Love at First Exit: Dating at 65 MPH and 32 MPG

Bar scene too irritating? Internet dating not bringing you the social life you wanted? Prefer to drive around town with the top down, blowing kisses, hoping to meet Mr. or Ms. Right?

Better sign up for SameLane, the dating service for those who like being ogled while driving, and those who love them:

Here’s how it would work: Motorists would register their license plate and phone numbers with the company’s website and receive bumper stickers letting the world know of their availability.

Other parties could then call a central number (for a charge), enter the license plate number and be put in touch with the bumper-sticker owner’s phone.”

Seems like a great way to meet that tailgating stalker you’ve always wanted! MARK ASHLEY

Firm redefines ‘speed dating’ [LA Times]
(Photo: blmurch)


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  1. jaredharley says:

    Great – the last thing I want to see are motorists following a car extremely close so they can read the plates while at the same time looking at their phone trying to enter that plate number. As interesting as this idea sounds, I think it’s going to cause more problems than it’s worth. And wouldn’t this be illegal in some states (the one that bans cellphone use on the roads?)

  2. JDAC says:

    “Hello, SameLane? Yeah, license number 3GT*scrreeeech*…. never mind”

  3. mopar_man says:

    Both good posts by the posters above. And you gotta love trying to get a date on looks alone. Also, some cars you can only see from the shoulders up. You could be in for a surprise from the shoulders down…

  4. synergy says:

    This has been around a couple of years. There’s several different sites that do it. I think one of the networks did a piece on it a while back.

  5. AtomikB says:

    @JDAC: Actually, rear-ending someone on the highway is a sure way to meet a person and get their phone number and other contact info… or at least their lawyer’s phone number. And then watch the romance bloom!

  6. royal72 says:

    let the stalking commence!

  7. Asvetic says:

    Road Rage and Contact Information should never go together.

  8. rich.h says:

    [snort] This concept way pre-dates the Internet. I had a GF ca. 1985 who belonged to a highway-dating service called “Smile Hi! Single Motorists Club”. Two years of driving around with this huge pink heart-shaped sticker on her rear window (guys got baby blue, I guess) yielded four dates, all of which she said were unmitigated disasters…and one of said disasters admitted to her that he had followed her around for awhile to find out where she lived and what she looked like before contacting her through SH-SMC. I think the phrase we’re looking for here is “fundamental conceptual flaws.”

    …And no, I didn’t meet her through the “club”, but the relationship was an unmitigated disaster anyway. But that’s another story.

  9. rlee says:

    “stop seeing at my bobs” — Can someone translate that into English for me, please?

  10. you mean engrish?

  11. whysteriastar says:

    I’m suprised no one has mentioned the gold diggers here yet. It’s not all about how your partner looks, but how expensive their car is.

  12. Grrrrrrr, now with two buns made of bacon. says:

    There’s already, which allows you to leave messages for other drivers (and insult the ones that piss you off).

  13. Grrrrrrr, now with two buns made of bacon. says:

    Crud…screwed up that link

  14. Grrrrrrr, now with two buns made of bacon. says:

    I’m pwned. :(

  15. Nygdan says:

    Why is it associated with your car’s license plate? Why doesn’t the sticker just have a number on it?? Why use your own license plate number? Aren’t these lists the sort of information that the holding company can sell? Indeed, won’t they have to distribute it to third parties (ie, subcontractors, etc)?

    Seems innocuous, but foolish. With all the data flying around these days, seems like a sensible person would want to hold off on publishing their information.
    Then again, a sensible person wouldn’t need to whore themselves out on the highways for a little attention in the first place.