Stop! Put down your cell phone and don't even think about that
casual Facebook message. I know what you're thinking, because I was in
the same boat. The minute I finally
Baby, It's Getting Cold Outside
Speed Dating
There’s something to be said for Love at First Sight. We’ve seen it work in the movies, heard about it from the ideal couple, and daydreamed about it happening any minute now. And as mythical as any smart, cynical dater knows this pipe dream to be, it remains lodged at the peak of our Mt Everest of romance, shamelessly holding the #1 spot in our Top 10 How We Met wishlist.
The Fling's the Thing?
Oh, look, it's mid-July, and summer is in full swing. Chicago’s street festivals have outdone themselves yet again, the beach has delivered a few rousing games of volleyball and my winter-white complexion is finally surrendering to the sun. Snow season is a million light-years away, and summer has been, overall, worth the wait.
Models Shmodels
You can’t write this s#*$. Let’s try anyway. Girl meets boy. Boy seems awesome. Girl Likes boy. Things going well… until. Boy tells girl he is seeing another girl, too. Girl is semi-crushed, but picks herself up and agrees to taking things easy. Dum diddly dee Girl is totally cool UNTIL. Girl runs into Boy with Other Girl and, while face is maintained in the moment, Girl gives in to darkest urges and Googles Other Girl to find…..
… Out that she’s a model. Nude. Lingerie. Did I say nude? Yes, nude. Crud.
Date My Dress
The saying goes something like, “Don’t judge a book by its cover," and I’d like to say that I adhere to age-old adages as much as the next guy. Lately, however, I’ve been struggling with this one in particular when it comes to my dating life. I’ve noticed recently that guys and girls alike are falling victim to my critical eye, getting the once-over and being mentally tossed into the “yes” or “no” pile based on a couple of snap judgments.
About this blog
Some people just seem to have it all. A comfy job, their health and wealth, and a sweet honey to come home to on these freezing Chicago winter nights. And to those who fall into that category, I say congrats! You've got it made! But for all of you who stumble in to your studio apartment from a night of cat-and-mouse at some Wrigleyville bar, to find the only sweetie waiting for you is a pint of Half Baked, I say "This blog is for you!" And me. And all brave Chicagoans who are committed to dating.
Whether you're an occasional bar hopper or a serial dater, I'm here for you. I will explore, observe, and date the heck out of our fine city. This blog will give you a shoulder to cry on, a friend to confide in, even a pillow to punch (though we take no responsibility for your broken MacBook). Or, at the very least, an insightful look into the local dating experience. Sure, if you're single and in Chicago, dating can be painful, frustrating and seemingly hopeless. I understand, and I'm here for you. No, this blog does not guarantee to cure your ailing love life, but if you let it, it might open your eyes to a city-full of possibilities.About the author.
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