The cherry on top of all of this was that he was 29 (which makes the whole Irish pub choice even more unacceptable), and he was not American (making his polemic on why I should’ve supported Bernie and how perfect of a politician he was essentially moot).
Had my first really bad date in a while through Bumble. This dude had it all: misleading photos (he looked stocky/average in his photos and turned out to have a massive gut), took me to your standard rowdy “Irish” pub where we couldn’t even hear each other, talked incessantly about his own Tinder horror stories, and then finally asked me about my politics affiliation/who I voted for and why I’m wrong. I was there by 8 and faked sick by not even 9. No regrets.
I feel like this hasn’t been pointed out as much as other things, but we also need to get rid of things along the lines of “I’ll tell your parents we met at church.” Don’t know why, but I swipe left whenever a guy uses a line like that.
Couldn’t have hit closer to home. Dated a guy for two months last winter after meeting him in an Uberpool. He was funny, very together, and cute in a hipster way (not my normal type). We had fun for a while until we got to a point where I tried to approach the exclusivity conversation with him. When he tried to evade it, I slow-faded him.
I think part of this “liking people who don’t like us as much” issue is both a fear of confrontation on one party’s end, and a fear of being perceived as “needy” on the other (and I can certainly speak for myself on that one). Either way, we all need to grow up and be authentic with each other.
One of my best friends works here. She tells me the hours are horrible but Charlotte isn’t as bad as the reviews make it out to be. Plus they pay for her $120 Uber rides back to the suburbs whenever she has to work late.
Hooked up with a guy my freshman year of college who would insist on classic rock as standard hookup music. Needless to say, I cannot listen to Pink Floyd’s “Money” without cringing.
To me, it seems that we ladies are more hypersensitive when it comes to “appearances,” and thus we don’t pull a Corinne every single time we want to hook up with someone. From personal experience, if I want to take someone home, I’d be more subtle (cute outfit, off-hand comment, etc.) before knocking a guy over the head with “come home with me” stuff.
Can empathize. Currently an entry-level analyst at a large company. Love what I do and get a weird thrill out of working my ass off, but also trying to recognize when I need to draw the line and take time for myself, whether that means working from home instead of commuting, or leaving at 4:30 when I’m genuinely finished with work and know I’d be just staying for the sake of appearances. It takes time to learn these things.
Also, figure out what you value outside of work. For me, it’s regular trips to OrangeTheory, my beer-league dodgeball team, and seeing friends and family. Once you figure that out, you can set boundaries, make time for other things, and overall feel less stressed and anxious.
Made an account to comment on this, but I have an update on cake girl–she was my ex-roommate, and that was my submission.
She’s since gone full crazy, abandoned the cake dream to fully commit to “modeling” (commissioning local businesses/randoms to take photos of her) and making “art” (mostly cosplay costumes and shit for her cat).
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Either two things will happen: Todd won’t propose, or he’ll propose to Girl “all wrong.” Either way, I’m excited!
The cherry on top of all of this was that he was 29 (which makes the whole Irish pub choice even more unacceptable), and he was not American (making his polemic on why I should’ve supported Bernie and how perfect of a politician he was essentially moot).
Had my first really bad date in a while through Bumble. This dude had it all: misleading photos (he looked stocky/average in his photos and turned out to have a massive gut), took me to your standard rowdy “Irish” pub where we couldn’t even hear each other, talked incessantly about his own Tinder horror stories, and then finally asked me about my politics affiliation/who I voted for and why I’m wrong. I was there by 8 and faked sick by not even 9. No regrets.
NOPE. If there was ever a time to feel “literally so attacked rn,” this is it.
I feel like this hasn’t been pointed out as much as other things, but we also need to get rid of things along the lines of “I’ll tell your parents we met at church.” Don’t know why, but I swipe left whenever a guy uses a line like that.
Couldn’t have hit closer to home. Dated a guy for two months last winter after meeting him in an Uberpool. He was funny, very together, and cute in a hipster way (not my normal type). We had fun for a while until we got to a point where I tried to approach the exclusivity conversation with him. When he tried to evade it, I slow-faded him.
I think part of this “liking people who don’t like us as much” issue is both a fear of confrontation on one party’s end, and a fear of being perceived as “needy” on the other (and I can certainly speak for myself on that one). Either way, we all need to grow up and be authentic with each other.
Also, I need to start using “mendacious” more often.
One of my best friends works here. She tells me the hours are horrible but Charlotte isn’t as bad as the reviews make it out to be. Plus they pay for her $120 Uber rides back to the suburbs whenever she has to work late.
Solid article. Took a few L’s recently and had one big deal fall through, but I’ve learned a lot. Ready to take on the next one.
“Weekend boyfriends” made me cringe. Will, you’re a genius.
This amount of planning gave me palpitations.
Hooked up with a guy my freshman year of college who would insist on classic rock as standard hookup music. Needless to say, I cannot listen to Pink Floyd’s “Money” without cringing.
To me, it seems that we ladies are more hypersensitive when it comes to “appearances,” and thus we don’t pull a Corinne every single time we want to hook up with someone. From personal experience, if I want to take someone home, I’d be more subtle (cute outfit, off-hand comment, etc.) before knocking a guy over the head with “come home with me” stuff.
Meh, hate is probably a strong word. I guess I find her to be self-aggrandizing.
Same boat as you. Hate Dunham, but the show is a guilty pleasure. Personally a fan of the beach house episode.
Can empathize. Currently an entry-level analyst at a large company. Love what I do and get a weird thrill out of working my ass off, but also trying to recognize when I need to draw the line and take time for myself, whether that means working from home instead of commuting, or leaving at 4:30 when I’m genuinely finished with work and know I’d be just staying for the sake of appearances. It takes time to learn these things.
Also, figure out what you value outside of work. For me, it’s regular trips to OrangeTheory, my beer-league dodgeball team, and seeing friends and family. Once you figure that out, you can set boundaries, make time for other things, and overall feel less stressed and anxious.
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Made an account to comment on this, but I have an update on cake girl–she was my ex-roommate, and that was my submission.
She’s since gone full crazy, abandoned the cake dream to fully commit to “modeling” (commissioning local businesses/randoms to take photos of her) and making “art” (mostly cosplay costumes and shit for her cat).