Billy Ocean once implored women to get out of his dreams and into his car, a statement that highlights the unending bond between rides and romance, and makes it all the sadder he now just dreams about owning one. Connecting future lovers by their whips: Date My Ride.
A new personals site that skips over trivialities like "personality", DMR allows folks to hook up by searching members' model/make via a comprehensive dropdown menu (Dodge Stratus - check, mate), and by posting to a "Spotted" section designed for people who exchanged anonymous glances on the highway, then exchanged very anonymous insurance information with the car in front of them. Spotted highlights:
Bob300 "was on Colonial Dr close to Fashion Square mall and I saw you driving green Mini Cooper. You even showed me two thumbs up:) I'd like to catch up with you". Sorry Bob, but you're just one more broken heart notch in Roger Ebert's belt.
Spider was "on W Adams St I saw you in silver 2door Honda Civic. It looked like you were listening to some funky song because you were bouncing in your seat. You even waved at me while you were bouncing. PM me", or PM Dawn him, as clearly Spider's Set Adrift on Memory Bliss.
10/02/10, unknown location
PaulM: "Why are there no girls in here?". Probably because of your car.
As an added incentive to new users, DMR's also giving select lucky members a free iPod when they sign up, a device crucial for listening to the very pirated Billy Ocean songs that ensure he'll never be able to afford.