There was a drizzle of uneasy laughter from the men in line. These men weren't the living mannequins you see gliding on the roller skates of their good looks through Chelsea.
It was like a nightmarish game of dodgeball that would air on LOGO.
(I'd like to go on record and say those men are horrible, and the human equivalent of a parfait.) The men here were normal dudes: mostly over 30, and mostly in custody of faces I almost instantly forgot. Have you ever been at a party and realized, with a cold sweat and a shiver of dread, that you were the smartest one in the room?
It's happened to me once before; I realized that if I was the smartest person in the room, then we were all screwed.
As I look forward to starting my next chapter in the blogosphere, I find myself also looking back at everything I’ve experienced on and offline since launching SGITC.
Back in 2008, when my good friend Carla finally succeeded in convincing me to share my musings about dating and relationships, I was 34 and rediscovering the joys of being single.
Looking back on it now, I think that Lydia probably just wanted a place to drink a beer away from her seven-year-old kid. The number of people you're out with is also a factor.
A m article recommended practicing smiling in front of a mirror to make sure that your smile is "natural and welcoming." And so I tried.
Because even though I’m still a single gal in the city, ‘single’ is not the label that defines me.
Starting this blog renewed my ability to view singlehood as an adventure as I explored all that my hometown has to offer.
Along the way, I have connected with amazing single men and women, appreciating in a deeper way that when it comes to searching for a mate, we can all learn from each other.
Posted: , Author: Ysaxerib I could smell her fruit shampoo.
With the firemen drinking for free, this could be your chance to get carried out of the bar!
"No one here believes I'm a top," I thought to myself while taking the first sip of my second overpriced beer. " he yelled, throwing them to one side of the proverbial gymnasium. I was surprised to see that of the 30-ish men there, only three (including me) were dressed up.