I’ve decided that if you were to create a Venn Diagram that compares people who love going to the dentist and people who actually enjoy buying a car, you would end up with a perfectly overlapping circle with approximately four masochists inside. Recently I found myself at the mercy of the automotive industry completely alone for the first time in my life. For some reason, my perfectly functioning (fairly new) …
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Okay, so perhaps I took some liberties with the words of Jesus’ brother with the title of this blog post. However, I feel as though if James’ friends were on Tinder, he would totally be okay with me hijacking this Biblical verse. In this post, we will explore best practices in how to conduct oneself once you’ve entered the mystical world of online dating. This is part five of a …
When you are a single woman in your twenties/in college you get to play this really fun game called “Try Not to Get Murdered or Sexually Assaulted.” And by really fun, what I actually mean is it’s the worst and it makes me tired. During this phase of life it is so deeply ingrained in your daily way of thinking that you almost forget you are doing it. However, if …
This title is misleading, as I did not try Hinge yet. However, it fit better in my Wizard of Oz analogy. Truly, once I pressed submit on my profiles, I felt as though I’d been transported into an alternate world. A veil was lifted, revealing this underground technicolor dating scene that I never knew existed. Seeing the sheer volume of men and women on the Internet made me slightly paranoid …
Dating profiles are weird. I find them to be the most vile form of advertising in which the commodities for purchase are human beings. However painful it might feel, it is a necessary evil in the twenty-first century of dating. The best thing you can do is accept the fact that you’re literally selling yourself on the Internet like a Craig’s List couch and hope the guy that shows up …
One of the unfortunate byproducts of divorce is that you have to re-enter the dating scene. While some of my married friends like to romanticize this adventure as they remember the rosy glow of dating in their twenties, they fail to realize that everything is different when you are single in your thirties. It is the wild freaking west out there. The dating pool is more akin to the size …
