeeez.

BOL, you've always got a fan in this guy! in "what has two thumbs and loves BOL? THIS guy
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:52:17 AM by Dan
Dear "Anonymous" The article and the BOL are clearly tongue in cheek to a point without being a total farce. Maybe get a sense of humor. People who took offense to this probably don't get Wes Anderson or Christopher Guest movies either. PS- so really, everyone doesn't talk about the opposite sex? Just high schoolers do that? Got it. These ladies have just brought this to a whole different level and I heart them. Calm down. Geeeeeeez.

BOL, you've always got a fan in this guy! in "what has two thumbs and loves BOL? THIS guy
Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:52:25 AM by Anonymous
Isn't it funny how they play the "feminist" card immediately when the notion of self-esteem comes up? Yes, of course, the only people who find your behavior appalling are sad, lonely feminazis who can't find their own dreamy Porsche-driving West 6th Street d-bag, and who cry into their fair-trade hemp pillows late at night wishing, just WISHING they could be cool and pretty and DRUNK like you, because good lord, we've all seen you at Bar Cento, and it makes us not want to go back.

A five-step plan on "lowering your standards"? Wow, you really think a lot of yourself, don't you? Have you considered that framing your search in that way is an insult to your potential partner? And that lasting, true relationships are based on equality, friendship and common interest, not "how expensive is his sportscar" and "but his band is really good!"

Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:05:11 PM by Anonymous
Feminist the notion that women are equal as people. What is a pseudo-feminist? Someone who believes this just a little bit? Makes me wonder, since the Board of Love doesn't seem to have a very high opinion of men, what with this whole "lowering standards" thing and all.

Facebook status does not equal real relationship. Having an equal partnership with someone you don't consider "below you" does. The sooner you learn this the faster you'll find a genuine relationship.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:05:35 PM by Anonymous
The only thing women/men should be ashamed about is criticizing anyone for dating someone else based upon that person's employment status. This Board is about Love. Not Board of Financial Security. Dating people for their checking account is condemning yourself to a life filled with Ed Hardy shirts. Worse yet, a life full of misery (Same?)
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:20:17 PM by Anonymous
Thought it was a great article. Nice job, ladies!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:33:56 PM by Anonymous
Freakin' hysterical - love it - good for you, ladies! This is pure humor, dissenters, get over your serious selves and enjoy life a little. Wonderfully written article.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:39:50 PM by Anonymous
Great article these girls seem to have a great sense of humor and be fun loving.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:42:30 PM by David Beddell
Real men don't bash women anonymously on the internet
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:45:53 PM by Anonymous
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:46:18 PM by Anonymous
Hey now
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:54:58 PM by Anonymous
Not for nothing, but Cami is smoking hot, the perfect kind of ornament I'd love to show off at parties and events. I have no tattoos either, but I do harbor a little of that "bad boy" attitude, but only when my woman burns the roast, or when I have one too many martinis and my work colleagues egg me on.

Where do I go to rent her for an evening, see how she makes me look?
Thursday, July 23, 2009 12:59:37 PM by Anonymous
Not for nothing, but Cami is smoking hot, and would be the perfect ornament for me to show off at parties and cookouts. And I don't have any tattoos, though I do harbor a little "bad boy" attitude, even if it only manifests itself when I have too many martinis or if my woman does something silly like burns the roast.

Where do I go to rent her, try her out for a night or so?
Thursday, July 23, 2009 1:06:33 PM by Anonymous
A friend sent this article to me with the message "It is literally the funniest/worst thing I have ever read in my life. I am praying that the writer made the whole thing up and duped the magazine into running it."

Unbelievably, that doesn’t seem to be the case. So thank you, Cleveland Magazine and BOL, for an article that encapsulates every reason I had to leave a city that I loved.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 1:27:05 PM by Anonymous
"If I had no sense of humor, I would have long ago committed suicide." - Mahatma Ghandi

Yep, the great man himself said that. If you fail to see the humor in this article, or refuse to do so, you can, well . . . . No point in being miserable.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 1:30:12 PM by Anonymous
Spoken like a true adolescent.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 1:30:34 PM by Anonymous
this was great! can't wait to try the BOL shot next time i'm at the Map Room with my friends
Thursday, July 23, 2009 1:32:59 PM by Anonymous
why wont any new comments post?
Thursday, July 23, 2009 2:21:27 PM by Anonymous
Wow. Its for fun people.
I didn't realize people had nothing better to do with their lives than to criticize a couple of wonderful girls just having fun with life. They do this for giggles and they don't push anything on anyone. If you choose do put down others, than maybe you have deeper issues, and should probably seek help....or go outside. I know them all very well, in real life, and I think they are all amazing. Id like to see any of the negative nancy's come out from beyond anonymity and meet the BOL in person.
Cheers girls.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 2:27:52 PM by BOL Fan
For all the girls out there who are acting as though they've never had these conversations, shame on YOU. I think this is a great and humorous way to enjoy dating, since we all know it's such a hard thing to do!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 2:56:32 PM by Anonymous
Really this is to what supposedly well educated women aspire? Sad. Hardly funny.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 3:17:15 PM by Paula "BOL admirer" Laddy
A note to the judgmental: Wake up and realize that every time you call your best friend and ask for advice about the latest crush in your life, you are seeking the same advice and guidance that the BOL provides to each other. Unfortunately for you, you and your friends were just not innovative enough to form a committee around it like they did. This doesn’t make them desperate it makes them trend-setters.

Keep up the great work ladies. Your single friends are better off because of you!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 4:09:40 PM by Anonymous
Dear BOL,

I am in awe of your fantasticness. The dedication you have shown to finding Cami her true love is inspiring. To put it simply, you rock.

Love ya!


p.s. PIB doesn't know what it has coming!!

Dear BOL haters,

Get a sense of humor. These are three of the most intelligent, hilarious, and all together great girls I have met in Cleveland. You would be lucky to count them as friends.


Thursday, July 23, 2009 5:55:08 PM by Anonymous
BOL Rocks and for all you haters- I have two words for you: Suck it!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 5:56:47 PM by Anonymous
A friend sent this article to me with the message "It is literally the funniest/worst thing I have ever read in my life. I am praying that the writer made the whole thing up and duped the magazine into running it."

Unbelievably, that doesn't seem to be the case. So thank you, Cleveland Magazine and BOL, for an article that encapsulates every reason I had to leave a city that I loved.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 8:23:05 PM by Anonymous
The only people who should be ashamed after reading this are those who aren't wise enough to get a group of their girlfriends together and starting talking about love! These girls not only put themselves out there but choose to do so in a way that is classy, creative, and downright confident. Hats off to you girls for living and laughing with love!
Thursday, July 23, 2009 9:54:38 PM by Anonymous
Self-esteem issues? Sugarmamas? I think not. These ladies are young, single twentysomethings who are indeed looking for potential mates! What's so wrong with that?!?! All three of them obviously have a great sense of humor about the issue, too. I see nothing wrong with their approach. And seriously, of course women get together and talk about what kind of men they would eventually like to marry (it's in their nature!) - these ladies just had the guts to allow someone to put it in print.
Thursday, July 23, 2009 10:29:34 PM by Rocco
I don't know, finding Cami a soul mate seems like a lot of work.
Friday, July 24, 2009 10:08:18 AM by Anonymous
Was this story published as a joke? If so, very funny! If not, very sad.
Friday, July 24, 2009 12:21:50 PM by Anonymous
Wow, these girls sound painfully dumb. At first I thought this article was a joke, like something I would read in The Onion. To my dismay I realized that this article was not a joke and that people like this actually exist. I can only pray that none of them find someone to procreate with and pollute our gene pool with their offspring. Cami, Carrie, and Jenny are f-ing clown shoes.
Friday, July 24, 2009 1:59:36 PM by Trace
Pathetic Women
You are being cited for being a horrible writer. How embaressing for our city.
Friday, July 24, 2009 2:42:46 PM by Anonymous
All press is good press. Cite away! This article is rather humorous, even with its slightly pathetic undertones (which undoubtedly exist). For me, it was refreshing to see women taking a light-hearted approach at something far too many women take way too seriously, even if that means taking a jab at societal norms and poking fun at the ideas of "lowering standards," dating after 30, and “wearing the pants.” Cleveland is full of wonderful men and women, alike. I hope this brings the funny ones out of the woodwork!!! (Or… Scooby Doo ghost towns.)
Friday, July 24, 2009 2:43:04 PM by Anonymous
Isn't there already a TV show like this?
Friday, July 24, 2009 2:57:44 PM by Rachel Farrell
Great story loved it! Rebecca Meiser did an excellent job of capturing BOL's sense of humor. Cleveland Mag needs more fun reads like this. Keep up the good work!
Friday, July 24, 2009 3:02:55 PM by Rachel Farrell
By the way, Trace: How embarrassing for our city that you don't know how to spell embarrassing.
Friday, July 24, 2009 3:33:20 PM by Anonymous
I think this article is an awesome portrayal of what twenty-something women go through in the dating world. I truly think it's awesome that Cami recognized her dating downfalls, put them out there, and wanted to change her dating ideals by asking for help from her girlfriends... Nice Work BOL!! Cami, I'm sorry about R.Kelly... I don't think that was the right fit for you.
Friday, July 24, 2009 4:41:15 PM by Rocco
I don't know. Finding Cami a man seems like a lot of work.
Friday, July 24, 2009 5:32:54 PM by Anonymous
Ha ha! BOL is parody. Maybe it didn't come out as such on paper? Hey Trace, go suck it you miserable taint fritter
Friday, July 24, 2009 5:33:53 PM by Corky St. Clair
I know what helps gals get boyfriends...gym memberships!
Friday, July 24, 2009 5:37:20 PM by Corky St. Clair
Didn't R Kelly have sex with an underaged girl? Oh and didn't he pee on a chick too? Sounds like R Kelly and Cami would perfect for each other.
Saturday, July 25, 2009 1:37:57 AM by Anonymous
I need to give my praise to the BOL, I keep your card in my wallet and occasionally show it to friends, wishing that I had the guts that Cami, Carrie and Jenny have to be so honest with their quest for love. Dear haters It's not called the board of random hook ups. Whether it's over email, lunch or during a BOL meeting let's face it, no matter what you call it we all confide in our friends for decisions of the heart.
This feminist only has love for the BOL
Saturday, July 25, 2009 2:00:19 PM by Uncle
That's disgusting
Sunday, July 26, 2009 6:42:37 PM by Anonymous
Anyone who knows the BOL ladies in real life knows that this group is totally tongue-in-cheek. So, perhaps we should all spend less time bashing the girls and more time looking at how that point was so severely missed by the author of this article.
Sunday, July 26, 2009 11:58:25 PM by Anonymous
Corky St.Clair.......Waiting for Guffman. Clever, but not really. BOL and RKelly (which stands for Ryan) are real people, real identities. You?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009 12:26:07 PM by Anonymous
Well I think the article is well written and informative. Props. Love is just one of those things that meetings or not, there is no order to.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009 10:37:59 AM by Anonymous
Congrats to the BOL. I loved the story and would love to be friends with all of them. They are a riot! This is clearly all in fun and games. For all of you haters, you should be ashamed for discrediting someone who puts themselves out there. Dating is not easy. It's only easy when you meet the right person. Three cheers for Cami and the BOL. Keep up the great work ladies. You make me proud!
Wednesday, August 05, 2009 3:26:45 PM by Nikki
What great friends you all are - way to help a girl out! Keep doing what you are doing! Single girls need friends like you!
Thursday, August 20, 2009 1:16:32 PM by Anonymous
Its as if these girls are robots, designed by NASA, specifically to find love. Hi Dave.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012 9:19:34 PM by Anonymous

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