If you follow my whinier posts, you may already know that I went through a breakup a little while ago. I allotted myself a week or so of ruining my eyeliner via cry seshes, listening to empowering music, and falling asleep next to a bottle of $9 white wine. And then I hopped onto the online dating scene – as well as just the dating scene in general – and went on my merry way of meeting plenty of new people, also known as “binge dating.” Read more on The Gloss…
The online dating scene is rough. Sure, it’s a great way to meet people, but we use the term “people” loosely, as some of the individuals we’ve come in contact with still seem to be in their primitive forms. Obviously, first impressions count … but not to these idiots.
Sender: 26, Male
Receiver: 28, Female
Tip: While this guy refreshingly refrained from mentioning panties, masturbation and the suggestion to pee on each other in his initial message, he’s forgetting a little thing called punctuation. What gets me is that there’s one solo period just hanging out in the middle of his 54 various thoughts. Why even use a period at all? Run-on sentences are not a turn-on, so next time you message someone, you should probably watch this. Keep reading »
It’s not easy out there in the trenches of modern love. Finding someone even somewhat acceptable to go to dinner with is a struggle, never mind a person you want to see more than once a week. While sifting through duds on OKCupid and swiping left on every single match that comes your way on Tinder, your mind might start to wander towards the kind of men that existed at a time when things were more rustic, more dangerous, with more fur capes and dragons. Maybe you’ve cast a critical eye to the comforting glow of your Sunday night television lineup, and realized the answer has been streaming into your home every Sunday on HBO. “Game of Thrones” is a veritable buffet of available, attractive men. When faced with so many options, what’s a girl to do? Don’t worry, we got your back. Here’s our definitive ranking of the men of “Game of Thrones” by dateability.
When it comes to dating, I have a lot of preferences. I’d prefer to end up with someone who shares my religion, my political views and my musical interests. I’d prefer to find a man who has a college education, a job he enjoys and tight-knit family. But those are preferences— not dealbreakers. If I happen to find someone who’s a perfect match for me, but he’s not Catholic and he hates country music, so be it. I would be with him despite our differences. But when it comes to physical “preferences,” I’ve always been a bit pickier.
While I never considered them “dealbreakers,” my hesitation (and usually refusal) go out with someone who’s under 5’10, overweight or has a receding hairline, is, despite my denial, dealbreaker status. So this weekend, I checked those dealbreakers at the door and went on a date with my OKCupid run-in, Andrew, who I can now confirm stands barely two inches taller than me at 5’9″. Keep reading »
I’ve never been one for chivalry. I prefer to do things my way, and take pride in my own ability to lift things that are heavy, open doors on my own and find my coat in a sea of bodies and sad down jackets at a crowded bar. I’ve been with men who are completely unchivalrous, men who I’ve had to kick in the shins to lift a finger to help me carry an air conditioner up the stairs, and I’ve been with men who have fallen over themselves to get the door for me, even though I was already in the process of opening it. There’s a finesse to the art, a way of doing things that falls in between a fawning obsequiousness and a genuine gesture, bred of genteel manners and a different way of living.
There’s a fine line between chivalry and common courtesy. Holding a door open for someone who’s hands are full is good home training. Giving your seat up for a pregnant woman on the bus is good home training. Helping me into my coat at a restaurant is unnecessary, awkward and assumes that deep down, you are unconfident in my ability to put on my own outerwear when the fact of the matter is I have been dressing myself for longer than we’ve been acquainted. I understand that this is a gesture of kindness, but I view it as a harbinger of times past — and quite frankly, the past is where it should stay. Keep reading »
Leah Green, a producer for The Guardian recently created a viral video in which she harasses men in the ways that women are typically harassed on the street. She goes up to guys complimenting their asses and asking if they’d like to go home with her, making them uncomfortable in the ways that women are made to feel on a daily basis.
In honor of that, we’ve created a little list of some of the more common ways in which guys talk to girls. Most of you ladies will have encountered many, if not all of these pick-up tactics multiple times. Guys, check to see if your approach is on the list — if so you may want to get a new one. Read more on Your Tango…
The other night when a number I didn’t recognize flashed on my phone, I decided to answer the call and was greeted with a cheerful, “Hey there, it’s Andrew.”
“Andrew?” I replied, clearly confused about who was on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry. Andrew who?”
“From the bar on Saturday night. You gave me your number,” he said, sounding slightly defeated by my forgetfulness.
And then it hit me. I knew exactly who he was. He was my OKCupid run-in. Keep reading »
When a man calls very last minute to ask you out on a date, it’s easy to turn him down. You’ve got plans. You have a life. You don’t have time to sit around and wait on him. Fair enough. But what’s it costing you? Are you missing an opportunity? Read more on Your Tango…
The first time I asked my boyfriend if he had ever actually dated a black girl, we had not even met yet. It was during one of our online Skype sessions that the conversation came up.
“I’ve never really lived around too many black people,” he confessed.
“So have you ever dated a black girl?” I asked half-jokingly.
“No,” he responded simply.
Crickets… Keep reading »