You knows the scenario. You meet somebody new, finagle a first and last name, go home, let it gel and then your computer screws it all up. “Find out more!” it hisses “C’mon. Don’t you want to … Google?”
Yes. The obvious answer is yes, and before you know it you’re double-clicking your way through said person’s Facebook page (OMG! It’s public) and reading their poorly written Tumblr and grimacing at a slew of mundane tweets. Suddenly you aren’t so excited about that upcoming date. Damn Google. Keep reading »
I’m twenty-three years old and I’m already being replaced by younger women—scratch that—girls. Sure, their boobs might be perkier and their nubile bodies may not have years and pounds of alcohol and comfort foods appended to their hips, but honestly, what is so alluring about a pre-pubescent chick who has no life experience? Oh God, I sound like my mother post-divorce, mid-hellacious dating, pre-finding the last good man on earth. But she was forty-five; mother of three. Not twenty-three, with no children. Hell no. Keep reading »
“Shortcuts” is a new feature of “Dear Wendy” in which I answer readers’ letters in two sentences or less because sometimes the answer to a person’s question is so obvious and the need to hear it so great, being as clear and frank as possible is simply the best way to go. Here we go with round four … Keep reading »
The other day the Telegraph published a list of ten first date faux pas, which included bad manners, being late, and answering phone calls (isn’t this the same as “bad manners”?). Um, thanks Telegraph! We never would have figured those out on our own! Now, how about some tips that may not be complete no-brainers, huh? After the jump, 15 more first date mistakes to avoid. Keep reading »
You joined that dating site, like, a month ago, and while you got a lot of action at the beginning, you really haven’t been hearing from the types of people you’d like to date. What’s wrong? Is it them? Is it you? In fact, it may be your profile. If you suspect your dating shingle may not be doing the real you justice, it could be time for a rewrite. After the jump, we’ve got 10 things that are a must-remove when it comes to online dating profiles, whether you’re a girl or a guy. Keep reading »
Let’s face it, the best thing about reality TV is its ability to make ourselves feel better about our own lives. Bumming ‘bout your bubble butt—hey, at least you’re not as large as the peeps on “The Biggest Loser.” Angry your boyfriend cheated? Jerry Springer will make you grateful he was banging some coworker, and not knocking up your mom.
Oddly enough, most of these shows seem to be trying to deliver a message or lesson. The problem is that there’s a huge discrepancy between What They Want You to Learn (WTWYTL) and the Actual Lessons Learned (ALL). Luckily, I’m here to translate.
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I was raised in a peculiar fashion. As for many kids, movies and TV provided important entertainment and a good way to keep me quiet. But the content I grew up on has been deemed questionable by some. I was banned from watching children’s shows because my father thought it was mind-numbing, repetitive trash that I could easily be taught with flash cards. And so “Barney” and “Sesame Street” were supplanted by what my parents wanted to watch—”Frasier,” “Mad About You,” “Jaws,” “Ransom,” whatever. I am not necessarily advocating this way of child-rearing, but two things did come out of it.
- As an adult, I have a strange affinity for educational kids’ shows.
- Since my father had stronger opinions at the video store, I have watched a huge number of “man movies,” basically since birth.
And the latter has offered me a certain advantage in stirring up conversation with guys. If you drop buzz words like “Boondock Saints” or “Big Lebowski,” and know what you are talking about, you can find yourself earning some major points with men. Keep reading »
I’m into beta males—artists, nerds, intellectuals—so I’m fairly used to a guy with metrosexual tendencies. True, I like and appreciate a well-dressed boy with style, but I tend to assume that his real knowledge of fashion doesn’t go past “nice shoes,” and “your t*ts look good in that top.” So when I’m on a date, and we get to the “what do you do?” part, and I respond, “I’m a writer, I mainly write about fashion and style,” I expect that he won’t probe too much more. Yet, lately on my dates, I’ve been blown away by some of the fashion speak men have thrown out. Keep reading »
That first kiss is a cupcake-shaped grenade that explodes into springtime rain. As a man, it’s more important than the best seats in the stadium, that huge job promotion, or the first time your father calls you for advice. It is a prelude to all the best things in life: waking up to an empty bed and smelling toaster waffles, that conversation where you swear to always love her and she tells you the same, the pile of limbs and laughter following the spectacular failure of an exotic sex position. Keep reading »