January 2009

By popular demand, here is the Laundro-Matt story in its entirety. My dry cleaner offered to set me upHere’s what happened with my dry cleaner offering to set me upAn Open Letter to Matt, my future boyfriendThe Matt Log: week Four, still no MattMatt-tics. It’s like tactics but I’ve replaced the “tact” with “Matt”I now know the identity of MattThis is the Matt post I …

On Wednesday night I went to the dentist. Since graduation from my parent’s insurance I haven’t had dental because all small communication companies ironically view it as an option to have a healthy mouth. Now at job number three I have secured dental insurance so I can finally go find out that I have seven cavities and inoperable gum disease. This is my uneducated assumption …

Time to put this blog this work. Read through to the end. This one involves audience participation. ———————————————- I’ve been tossing the idea of offering “Hello My Name Is” tags at bars for awhile now. It would work like this: Upon entering the bar and showing your ID you’d be given a Hello My Name Is tag to fill out (recommended, not required — the …

I feel compelled to address what is, apparently, a very significant issue. First, some background. Embedded within this blog is a site meter. It tracks how many people visit per day, what pages they view, and how they found the blog to begin with. The # of people and where they’re located is fun to know (holla back Yemen!!). But the root of the issue …

My friend Erica is kicking it into high gear in ’09 — making it to the gym, eating healthy, yadda yadda. Unfortunately she – like the 99.9% of Americans who drink and have access to pizza, Chinese food, or in my case Sam’s Falafel (extra hummus) – has a bad drunk-eating habit. To makes matters worse, she lives in an epicenter of drunk eating. Within …

Right before the holiday I found myself torn over the details surrounding some too-be-scheduled drinks….with a guy (in case you’re new to this blog). The date was of the blind variety, though in my opinion there’s no longer such thing as a blind date on account of the Internet and expert stalkers like my friend John. For the purposes of this discussion – I knew-ish …

I’ve come up with a solution to help us figure out why we strike out when meeting (some) people. It’s a system loosely based on Christian Confession. For yee of other faiths, that’s when we go into a small room where a priest sits behind a screen and tell him the things we think we’ve done wrong and are willing to admit. Then he gives …

*I was assigned the below essay by The Nest – a magazine for newlyweds from the creators of the weddings website, The Knot. Original assignment: write a letter to the new wife of my male best friend expressing my feelings about their marriage and waiving the white flag so we can move on as friends. The editor’s reaction to this first draft: “reads a bit …

I’ll keep this brief – for a change. I did end up meeting Laundro-Matt for a drink before the holidays. We had a nice time. He seemed like (and may very well be) a nice guy – potentially but not definitively “nicest guy.” Unfortunately he appears to possess a few qualities that rank high on my alphabetic list of dealbreakers – most notably in the …

I was recently given a freelance writing assignment that required me to visited dozens of Manhattan locations in search of men — so essentially what I do always except now I had an excuse to admit it and would ultimately get paid. The kinds of places I visited included typical places where I’ve come across eligible men (bars, hot dog stands, other bars) and more …