It’s a week later, and things are going well with the Architect. Like, really well. Tuesday, we went to a gallery followed by an evening of drinks and epic conversation at my favorite dive bar. Heck, I even loved the songs he picked on the jukebox. Last night, we went for Thai food and ended up back at my place, rolling around on my bed naked, until 3 a.m. I just got a text message from him asking if I’m free tomorrow. I’m learning so much about him, and I’m liking all I’m finding out. So far there’s been nothing to send me running in the opposite direction—no incurable STD or ex-girlfriends with histories of assault.
And this all has me … freaking the f**k out. Keep reading »
I don’t know much about the big L-O-V-E, but I do know quite a bit about luv. There is just something so fun about the reckless abandon of a fresh romance. Forget your holiday champagne buzz, nothing compares to the high of going butt crazy for a guy! But a lot of times, when you start dating someone you like, you can’t tell if he’s just a cool dude or a super spectacular stud who is sweeping you off your feet. How do you know you’re in lust? Find out after the jump!
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There’s a short brunette with dimples, and we catch eyes. I go for short brunettes with dimples all the time. Short, dimpled brunettes rule. Yet her polished, frosted-blonde friend, clutching a Manhattan, calls to me. I like everything about the brunette, but I ask the blonde out.
A week later, I’m at dinner with Frosted. Turns out, she’s casually racist.
I’ve got this close female friend who always asks me why the hell I chose to approach one girl over another girl, when one is clearly better for me in every way and probably wouldn’t deny the Holocaust before she got her entree.
It’s a valid question: All things being equal, why do guys choose one woman over another? Read more … Keep reading »
I do things on impulse: I bought a $250 pair of high heels I didn’t need, I pierced my tongue, and two years ago, when a Jewish co-worker/yenta promised I could meet my beshert for $40 a month, I joined the Jewish dating site JDate that very night. The thing is, though, I’m not Jewish. Not even “halfsies.” Keep reading »
I am a huge fan of online dating. I met my long-term boyfriend on Nerve.com and the majority of the weddings I’ve been to over the past few years have been between people who met online. Though I still have friends who are reluctant to try it (you know who you are!), I encourage every single person looking for love to give it a whirl.
But even I raised an eyebrow last year when I read writer/comedian Carrie Seim’s NY Post story on how she entrusted her love life to a virtual assistant in India. It’s one thing to weed out dudes using their blurry photos and attempts at wit; it’s quite another to have some stranger pick your dates for you. After suffering through too many disastrous fix-ups, I even stopped letting my friends set me up. Keep reading »
There’s a great article on Huffington Post this week about the mistakes smart women make when it comes to dating. The article’s written by Dr. Alex Benzer, who regularly runs young alumni events for numerous Ivy League universities. But don’t worry, his advice applies to all women, brainiacs or not. After the jump, let’s take a look at what many of us are doing wrong and how we can increase our chances of finding the right person … or at the very least make the dating game a little more fun to play. Keep reading »
Dating is hard as it as, so just imagine what it would be like your if parents were Bruce Willis or Arnold Schwarzenegger. You’d have to worry about whether someone was dating you because you’re you, or because your dad either (a) starred in “Die Hard” or (b) was the Terminator. That must be pretty awkward when you are trying to play the field. But if you are the child of a celeb, who better to shack up with then someone who also has famous parents? I guess that’s what Patrick Schwarzenegger (son of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver) and Tallulah Willis (daughter of Bruce Willis and Demi Moore) were thinking. The rumor (not Rumer Willis—that’s a different Willis girl) is that these two are the newest Tinsel Town item. I really hope they don’t break each other’s hearts. Can’t you just picture the Governator and Bruce duking it out? Now that would be a fight! [New York Post]
After the jump, some more celeb children who we’d like to see date.
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“So what’s the vibe of this place? Fashiony? What are you wearing?” I texted my new friend Sarah on Friday night.
We were about to embark on our third official friend date, which safety moved us from “acquaintances” to “girlfriends.” When I’d admitted earlier that week in an email that I’d hardly left the house due to my self-imposed, post-dump pity party, Sarah had thankfully taken the reins and made plans for us to meet up at the Experimental Cocktail Club. I’d read about this uber hip bar on Paris blogs, but hadn’t been to any comparable venues, so I had no idea what to wear. I was hoping it would be a bit fancy—I was getting sick of settling for skinny jeans and boots for every cheap, boho bar most of my younger friends would ask me to join them in. (Sarah’s in her 30s, so she’s thankfully more inclined to meet up for a nice dinner or “grown-up” drink.) But now that I seemed to have the pick of my wardrobe, I felt even more confused by choice, and it looked as if my closet had vomited all over my studio apartment. Keep reading »
I stood outside a Greenwich Village coffee shop at 6 p.m. on a Tuesday night, staring at the front door. I was meeting a very handsome architect inside, but for some reason, I wanted to bolt. Honestly, I had come close to picking up the phone and canceling our date earlier in the day. Three times to be precise. I just wasn’t excited about this guy. Keep reading »
There are a lot of misconceptions about lesbians. I’m confronted with them daily and, frankly, hearing this stuff is like getting smacked in the face with a wet rag. Usually, when someone fires off a stereotype, I am so shocked that I just stand there, staring, opening and closing my mouth like a big, dumb goldfish. So I’m going to take this opportunity to get up on my soapbox and stamp out all the stupid, ignorant misconceptions I have heard over the years. Hopefully, next time I hear one of these things I can eloquently explain why it’s untrue rather than just stammering, “What!? Jerk!” Keep reading »