Yesterday’s post raised some eyebrows, but the most consistent response from those who commented and/or gchatted was essentially – “yep, sounds about right.” Was anything in this guy’s account shocking to me? No. And for the record – the uncensored version contained some crude assessment of Katrina’s physical nature and the guy’s experience with self-proclaimed “whiskey dick” that seemed unfit for even this blog. To …

Today: One anonymous man’s recount of a Friday night out slash Saturday morning in. Eye-muffs Mom – this is not a tale of our generation’s finest moment… Tomorrow: An assessment of what it means. For him. For her. For us. That is, if it means anything… Also – don’t shoot the messenger. ————————————————Late Friday afternoon rolls around, and I’m sitting at work looking out the …

Somehow between this and my last trip to LA a bunch of my West Coast friends have secured relationships. They’re all in varying phases of execution – preparing for a first vacay together; embarking on the first serious relationship of both their lives; re-connecting after years of hhmmm maybe… So on this trip in LA I spent a good chunk of time discussing actually dating …

Andrew and I were gchatting the other day about something relating to guys and girls’ relating. It may or may not have been on the topic of why I’m single (which we all know is because I let a co-worker win me at the dating auction instead of Creepy Mc-Wow-You-look-like-that-girl-from-Glee.) I was making the oft-made argument that guys say they love it if a girl …

I survived my first and last dating auction. Would I say it was miserable? No – not at all. Would I say I want to do another one today slash ever? Also, no – also very no… Here’s how it all went down: Van Diemen’s bar – the scene of the big show – is located in Manhattan’s infamous Murray Hill ‘hood. For those familiar …

I’ve been known to take a risk or two in the interpersonal department – i.e. one time I emailed a guy to check out an apartment I had no business subletting at a time I wasn’t even looking to move because his Craiglist ad was so incredibly well-written and charming. Then there was the time I engaged in a year-and-a-half flirting game with the son …