I had known Billy for five years through mutual friends, and at some point we started hanging out independently. I was still sailing on the friend boat when Billy indicated his winds were now blowing from a different direction. I wasn’t interested in him romantically then, but we did seem to get on quite well. And so ensued several months of friendly, flirty hangouts, during which I grew more and more fond of the fellow. Keep reading »
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I’m bad at commitment. Heck, I can barely spell it. However, I do know I’m good at dating. I’ve never said I love you, but last week I gave three guys my number. Don’t come to me looking for solutions to your relationship dilemma, but if you wanna know how to hook up on any given holiday, I’m your girl. So, if you’re single and you’re not sure you really know how to mingle, check out this tough love test to see if you’re better at sewing buttons than your seed. Keep reading »
In the dating world especially, first impressions are lasting ones. So it’s always rough when you thought you wooed a dude and he never calls you again. Sigh. Luckily, this week, one of our Frisky gentlemen clued us in to the 10 Reasons He Didn’t Ask You Out On A Second Date. Eye opening, am I right, ladies?! While cell phone shenanigans, a lack of physical attraction, talking too much about yourself, and blatant pre-date lies definitely apply to both genders, there are some specific reasons for why a gal won’t give a guy the time of day again. Here are some reasons why she isn’t going to come back for round two. Keep reading »
We’ve talked a lot on The Frisky about first dates and what not to do on them, but apparently not everyone is taking our advice. A recent article in the Daily Mail claims that first date behavior has gotten so bad that at least a third of all 18 million first dates in the U.K. end in “disaster.” The writer never explains what qualifies a date as a disaster, but in my experience, hoping for a sudden natural disaster to relieve you of his company is a pretty good indicator it sucks. To find out what’s going on to make all these first dates so terrible, an online dating firm called parship.co.uk polled 1,300 singles about their behavior. After the jump, the top ten bad dating behaviors they discovered. Keep reading »
The internet has proven to be a great way to get rid of a lot of junk. I’m not talking about eBay. So many forums have popped up for the lovelorn to confess the tangled sex webs they have woven. The net is a perfectly anonymous way to publicize the party in your pants, and we love to read every juicy detail. After the jump, some of our favorite sites for sex and relationship confessions. Keep reading »
I have had some bad dates. Not the yelling or fighting type. Not the kind where anyone gets left in a restaurant. No, my bad dates are the ones you don’t want to tell anyone. You know you could win the prize for worst date, but the prize is not worth your dignity. In fact, most times you don’t think about them. Maybe if you pretend they never happened they will magically be erased. Keep reading »
On a bad date with a guy who insists on impersonating Austin Powers? Stuck in a boring blah, blah, blah kind of meeting? Got a friend dragging you through every store in the over-crowded mall? Well, now you get out of whatever hot mess you’re in with a fake phone call! Both Blackberry and iPhone customers can now download applications which you can set to “call” you at convenient times, provided the perfect escape. If you have a Blackberry, check out the choices here. If you’re packing an iPhone, you can download a couple applications at this site. You’ll be able to select when you want to be called or, with some programs, even text-messaged. I can’t wait to use this feature when my uncle’s creepy neighbor will undoubtedly corner me at their annual Hanukkah party! Thanks to my tech savvy friend Steve, who showed me the magic that is “faking it” with a phone call, I feel safer this holiday season than ever before. Maybe I won’t need to drink so heavily this year to avoid all the awkwardness…just kidding, I really do wish I could get an egg nog drip! But this fake phone call application will certainly ease my social pressure pain year round. Keep reading »
There are some dates that make you want to open the freezer and drink straight from the vodka bottle the minute you come home. Last Saturday night was one of those dates. He was cute, blond, dimpled; he screamed Abercrombie and frat houses.
After numerous conversations with girlfriends demanding I open my world and date men other than my type (old, neurotic and insane), I decided to go on a date with a clean-cut guy who was my age, normal, and seemingly had all his marbles. Keep reading »
The Brit was someone I can describe only as Lord Marcus on “Gossip Girl.” Well, except for the title and the vast family riches. Nine years older than me, the Brit was a U.K. transplant in the banking industry and a sweet, sweet man. Not only did he own a house across the pond, but he would sometimes bring small index cards on which he’d previously jotted down the names of nice restaurants we could go to after quick drinks or karaoke, depending on where we had agreed to meet. He was thoughtful, attentive, and thoroughly romantic, especially with that hot British accent.
One night, after an insanely fun night of boozy karaoke and a seafood dinner with entree-appropriate wine, he dropped me off at the door of my apartment. He then swept me up in his arms and spun me around, right in next to a busy street, for God and everyone else to see. I was floored. This was the stuff of Seventeen magazine fairytale dates – the ones I had looked forward to in high school that never materialized…until now. Giggling and semi-swooning, I kissed him goodnight and walked up the stairs to my apartment happy.
The next best thing to having your own wedding is getting invited to one by your boyfriend. There’s something about a man who wants you on his arm at a celebration of love — with the added lubricant of an open bar. So when my boyfriend Mike asked me to be his date to his friend’s big day, I was so excited I nearly went into debt over a pricey cheese plate present and a new dress with matching lingerie — not that I planned on keeping it all on that night. Keep reading »