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Michael and I have decided that the Olympics are responsible for a lot of people getting ass lately. Not as in, people at the Olympics are hooking up with other Olympians, though that’s happening too. (Trojan hands out more condoms at the Olympics than they do at any other national or international event, ever). I’m saying the occasion of the 29th Olympiad (you have to …
Remember my good friend who couldn’t decide whether or not to make plans with that guy from her past? Here’s what went down: She used the number he provided to call him. It was not a fake number, so he answered. She let him know she’d be in the area over the weekend and, would he maybe like to grab a drink? He said, definitely, …
No more confusing sex questions (today). Instead – another Absolute Truth. According to Wikipedia, the text message was invented in the late 1980’s to enhance mobile communication for the deaf – sort of like how the Internet was invented for NASA but worked out really well for porn. In early 2003 texting was adopted by all American cell carriers and with that the phrase Booty …
No time for a drawn out introduction today. Way too much to cover. There is a long-standing myth held by some girls that if you give it up too early, the good guys out there will no longer consider you serious girlfriend material — “too early” and “good guys” obviously being open to interpretation. For the sake of this conversation let’s say under five dates …
My fairly genius male friend started in on an interesting theory the other day. We were involved in a g-convo prompted by the scary age post. He brought up the fact that most guys, if they have a scary age at all, place it somewhere between 32 and 40. My limited research (a personal survey conducted at The 79th Boat Basin from 8-10pm, drunk-ish) suggests …
I think it was Katie who coined the term “scary age” – as in, “26 is my scary age.” It must have been sometime directly after graduation when we took to assigning maxims to everything about post-grad life. Like – “I’ll know it’s really over when I can’t go out three nights in a row” (check) or “the first time I mistakenly make-out with someone …
Yesterday one of my very best friends asked me for some of my very best advice. It was on the subject of a boy (shocker) who’d made vague contact (un-heard of) that could be reacted to in a number of ways (over a number of mediums) depending on how his move was to be interpreted (I only thought there was one way to read it, …
An addendum treat courtesy of Gawker.com. Excerpts from Tucker Max’s forthcoming movie script. “Enjoy”. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell: The Movie
The blogger turned author turned screenplay writer whose book I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell recently hit The New York Times best-seller list and is on its way into film production. Here is the intro to his blog: “My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences …
Rumor has it that when I was two years old I asked my Mom if we could be best friends. “I can’t remember what we were doing,” she says now, “We were either having a tea party or I was reading you a book or, you know, maybe you were in the bathtub.” There’s a chance it was all three; I was raised a multi-tasker. …