Finding love is never easy– or so it seems when you’re single. As many women will admit, the bar scene isn’t always an ideal place to meet men and flirting with someone at work is sometimes frowned upon.
So if you’re “looking for love in all the wrong places” as the song goes… or just unsure of where to mingle with eligible singles, GalTime’s relationship expert Nikki Leigh has a few suggestions that just might help you get on the right path to meeting the man of your dreams.
According to Leigh, it’s possible to meet someone just about anywhere… whether it’s while shopping at the grocery store or while working out at the gym. Read more …
I moved last month, which means a new apartment, a new neighborhood, and most importantly, a new mailman, whom I already have a huge crush on. He’s, like, a totally Portland-y bearded hipster mailman, and my office window affords me an excellent view of a few blocks of his route, which leads me to text my best friend whenever he walks by (her reply is always the same: “I still can’t tell if this is a joke.”). As strange as it may sound, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a crush on a civil servant in blue polyester. Here are 10 reasons why I can’t resist a mailman … Keep reading »
If I see you and your significant other swanning around with this heart-shaped “smitten” snuggle hand warmer, I’m going to roll my eyes at you. You two are monsters, really, if you buy this. It’s gross! Gross! Nobody wants to see your egregious display of love and affection in mitten form. PDA is one thing, but smitten wearers, you disgust me. [$18, Etsy]
It’s just about Valentine’s Day, and in honor of the Hallmark-iest holiday, I wanted to find out how some of my relationship-ed friends knew that they had found their special someone. It could be a moment, a glance, or the way he tied his shoes. Love is just like that, I guess. Read on for some adorable stories of the “moment I knew he was the one.” and please, please share your gushy love story in the comments!
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I was one of the skeptics. Online dating sounded kinda lame to me. It sounded kinda like giving up. After all, I was living in New York, a city teeming with eligible bachelors. In theory. I wasn’t meeting any of them, but I was told they were out there. And I wanted to go on some dates. Grad school was calming down, I’d been single for long enough, and I wanted to check out some of those tiny, funky restaurants in the Village. I didn’t want anything serious. I wanted something to wear cute shoes for. I wanted the opportunity to flirt a little.
“Go online,” my beautiful and much more outgoing best friend said. Keep reading »
I like you as much as Robert Smith hates Morrissey. I like you more than Kathleen Hanna likes banishing the idea that one sex is better than another. Oh hell, I like you more than ’90s alt-rock radio — which is a lot. [Cheira a Banana]