sex and dating
Getting Stood Up at a Taco Truck
In honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day, let’s talk about love. The happiness, the longing gazes, the tender moments shared. And sometimes: the drama, the emotional rollercoaster ride, the letdowns. Almost everyone has been in an intense relationship with someone who is Simply Not Good For Them, including myself. Except,
How to Successfully Meet the Parents When You’re a Broke-Ass
So you’ve finally done it– you’ve met someone who makes you happy. Someone who doesn’t make you want to barf when you look at them. Someone who doesn’t care that you drool during your sleep, or sometimes like to re-enact dance sequences from Billy Elliot while wearing a Forever Lazy
The Perks of Being a Bilingual Broke-Ass
I want to be bilingual, for a variety of reasons. Personally, I don’t like feeling like such an “ugly American” when rubbing elbows with the international crew that comes along with dating a well-traveled half-Brazilian. Being able to speak another language would make me seem more worldly in front of
Why Inappropriate Crushes are the Ultimate Free Entertainment
Few things are free in this world. However, if J. Lo taught us anything, it’s that “love don’t cost a thing,” baby! In a world where going to the movies costs $13 and a new pair of winter boots can wipe out your “me money” for the month, gazing adoringly
What I Learned About Dating from the Chinatown YMCA
If you want me to like you, you don’t have to take me out to dinner or buy me things. You don’t have to have a fancy job, or live in a trendy neighborhood. You don’t even have to dress well. Besides finding someone who can feed me, there’s just
(Pretty) Girls and Technological Activism
(Pretty) Girls and Lasers, the electro duo everyone seems to be whispering about, is moving their monthly party to Happy Ending, and the LES couldn’t be more ecstatic. The boys will be in the DJ booth all night long, starting at 10pm, and from 11-midnight, there will be an Open
Dear Anna G, Help Me Pick Up BK Dudes
I swear to god, people, I’m not making these up. Here’s the latest from my inbox: Dear Anna, As a single gal in NYC, I’m done dealing with the pretentious shallow cakeboys of Manhattan. I love hearing about your dips in the dating pool of Brooklyn and think you can