It is the most unflattering expression of rejection I have ever witnessed. I moved to New York City with a girlfriend after having sold my successful med-spa and fitness businesses in Philadelphia.
We have all experienced rejection in our lives, and of course it hurts (really badly), but to go to the extreme of vilifying both the matchmaker (who was just doing his job, and a good one at that) and the man who took her on three lovely dates (including lunch at the Breakers in Palm Beach with his children), is inconceivable and quite frankly pitiful. I continued to commute to Philly to work with some longtime fitness clients.
On Guys Night Out, he's not looking for love; he's looking to score your digits and win the approval of his peers, and it's unlikely that he'll ever follow through with you.
The lawsuit and the defamatory charges are flagrant on so many levels.
I am simultaneously aggravated, outraged, and bewildered by this woman's allegations, and her lack of awareness of what truly transpired.
So, when my girlfriend woke up one morning and half-jokingly said she did not want to be married to Jack Lalanne, and had this idea for me to become the first male matchmaker that dealt exclusively with woman clients for a new career, I balked, but was open to starting something new.
In retrospect, Jack Lalanne, the respected and successful "godfather of fitness," died with a multimillion-dollar fortune and a six-pack ... I should have known it was a bad idea when I was called by New York City's most iconic matchmaker to have lunch, so she could welcome me into the business.
I am not in the business of hurting anyone's feelings.
I do try to provide constructive feedback, but often it is a matter of a lack of chemistry.Clients come to me with a long list of deal breakers and very strict requirements.They often request multiple profiles of men who possess these qualities and treat the matchmaking service as a candy store, filled with a myriad of "perfect" treats who will all fall head-over-heels in love with her at first sight.Here's the situation: you went on a date with a relative stranger and had an amazing time. Try as they might, your friends can't answer this question. The conversation flowed as effortlessly as the wine, and the evening ended with a passionate goodnight kiss in front of your door. It must be answered by a straight, all-American male who has not only played the field, but actually owned it. She fell head over heels for the Jewish Ivy-educated businessman who she went on three dates with.