I think you’re crazy

I’m getting pumped and nervous for my first speed dating experience. I always wonder what kind of first impression I give off, especially since one of my best friends has told me she thought I was crazy when we met. Granted, I was hopped up on the general excitement of the first day of frosh week, but [...]

check yes, no, or maybe

You know what I miss? Crushes. I haven’t had one in a long time. I miss the stomach flutters, the heart palpitations… the various other symptoms of illness that signify chemistry. High school was full of crushes–generally of the unattainable variety, as my social stock was hardly booming back then, but still, what happened?

maybe it would help if I walked a dog

Confession: I read the missed connections on Craigslist. No one has ever posted anything that could possibly be me, but still, I read them. Maybe it’s some lingering romanticism. Or some kind of voyeuristic curiousity. Probably I’m completely narcissistic, and I’m just dying for someone to write a poorly spelled and ungrammatical ode to my smile.
Do meet [...]

they’ll be more creative than Mr. Big, I promise

Next week, I’m going to my first FastLife speed dating event! Excited? You bet I am. So excited that if my credit card wasn’t verging on maxed out, I’d be buying new shoes for it. As it is, my closet is going to be subject to a thorough scouring to find the perfect outfit.
I have to tell [...]

welcome to my world view

According to my personal life philosophy (garnered from my vast social experience), grabbing a couple pints means ultra-casual, jeans and t-shirt, sitting in a pub shooting the shit. Getting drinks means a loungey, more upscale environment. A nice skirt or dress, pricier cocktails, but no dancing. Going to a club means cleavage, heels, and smokey [...]

food metaphors: funny AND gross

What’s the opposite of a sausage fest? A clam fest? A taco fest? Whoa, I think I crossed the line into unsavoury territory there. Or ultra savoury, depending on how you season your tacos. Annnd now I’ve killed my metaphor.
Headed over to Park Lane tonight, where it was, in case you didn’t guess, a bit [...]

is that a mirror in your pocket? ’cause I can see myself in your pants

One of my favourite websites is Jezebel. They’re consistently awesome and hilarious, and they provide intelligent commentary on current events. Today, dinking around on the internet (as I do), I read their write-up of this Radar article about lessons for men in picking up. And I gotta say: yikes. I know it’s hard for guys to approach [...]

in hindsight, it probably happens a lot in hostels

Welcome, friends, to what I am sure will become a recurring feature on this blog: Stupid Things I’ve Done While Drinking.
It is a sad truth that I am a lightweight in the international sport known as Holding One’s Liquor. I’m out of the featherweight category, but only just. To inaugurate this feature properly, I’m going [...]

I’ve yet to convincingly pull off a tutu

I’m sorry, fellow fall lovers. I’ve clearly jinxed the weather by raving about how happy I was that the mercury was dropping in thermometres city-wide. Now I’m sulking in my over-warm apartment.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been getting a free preview of CosmoTV, so naturally I’ve been watching too many episodes of Sex and [...]

screw patio season, here comes the fall!

Fall is arriving and I’m thrilled to be chilled, if you’ll excuse the rhyme. Which you shouldn’t, because that was terrible. It’s my favourite season–the fashion’s fantastic, the leaves are beautiful, and I don’t have to pour my coffee over ice in order to enjoy it. I’m hauling out the cute jackets and scarves, and [...]