Yesterday, a guy friend of mine was telling me about a dude he knows who I might want to do a story on. He said the guy’s name was Hunter and gave me some other interesting tidbits about him, to which I replied, “He sounds hot!” My friend didn’t get how I had deduced that this guy would be good-looking based on so little info and without seeing a pic.
“His name,” I said. “Ninety percent of guys named Hunter are hot.” Keep reading »
Reader Laicy snapped this while walking across the Aurora Bridge in Seattle.
Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to email@example.com. Keep reading »
The evening started out harmless enough. My self-sabotage was not premeditated—more like a white lie that got carried away. I was on my way to class to take a test I hadn’t studied for, and I realized I just couldn’t do it. On a whim, I decided to ditch. I needed a drink, stat. I was supposed to meet up with my new guy, Kennedy, after class but he was working late and wouldn’t be ready until later. I went through my mental contact book of friends I had in the area and remembered that my ex-boyfriend Justin worked down the street. As soon as I sent him a text message, he responded. I wrote Kennedy to let him know I was skipping the test and meeting a friend for a drink.
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When I turned 30, I was suddenly hot.
Before then I was OK. Cute at best. I had my awkward years, of course. As a baby, I had gravity-defying hair and bulldog cheeks. At 13, I wore glasses and braces, and was one of just a few Asian kids in a Jewish-Italian neighborhood, where big Bambi eyes, pert noses, and long legs were all the rage. In college I gained the freshman 15, lost it, gained it, lost it, and gained it again. Keep reading »
I have a tendency to complain a lot. Whether it’s the person invading my private space on the train, lint on my clothes, or not enough hot water to complete my morning shower, I begin many sentences with “I hate … ” So in an effort to curb my complaining and actually be thankful for the truly awesome life I have, I’ve decided to come up with a daily list of five things I love:
- My family and my best friend, Chef
- The way my cat Aslo is the last to tell me good night and the first to say good morning
- My handbag and shoe collection
- New York City
- The History Channel’s “America: The Story of Us”
Find out what other Frisky ladies love after the jump and tell us what you love today in the comments. Keep reading »