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This week, in keeping with my usual studious habits, I was surfing around the internet watching cute cat videos when I came across this article which posed the question; is the first date dead? My instinctual reaction was that this is just another one of those things where people freak out because technology changes things, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder if they don’t have a point.

Looking at it one way, OK, so maybe guys aren’t asking us down to the malt shop to share a giant milkshake with two straws, but so what? There was a time in history before the whole dating idea was around, isn’t it inevitable that at some point we would move beyond it?

Is it so bad that our society might lose something that most people dread and find painfully awkward? Is it such a bad thing if we ‘hang out’ with guys instead of being stuck sitting through dinner and a movie with a dude who won’t shut up about dressing his cats up as the Justice League for Halloween? Yeah, I’d really hate to miss out on that. Should we really be mourning the fact that now our first bits of information on a guy (besides, ‘holy crap, he’s hot’) come from his Facebook page instead of rumors our friends have heard and inane conversation over cheap food, because that sounds like a step forward to me.

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M was a friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and I started dating him after he saw my picture and decided he wanted to get to know me. He lived in NYC and I lived in Boston, but he was determined to take me out.

Normally I wouldn’t bother getting into the long distance thing, but he was super tall, extremely intelligent, and not bad looking, so I figured I’d give him a chance. Plus, he was super nice. Like he would drop everything when I called, take me anywhere I wanted to go, kind of nice. What girl doesn’t want that, right? I was just getting out of a relationship with a guy I loved but who didn’t drop everything at the drop of a hat for me, so I figured this would be refreshing. M came to Boston one weekend and took me to dinner.

Right away my roommate told me her boyfriend didn’t want us dating. “She’ll end up hurting him,” he had told her. Me, hurt a guy? I’m not exactly known as a super-b*tch when it comes to dating, so I really didn’t foresee myself hurting anyone.

After another perfectly nice date, M came to visit again, also known as our third date. My friends arrived at my apartment, anxious to meet him. M wasn’t there when they arrived; he was out trying to find a restaurant that served chicken pot pie. See, I had this craving, so I told him I wanted one, and he was off on a mission. After a bit, he ran back into my apartment breathless and defeated. “I couldn’t find one anywhere,” he told me. But I wanted one badly. “Did you try Z’s?” my friend asked. “They have them there.” “Really?” he replied eagerly. And he was out the door again. Fifteen minutes later and I had my chicken pot pie in hand. Read More »

You know how when you’re working your waitress shift, some single, sexy millionaire famous guy picks you up and makes you his girlfriend?

Then he takes you on the red carpets and introduces you to all his hot, famous friends and takes you on vacations around the world and stuff?

Yea, me neither.

Apparently, for this chick, it’s not an unimaginable thing, cause George Clooney, world’s most eligible bachelor and #1 “DILF without the dad”, is now her boyfriend.

Sarah Lawson, who got into a motorcycle accident with Clooney a few days ago and got injured with a broken foot, was his cocktail waitress at the Moon nightclub in Vegas.

Gee, I wonder why he hit on her? Maybe it was the metallic bikini. Or the go-go boots. Read More »

There’s nothing more exciting than meeting a guy with whom you click. The chemistry is set, the sparks ignite, and the wheels are in motion for what could be an actual, meaningful relationship. For once. However, something I’ve noticed, and my friends have noticed, is a gradual shift just after the beginning stages of courtship. Something happens. Something bad.

When you first meet a guy, he is taken by you. He is wooed. You have wooed him! That’s so Old English of you. But don’t jump on your high horse yet, lady. This is all part of his master plan.

He says, “It’s so refreshing to meet some one like you. I really connect with you. You’re not like all the other girls I’ve met – you’re smart. You’re special.”

This is the stage in which he says he’ll call you at eight o’clock, and he calls you at eight o’clock. Maybe a minute sooner. He asks you out on Monday for a date on Friday. He’s like an eager puppy, and feminists will hate this, but it’s quite empowering. And the best part is, you don’t really care either way – yet. This odd male behavior continues for a while, maybe a month or so. But then, disaster strikes. You start to like him – a lot. And it’s not like he has lost interest, but something has definitely….changed. You were the one sitting high on the seesaw, and now the weight has shifted. Now he’s got the one-up and you’re struggling to reclaim your spot on top (in the most non-sexual way, of course). Read More »