ladies who brunch

Love is patient, even on Valentine's Day.

prfd — Fri, 15 Feb 2013 17:45:29 -0600

“Hey, your face doesn’t look weird when your hair is wet.”

I look up from the stream of water, wiping my face, “Thanks… I guess?”
“That means you have a really pretty face.”

It’s the first compliment I remember; the first REAL compliment.

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Last night was Valentine’s Day and work held him up until later than I was pleased with. I started cooking our dinner alone. A wave of annoyance and irritation ran through me which brought me to irrationally decide how mad I was going to be when he finally arrived.

I used to get more upset about things than I do now. In my past relationship, arguments were pervasive. Problems turned into cold shoulders turned into fights. This time around I have a new sense of respect for being patient and selfless and I catch myself when I get into that old habit. Our beginning was hard and before most people would’ve gone on their third date we had to decide if this was a relationship worth the effort it was going to take before we even had a chance to try. That process was slow and thoughtful and heavy but I learned more about the strength of patience than I ever have.

I remembered that last night. I knew he didn’t want to be at work late any more than I did. His excitement about the gift he had made me and the recipe he picked out for us to make was something he was looking forward to just as much as I was. When he walked through the door his eyes proved it. I wasn’t upset; I was so excited to see him. Instead of annoyance, a ten-minute hug. Instead of irritation, an “I’m sorry your day was hard. How can we make it better?” Appropriately, his Valentine’s card reads “You’ve taught me to really try at love and be selfless. Any time we’ve had issues, we’re able to calm the other down and work through it.”
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The second time around you are more realistic when it comes to love. You look at the relationship as a whole where every moment and action and reaction matter. You realize it takes effort; constant effort. Moments matter. Shared gratitude for one another matters. Touch matters. Talking in person matters. The only thing you shouldn’t give a damn about is time, because if you do it right you’ll have lots of it and in order to do it right you have to sustain these moments. He asked me once if I think there will be a time where he won’t get butterflies when he sees me for the first time that day. Tears may not swell in my eyes the way they did at the first “I love you” but I promised this kind of love will never be taken for granted.
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Last night, after we made our dinner, we curled up in bed and watched old episodes of Seinfeld. In one, George had just started wearing a headpiece when Kramer set him up on a date with a bald woman.

He turns to me and jokes, “You’d be pretty even if you were bald.”
I insert a hot dad joke about his who has a shaved head. I win.
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This morning in to the bathroom I’ve got my wet hair wrapped up in a towel.

“See, this is what I would look like if I were bald” I say.
“Yeah and you’d still look good, because you have a really pretty face.”

via prfd

Things You Get To Do When You Live Alone

prfd — Tue, 22 Jan 2013 11:28:23 -0600

Take your pants off immediately upon entering your apartment.
Leave your bedroom and bathroom door open at all times.
Not worry about anyone eating your ice cream.
Listen to whatever music you want to really loud without judgement.
Eat whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want.
Get freaky whenever, wherever and at whatever volume you choose.
Set up a full blown spa/ cinema in your bathroom without worrying someone else has to pee.
Dance terribly/ dance terribly while naked.
Using all the hot water.
Not even caring that dishes have been sitting in the sink for three days.
Feel feelings when you feel like feeling them because you don’t have to hide your sobs or screams through a bedroom wall.
Talk to your cat and answer questions she didn’t ask you.
Dance with your cat/ dance with your cat while naked.
Test how long you’ll last in heels by wearing them around your apartment for an afternoon. Probably naked.
Having all the wine to yourself.
Workout to YouTube fitness videos in the living room. Naked.
Wear a bra never.

Alternative title: How Living Alone Has Turned Me Into A Nudist

Resolutionary

sjerine — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 16:49:00 -0600

“New Year’s Resolutions suck, am I right? It’s like everyone got together to say, ‘hey, let’s set really mundane goals for ourselves just because it’s January 1st, and then NOT accomplish them.’ B.S. I don’t want to lose weight or cut back on caffeine just ‘cuz. And I especially don’t want to watch my spending or start saving some pennies so that in 2013 I am less broke!”

Was the rant I gave at a classy Xmas party this holiday season. And in return, I received the best advice I have ever been given from a heavily intoxicated former DJ.

Money doesn’t expire, but your youth does

So here’s to 2013 being the (another) year that we spend our money how we want, and we eat healthy because we love ourselves, and do generally whatever we want. Because the truth is, we won’t be able to do it forever. Let’s include more boat rides, drunken outings, brunches, girl time, boy time, vacations, staycations, and Match.com stir events into our lives.

I guess all I’m trying to say is, although this is totally “2012”, my 2013 New Year’s Resolution is:

YOLO.

Bros Who Restaurant Week

foyobli — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 14:05:00 -0600

First and foremost, thank you to the Ladies Who Brunch for allowing me to pepper their stellar blog with a little ‘brospective’.

Every year, Washington, D.C. celebrates ‘Restaurant Week’, an opportunity to enjoy the finer culinary things in life in the Nation’s Capital at a price we all can get around. For many, this is the chance to take a loved one out for a nicer date than usual or rekindle a fading flame. For others (read: groups of women of all ages), it is a chance to dress up nicely and speak unabashedly about life’s nuances. For me (and likely several other guys), once a reservation for date night has been made, it is an opportunity to reconnect with the bros for the storied ‘guys’ night’.

Now, I am well aware of importance and institutional status of ‘girls’ night’ after years of serving ample time in the ‘friend zone’, watching years of situational comedy on television, and dating women with impressive groups of lady friends. To the best of my knowledge, ‘girls’ night’ is a chance to escape the pressures of the dating world (and straight male presence in general) in order to vent openly about all things — ranging from troubling to exceptional — about one’s personal, social, and professional life.

I am also aware that there is a colloquial perception among women (and to a certain extent, broader society) that a male-equivalent to ‘girls’ night’ is a raucous, often unemotional gathering where topics rarely diverge from sports, movie quotes, and sexual conquests. Now, these topics are often discussed at length, but I’d like to briefly shed light on the softer side of ‘guys’ night’ for you:

For a majority of my bro friends (and yours truly), young adult life is stressful and chaotic- with several of us fighting to juggle full-time work, graduate school, relationships, and hectic fantasy sports schedules.

After months of fighting life’s battles, a light at the end of the tunnel materializes when someone receives an e-notification to reserve tables for ‘Restaurant Week’ and promptly forwards it to an established e-mail chain of close bros.

Once a date and restaurant have been picked by consensus, an anxious few weeks of closely following sports news and watching slapstick movies passes by- arming us with abundant information about topics expected to come up during a bro reunion.

After guys meet at the restaurant on the big night, stiff hand-shakes and boasts of intentions to order gigantic food portions are voiced, and orders of craft beers or grandfatherly cocktails are placed, the first order of business is usually going around the table to provide a rundown of one’s life.

In my experience, all it takes to get the emotional ball rolling is a simple, “So…how are y’all doing?”

Topics range from girlfriend or boss troubles to developments in family life and provide all bros present with a deeper and honest understanding of where our friends stand with them and life in general. The deep conversation usually continues throughout the dinner as Manhattan’s are downed and steaks are devoured.

In fact, the yearly get-together often turns into a therapeutic and stress-relieving conversation for all involved supported by a safe atmosphere that cements the closeness of our relationships with each other (not unlike the conditions surrounding a successful ‘girls’ night’).

In my experience with ‘guys’ night’, the first mention of the next fantasy draft often surfaces as dessert is served.

A loyal member of the Friend Zone for 20 years, Brian Principato enjoys sports, fuzzy animals, and a nice pair of mismatched argyle socks.

Different Types of Men as Described Through Cocktails at Marvel Bar

prfd — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 12:08:45 -0600

20th Century (brizard cacao, cocchi american, lemon, gordons): “My generation, we drink because it’s good, because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar, because we deserve it. We drink because it’s what men do.” - Roger Sterling. This cocktail is Don Draper in a cup, a classic man of distinction with expensive taste and a disregard for the flashy. He’s timeless, but he’s also got mass appeal. Be careful with this one.

Corpse Reviver #2 (st. george’s absinthe, lemon, cocchi american, cointreau, gordons): Bloody Mary’s male counterpart + a dash of Love Potion #9, this drink is scraggly, yet appealing, just like you after a long night out. You want him but you shouldn’t. This is Johnny Depp with smudged eyeliner in Pirates of the Carribean…minus the dreadlocks.

Tomas Collins (pickle brine, lime, aalborg, seltzer) - He’s the hippest of the bunch. He drives an old motorcycle that he learned to fix growing up and he’s been adding pickle brine to his drinks and wearing Chuck Taylors for years, not knowing it’s the thing to do these days.

Oliveto (olive oil, egg white, lemon, Licor 43, Gordons): He’s sly, he’s smooth, he slips the egg white into your drink before you know it. He whisks you off on his vespa, carefully securing your helmet before you ride through the dim evening light. While away on business, he calls you late at night to tell you, “Paris just isn’t the same without you.”

Honey Spot (black pepper-infused honey, lemon, cabin still, pilsner): Blipster to the max with his black pepper-infused honey. He performs poetry hiphop on Thursday nights at a divey bar uptown. His v-neck sweater is freshly ironed as he walks with you hand in hand, unabashed, to the coffee shop for espresso and intellectual discourse.

Golden Age (licor 43, cynar, tio pepe, flor de cana gold): Caesar, he’s blinged out, he’s chiseled, and he’s wearing a toga… or at least a well-fitting cardigan. Remarkable in his dress and stature, you easily stare down this man candy from across the room. He always travels with a group of attractive females to ensure only the boldest of women approach him. Don’t be afraid of this one, he’s yours with confidence. (Pro tip: get to the point; leave him before being left.)

Jack Rose (grenadine, lemon, laird’s 100 proof): If survivor Rose had carried Jack’s baby, this would be his son. Sweet, charming and adventurous with the strength of a survivor of a sinking ship. Too many of these and you’re going down to the bottom, too. You may have to ask the bartender for a side of iceberg to keep you from falling too deep. He’ll cause you to break all the rules much to the display of your family. Go for it.

El Presidente (grenadine, cointreau, noilly prat dry, flor de cana gold): He’s the original scruffy hipster, comes with a cigar. He has a hairy chest and back. He’s also the guy with Che Guevara posters in his bedroom. He’s the original rebel, the guy Taylor Swift talks about in I Knew You Were Trouble. You know he’s no good, but it’s impossible to turn away when his hand crawls up your neck to the back of your head as he pulls you in. Shame on you.

Bobby Burns (peychaud’s, benedictine, antica formula, white horse): Bobby Burns is the 1950’s jewel you see in your grandmother’s photos. You’ve known him since grade school, the kid you knew across the street who collected baseball cards growing up. He owns Warby Parkers, a record player and a vintage bicycle. He thinks “Going Dutch” is a crime and takes you out for a greasy spoon brunch every Saturday. Take this crooked smile home to mom.

I first saw this on http://margitmae.com/ and absolutely fell in...

allisonchristopher — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 10:58:17 -0600

I first saw this on http://margitmae.com/ and absolutely fell in love with this. Everybody deserves Friend-Love, and I think we’ve all friendcrushed before.

The fuck is your life. Answer it.

foyobli — Tue, 13 Nov 2012 16:31:26 -0600

The fuck is your life. Answer it.

"May the swagger be with you."

foyobli — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 18:47:00 -0600

“May the swagger be with you.”

- Excellent life-advice from a friend as I try to convince myself that I’m VERY CAPABLE OF ASKING SOMEONE OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY ADULT LIFE ASDF-FUCKING-JKL;

Things I’m Mediocre At: So maybe I haven’t found my...

prfd — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 13:32:00 -0500

Things I’m Mediocre At:

So maybe I haven’t found my calling in life yet, but there are a number of things I can do that I will stand by in confidence saying I did quite a mediocre job at, and for now, that’s okay.

Finding cheap flights
While at work.

Blogging
With an average of 5 notes a post, my queue of pictures, words and feelings is pretty alright.

Cutting hair
Having only been to the salon twice in the last 3 years, you’ll find that my bangs are always straight with few split ends. Also known to be pretty decent with the clippers on my male friends, only once resulting in a mullet. (Sorry, Todd)

Cooking
Since I don’t cook with meat, it’s pretty difficult to mess up. I also own a rice cooker.

Making Lists
I’m also known as Post-it Girl at work.

Social Media
Whatever that actually means, I can do it just as average as the next girl.

Curating mix tapes
From my early days with KaZaA to Vuze and others, I have a moderate talent at tracking down any song you wan’t legally or not.

Small talk
Man, did you see that weather today? How about that sports thing last night?

Giving massages
Mediocre at giving because I’m better at receiving.

Baking
Box mix, bake sale, homemade… you won’t know the difference.

The View From 65

prfd — Tue, 04 Sep 2012 13:04:00 -0500

Embrace love in all of its forms, live with a strong connection to your higher self, laugh loudly and often … with yourself as your main source of amusement.

Eliminate manufactured fear. Root out all messages and warnings of fear instilled within you by parents, teachers, leaders, TV, media and your imagination. Look around you and see the ways you are safe, secure and empowered. Regardless of your circumstances, there is good in your life. See it, acknowledge it, enjoy it and be thankful.

Life is an adventure. There’re opportunities every day to learn new things, meet new people, gain new perspective and explore new ideas. Many only appear once; don’t miss them.

Tell your truth of the moment. (It will evolve as you grow and change.) Be authentic by your definition, not what others cast upon you.

Treat each person you meet as the unique individual they are. Learn something from every person. Notice their eyes; their spirit, their beauty. Acknowledge them with a smile, nod or thought.

Become aware of your negative and judgmental thoughts. Counter them with love. Forgive yourself for actions that have hurt others. Vow to change the behavior. Forgive those who have hurt you because in doing so, you make room for love, laughter and joy.

Remember and honor those who have loved, cherished, protected, guided, taught, and, yes, even those who have pissed you off.

The way I see it, Love is a much better place from which to live a life.

Penny Rice, age 65 via The Listserve

vintagegal: Lynda Carter and Debra Winger on Wonder Woman...

vegetarianist — Thu, 30 Aug 2012 15:47:50 -0500

vintagegal:

Lynda Carter and Debra Winger on Wonder Woman 1970’s

Channeling this today. Bitches get stuff done.

"Ugh, we have so many cityscapes!"

vegetarianist — Thu, 30 Aug 2012 14:26:00 -0500

““Ugh, we have so many cityscapes!””

- A slightly-anonymous bruncher, reminding us what it’s like to live in a shared space with a roommate.

On Netflix Recommendations

foyobli — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 21:06:12 -0500

What Netflix Thinks I Want to Watch:

Critically-Acclaimed Quirky Independent Movies

Witty Romantic Comedies

Feel-Good Social & Cultural Documentaries

Heartfelt Dramas Featuring a Strong Female Lead

Emotional Suspenseful TV Shows

What I Really Want to Watch:

Movies About Dancing, Preferably in Urban Areas

Anything That Will Make Me Cry, Especially When I’m Feeling Sulky

Things Featuring Adrien Brody and His Perfect Thin Eyebrows and Perfect Long Nose

Romantic Movies Set in New York City in The Autumn

Toddlers & Tiaras

The Craigslist Babysitter

sjerine — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 20:49:20 -0500

A few years back, I found a great babysitting gig on Craigslist. Years later, I am still watching this child every once in a while…even after her mother saw me dancing on a pole at a bar one night.

Running on 3 hours of sleep and a tall bloody mary…watching 3 little girls at their first sleepover…

Child: “What are hot dogs made of?”

Bbysitter: “You can’t handle the truth”

Tip: Never tell children the truth if it might make them complain later.

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Bbysitter: ”Let’s watch Shrek.”

Children: “Let’s play poison the babysitter!”

Tip: Don’t let the kids watch Lifetime movies.

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Child 1: “I can’t sleep, my leg hurts.”

Child 2: “My leg hurts, too!!!”

Bbysitter: “No, it doesn’t.”

Child 3: “But MY leg hurts!”

Bbysitter: “Oh, I’m sorry I can’t help you girls…my leg hurts.”

Tip: Children will usually shut up if you turn their own complaints against them

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Babysitter: “You’re in trouble.”

Child: “NO IM NOT!”

Babysitter: “I’m calling the cops if you don’t go to bed.”

Child: *Silence*

Tip: Kids are surprisingly afraid of the police. More than the threat of telling mom and dad, but less than the threat of telling Santa. A nice happy medium.

The Peculiar Habits of Alex's Dress

vegetarianist — Thu, 05 Jul 2012 16:02:46 -0500

To Work

Get really dressed up and go to work at your traditionally uber-casual office. Let everyone think it’s for a job interview at a competing firm and hold your nose a wee bit higher, you smug phony. Go to The Capital Grille for lunch and let them call address you as “miss” and put lemon in your water, even though you’re technically only there to redeem a “Free Meal” coupon.

Volunteering with Children

Reach into the far corners of your closet for your Notorious B.I.G. “Juicy” tee since it’s been awhile. Forget that young children are inquisitive little buggers and try to pose so that “I smoke skunk with my peeps” is never legible. Let the other volunteers raise their eyebrows at your adept wardrobe decision.

On the Back of Yvonne’s Scooter

A pencil skirt and wedges is the obvious choice here, no? Lest we forget that this is a pony without a sidesaddle option. Warning: Your tote bag is crucial, because you’re going to need to cover your lap while you breeze down Hennepin Avenue and hope to god that a.) no one recognizes you, or b.) decides to honk.

To a Dance Night at First Avenue

A cardigan, with a wool miniskirt. Yes, this happened one time, and years later, this category of clothing still remains a struggle, as I am not too keen on traditional “club wear.” Go buy yourself an LBD that you can accessorize the hell out of!

To a High School Basketball Game

Your class sweatshirt—can I get a whoop whoop for the Class of ‘06?!—and a pair of kitten heels (pin-curled hair optional). Why? Because you’ve got unique style! You wore plastic teardrop clip-on earrings to Kindergarten! You rocked butterfly clips like no one’s business in middle school! And damnit, you were voted “Best Dressed” runner-up senior year! [Preach, Miley.]

The Perfect Date

sjerine — Mon, 02 Jul 2012 16:50:32 -0500

It’s a well-known and sadly true fact that Midwestern men simply are not ballsy enough (in terms of hitting on women, specifically me). Go to any bar on the coast (I imagine) and men will buy you drinks on drinks on drinks. But the good ol’ Minnesota Nice mentality really fails here when a guy “Just doesn’t want to bother that pretty girl across the bar. What if she thinks I’m too forward???” At least this is what I imagine goes through their minds.

So I was pretty fucking excited when a guy walked up to me one drunken Pride weekend and said, “You want my number.” Being the saucy minx that I am, I responded with, “No. But you want mine.” And then I winked. It was clear right off the bat that we were meant to be. Below is our text conversation and subsequently, highlights from the most romantic date in history.

Pre-Date Texts:

Me: What are you up to?

Boo: Hanging out in Brooklyn Park

Me: Mistake.

Boo: Why is that?

Me: I was singing Captain & Teneill’s Love Will Keep Us Together at karaoke and your image kept coming to mind.

Boo: Awesome, was this text intended for muah tho?

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Me: I’m going to take off all of my clothes and go for a dip in the deliciously desirable summer evening. I wish you were here, boo.

Boo: I wish I was there too, hun.

Me: Dick pic?

Boo: No!

Me: Scared? YOLO.

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Boo: <shirtless mirror pic with a palm tree towel in the background>

Me: People tell me I look a lot like Kim Kardashian.

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Me: So are we boyfriend-girlfriend or what? Circle (yes) (no) (hell yes). If you say maybe the date’s off. I like my men decisive.

Boo. No, but text me in the morning, dear!

Me: Dream of me.

Boo: If I could control them, I would ;-)

Me: Oh I see, still having that middle school boy problem?

Boo: I don’t know what you mean. Good morning though!

After attempting to fuck with him, and him still wanting to meet me, I had a brief glimmer of hope that maybe he was actually my dream man and he was just as crazy as I. I became excited that maybe when I saw his face for the first time (sober), we would have love at first (second) sight. However, his gullible little face, slight build, and strangely sharp incisors only made me want to fuck with him more. Call me a bad person, but I had a hell of a lot of fun.

Date Highlights:

I sat on the same side of the booth as him, ordered a smoking volcano drink meant for 4 people to share, my dress broke, and I told him I’m a virgin. He said, “virgins don’t ask for dick pics.” He touched my knee and asked if it was all right. His voice cracked. He went in for a kiss and I closed my mouth. He went to the bathroom 4 times (nervous diarrhea??). I told him all about the bear claw tattoos on my ass cheeks. Googled a picture of Eve’s titty tats to give him a better idea. Then told him all about my kitty cat. Showed him every picture of my cat that exists on my phone (there are hundreds.)

He still texts me to hang out.

In other words, where I thought I was getting a ballsy, confident man, I really got a nervous, desperate guy who still tries to take me tubing. I guess it’s time to reactivate that OKCupid profile…

How to Online Date via Different Social Networks

vegetarianist — Sat, 30 Jun 2012 09:52:38 -0500

Disclaimer: This is lengthy, because I want you to be happy and lucky in online love. Okay?

“How exactly does one meet men while employed full-time?”*

Ah, yes.

If this thought hasn’t leapt into your mind at least once, you must be in a long-term relationship, an avid believer in serendipity, or really good at going out on weeknights…and consequently, excellent at feigning a solid work ethic while hungover. Right?

Well, for those of us who aren’t fortunate enough to fall into the above criteria, the natural/immediate response to this question is obvious: Do not work full-time.

However, trust fund babies we are not, so Meg and I spent the evening pondering various ways our oh-so-connected generation could leverage our existing social networks and ameliorate the situation. (Sorry if you’re barfing—I attended business school and solemnly swear to never use “leverage” or “ameliorate” on a date…or anywhere else but here.)

Ready? Here goes…

Yelp: Let’s say you see David H.’s review of CC Club on Yelp, and find yourself briskly swept away on account of his sparkling syntax. How does one approach the situation and casually drop that you’d like nothing more than to try out some bookmarked venues together? Well, this one’s easy if you both happen to be Yelp Elite because there are predetermined events set up for you, complete with free booze. Quick! Become a fan of David H.’s reviews (and note, this is completely anonymous) to engage in some light stalking. Is he participating in Talk threads? Can you contribute to said thread in a meaningful manner? Excellent. Can you determine whether he’s attending an upcoming Yelp excursion? Good. Yelp is basically the Cinderella story of online dating if you can pretend 8 p.m. is midnight (as most events don’t last beyond 2 hours) or happen to be attending a Disney-themed event.

Pro Tip: Becoming Yelp Elite is essential for success. If he’s already in this esteemed group of Yelp folk, you’ll see the badge on his profile. If not, you have a built-in excuse to invite him as your +1 to fun parties, under the guise of “introducing other Yelpers to Elite status.” What a good-Yelp-samaritan, you are!

LinkedIn: LinkedIn is a mullet…business in the front, party in the back. The “back” being your private message inbox. The key to meeting someone on LinkedIn is all about making them feel important and relatively successful. Is this object of your affection already in your network? Great. Suggest meeting for coffee to “catch up” on what they’re working on. Let the conversation gradually move from ego-massaging professional inquiries, to social opportunities. “Oh you’re a part of 4As too? We should attend the next speaker series together!” See? If you’re not already connected to said individual, check out the groups they’re in. Send them a message about something that intrigues you and wait for their response. If you must resort to stalking their group threads and interjecting conversations, go for it. You’re just a savvy networker, not a semi-professional stalker!

Pro Tip: If you upgrade your LinkedIn account it becomes much easier to creep-stalk, though this feature is traditionally reserved for recruiters and job hunters. We do not encourage you to pretend you’re an HR representative from a Fortune 500 company for the sake of acquiring a date. That’s messy.

Now, Twitter, or as I like to call it, the lover’s playground! Do you have any idea how much you can get to know someone over 140-character updates in real time? Twitter is your oyster, young fish in the sea! Not only do you have access to every single thing they’re interested in, but you can respond to their deepest thoughts and immediate frustrations in an incredibly timely manner. (Not to mention that your funniest quips are least likely to be misinterpreted as desperate pleas for attention in this network.) So have fun projecting the more confident, outgoing and thoughtful version of yourself to the world!

Pro Tip: Whatever you do, do NOT lock your profile. You don’t want to seem standoffish and you never know when “the one” might “@” you.

Spotify: Start stalking your love interest’s music taste and subscribe yourself to a select few—so as to not seem overbearing—playlists they created. Notice their impeccable taste in Top 40s, and send them the latest release from Bieber. As the relationship progresses—which it will, because what relationship DOESN’T progress over mutual music taste?—you can co-craft a “Wedding Songs” playlist which you can unironically play at your future wedding. You’re welcome for the cute story.

I think that’s enough material for now. Let me know how you fare, young grasshoppers..and stay tuned for pt. 2!

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* While online dating services exist, that is too obvious an option, so I am choosing to ignore them.

Best Tweets from #FatBands

christayve — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 15:50:00 -0500

I can’t help how funny I thought this was!

Korn Dogs

Wu Tangy Zesty Chicken

Bon Bon Iver

Fleetwood Mac and Cheese

30 Seconds to McDonalds

De la Cereal Bowl

Panic! at Nabisco

Teegan and Sara Lee

Lunchbox 20

The Mamas and the Papas Fritas

Milli Vanilli Waffers

Dashboard Cholesterol

Katy Pudgy

One Digestion

Ben Folds Five Guys

Papa John’s Roach

Oreo Speedwagon

Cheese Whiz Khalifa

Taco Belle and Sabastian

Alabama Shakeweight

A Minor Reality Check, Brought To You From An Unlikely Source

vegetarianist — Mon, 25 Jun 2012 11:52:00 -0500

A couple of weekends ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Ron, a gentleman in his late 60s/early 70s who works at the Kitchen Window store in Uptown. As I listened to him gush about the differences in cookware craftsmanship in Switzerland versus Germany, and the history of woks, it made me peculiarly happy.

I don’t know anything about Ron beyond his love for quality cookware and appetizing meals, but he reminded me that happiness and contentment are malleable, and something that only we can define for ourselves.

So I am dedicating today to Ron: Thank you for helping my friend find the perfect wok, and for reminding me to live with intention.

If Philosophers Contemplated Apps

christayve — Tue, 12 Jun 2012 09:50:00 -0500

“I checked in therefore I am here.” Descartes

“Anyone who trades Nashville for Normal deserves neither Nashville nor Normal.” - Ben Franklin

“Linkedin is the essence of vileness.” - Kant

“A wise man #’s because he has something to tag. A fool #’s because he has to tag something.” Plato

“#YOLO” -Horace

“All filters are based on deception.” Sun Tzu

“The un-Pathed life is not worth living.” -Socrates

“If men were born without an iphone, they would, so long as they remained without an iphone, form no conception of good and evil.” -Spinoza