easier than it looks…

With the increasing number of relationship/dating blogs and books, one would think that the act of finding someone to share a McD’s 20 piece ‘chicken’ nugget pack with was nearly impossible. However in a random polling of my remaining single friends and their courting life, I find that the process is actually rather easy and believe it or not…fun.

So why all the angst being spread out there about these supposed difficulties…for one it is a ploy to keep Mr. Harvey in the freshest pastel colored suits known to man…and it helps convince all those married people they did the right thing marrying what’s his/her name even though she doesn’t [insert that thing they like]…but mostly it is because some of us found the instruction manual only to not share it with the masses. Given ubf’s fondness for sharing (with the exception of stds and french fries), let’s uncover a few items that will instantly improve your duck dodging missions… Read more of this post

the waiting game…

The avid ubf readers witnessed elrock breakdown the sexy time partner number game last week. If you missed it, do your future relationship a favor and give it a quick read.

Today I’m kicking off the week with an unbiased (but slightly inebriated) take on a different game, the how long you should wait before adding one to your total to ensure a happily ever after with the current flavor of the week. Unfortunately fellas this post is strictly for the ladies and I apologize ahead of time for any of your newly met sweet thangs that decide to heed my advice. For those independent ladies working the J-O-B but sneaking a little ubf on the side, here is the quick answer:

Take the longest amount of time you think you can keep from playing ‘johnson hide and go seek’ and add a week.

Now for the dedicated ubf fam looking for a reason to get fired and wishing there boss would ask them what they are doing, here is the reasoning behind that logic… Read more of this post

i don’t usually do this but…keep the party going…

on the day after we celebrated the legacy of one of the most transformative figures in american history, i thought it only right that i spend today’s post talking about something totally unrelated…

last week, lolita sent shock waves through the 30+ party crowd as she took on o.p.p….old people partying…and because of this, many of you spent this long weekend tucking your mustard hued steve harvey suits a little deeper into your closet while contemplating a fatal jump off of a combo stack of high school yearbooks and school diplomas…

i ask you sirs, please step away from that cross-coloured high top faded portfolio…all is not lost…as much as we love to lead you to the cliff with our prologues about your problems, we also enjoy snatching you back with some simple solutions…that being said, i’m here today to show you how your party life should evolve… Read more of this post

when those guys become ‘That Guy’…

New York- ‘concrete jungle where dreams are made of’ blah blah blah. The city that never sleeps is soon turning into the city where nobody ever settles down. As of 2008, the national median age for women to get married was 26. For men it was 28. This was the oldest recorded since the census started keeping track in the 1890s. I imagine in New York City, one must add at least 10 5 years to those numbers in order for them to start sounding believable. Being old a mature single is widely accepted and embraced in cities such as New York, and if we use onetrik’s proclivity for not settling down as a litmus test, Los Angeles as well.

However, the idea that you do not see marriage in your near future does not mean it’s acceptable to be ‘That Guy’. Who is “That Guy”, you wonder? I’ll explain. ‘That Guy’ is that old-ish dude at the club that younger women mistake for somebody’s lecherous uncle.  Remember when you were in your early twenties and you saw someone with slightly outdated clothing at a table buying bottles, inviting pretty young thangs over to share his wealth and thinking he was ‘Doing it’, when really everyone else thought he was just old? This blog is dedicated to ‘That Guy’ and UBF’s dedication to making sure ‘He’ isn’t YOU. Read more of this post