Dating in 1800s
So much more romantic than posting a “Missed Connection” on Craigslist.
If the gentleman who was asked at what time the performance would end and afterward stood up behind a lady dressed in a blue sailor jacket wishes to make her acquaintance, he may address a letter to Clara Grove, Herald office. I wonder if the mystery man ever responded…by post?
When I go out with a new guy, I find myself asking ridiculous questions like, “How’s our email chemistry? ” I barely know how to react anymore when a dude calls me on the phone, so I seriously think my head might explode if I ever received a hand-written letter. I want a long courtship complete with calligraphied love notes, white gloves, red roses, and a carriage ride…you know, Jane Austen style. This is why I’m kind of obsessed with a new blog, Advertising for Love, started by Rutgers student Pam Epstein, while working on a dissertation about the transformation of love and marriage in nineteenth century America. The world is so full of poetry, beauty, and glory, and I have no one to share it with me; no one to read with me my Shakespeare and Milton, to enjoy with me nature, art, letters, society; I seek, therefore, my other and better half, my complement and peer, equal, though not like; myself a New-Englander by birth, of liberal culture and pursuits, of about 35 years of age, a gentleman and a Christian in my aspirations. The gentleman who followed and was several times noticed by the lady dressed in cloth basque, who called in a store in Nassau street about half past four o’clock on Tuesday afternoon, and then proceeded by way of Ann street to Broadway and got into a Twenty-third street stage, would be delighted to make her acquaintance. Paul, I don’t care if she was wearing basque cloth and it turned you on…it is not okay to stalk the poor lady. Hint, hint my potential suitors…take a clue from this site.
My dreamboat wants to share poetry, beauty, glory and a little bit of Shakespeare and Milton with someone who could be his better half!? Grand Opera House, Parquet, Saturday night, Feb 12. How much does is suck to meet a hot guy on the Opera House Paraquet and then never see him again?
Even if you didn’t ever find your true love, I will sleep soundly knowing that you didn’t have to log onto e Harmony.
It's one of those words with which most people are familiar, but have vastly differing opinions of what it means. It summons visions of men women with small tokens of affection and asking their hand in marriage on bended knee.
For social scientists, studies of courtship usually look at the process of "mate selection." (Social scientists, among whom I number myself from time to time, will never be accused of being romantics.) For the purpose of this article the , prior to the early 20th century, courtship involved one man and one woman spending intentional time together to get to know each other with the expressed purpose of evaluating the other as a potential husband or wife.