Way back when, when I first started dating, I was often told that I was too picky. I expected too much. Had too many qualifications. And maybe that was true.
I went on a bad date, y’all. A bad, bad date with a bad, bad man. I reactivated that good ‘ol online dating profile that’s brought me so much luck in the past.
Last night, Gawker threw up the red flags on a dating disaster. Since the hot topic features the timeless men versus women debacle, I thought it would only be polite to share our feminine two cents.
There you are on another Friday night, being walked to your door by yet another clueless guy after yet another date so bad it made you long for the pain of getting your wisdom teeth removed. He’s invading your personal space, closing his eyes, leaning in for a kiss he thinks is totally deserved but you can’t help but cringe. So in the words of Carrie Underwood, “you kiss that frog” and slam the door behind you, shudder and rub the traces of his saliva off your MAC lipstick and tell your roommate you’re giving up dating to become asexual.
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So you’re in the middle of a particularly "blah" dinner date and your date launches into (yet another) story about quail season and you’re about to give up all hope and consider joining a convent just so you'll never have to put yourself through this kind of cruel and unusual punishment ever again.
Would You Rather go to the bathroom at the end of an amazing date and realize your nipple had been showing the whole time thanks to your new low cut top OR realize you sent your fantastic date a text, meant for your best friend, describing all the graphic things you wanted to do to him?
My friend's parents were out of town a few weeks ago and, naturally, she threw a party. Between beer bongs on the deck, I started talking with one of the other party-goers. She told me about a great guy she knew that she thought would be perfect for me. "I'm going to have him Facebook you. You have to go out." Being the perpetual single girl, I was excited at the prospect. Especially when she told me he was tall, cute and funny.
After months of being inundated with previews and ads, Tina Fey and Steve Carell's Date Night is finally premiering tonight. I for one am quite excited; how can a movie with two of my favorite people not be good?
Well, turns out I'm destined to be a spinster for the rest of my life. Might as well start stocking up on cat litter and toe socks now. This past weekend I was kicked off my own date. Sure I've had some awkward dates but this is a new low...even for me.
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