a few reasons to leave your sand at home…

on a recent visit to a place that plays music, serves  drinks and encourages overt flirting, i found myself accidentally exchanging pleasantries with an attractive seemingly unattached attendee…

i pretended she was interesting and she pretended i was funny until eventually she told me that i looked like someone who would have a self portrait as my phone screen saver…in a rush to quell the character coup, i quickly retrieved the trusty iphone and presented it to her…she then proceeded to enter her name and number with a polite request that i not let that information go to waste…

yes…i was phone raped…don’t laugh…this could happen to you…but the story doesn’t stop there…about 12 minutes later, a dude shows up and kisses her square in her eating orifice…she then introduces me as her good friend elrock…he daps me up and they escape to a quieter corner… Read more of this post

beware of the singletons…

Summertime in New York is great for socializing, drinks rooftop bbqs and of course, new friendships. One of the greatest things about this city is that there are so many untapped reservoirs for us, bottles and friends. I pride myself on two core characteristics as a woman in new ‘we’ve decided not to hate each other even though we both might be considered attractive’ zonage.  The first being that I am extremely friendly- almost unnaturally so. The second is that I try not to be what I hatefully refer to as the “We We Chic”. I.e., that chic that every other word, sentence, phrase, breath or thought of speaking starts with “We” in order to let the world know that she isn’t one of those single girls.

Since “We” was just “Me” for a good portion of my life, I know how insensitive it can be to force my significant other on every girl I meet when maybe she’s just looking for a new female friend. Unfortunately, in my quest to be a good potential homette, I missed one of the cardinal rules of new female friendships: Be an adequate wingwoman. Read more of this post