Okay, so I read somewhere once that the best place to meet guys is at a cheap, divey bar with the Buck Hunter video game. Or Chipotle, for mornings after nights spent at said cheap, divey bar. And yeah, the guys do frequent both places. But you know where the mens are in DC? (And I know you do, because I wonder that myself pretty much ALL OF THE TIME.) They are belly up at the bar at Potenza for happy hour. Last I was there, the population was easily 99.4 percent male. (I made that number up, yes I did.) And, they are in their work suits, so they are on their best behavior. Two gentlemen even gave up their stools for me and my friend during my first jaunt, instantly quieting my overall feeling and fear that chivalry is dead. Perhaps it was just that one night, so I will be making another voyage very soon. But this much I know, if you do go and see the tall one in seersucker, um, he’s mine. Kthanks.
September 2, 2009 · 2 Comments
So the book. The Book. THE BOOK. The book is done. Done done done done done. DONE. This is how I celebrate. This celebration will continue through Friday eve when I go out with a lovely man with a delicious front-tooth gap.
(I really didn’t choreograph the cat. He just knew.)
September 2, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I’m startin’ this blog over darn it. Version 1.0 was so … drama. Being single isn’t about being drama. Being single is about being fun. And you know what else is fun? Being single and having great outfits. A great date outfit (from Anthropologie, naturally), which despite the many, many dates I’ve been on in my lifetime (mostly in 2006 and 2007), I do not have at my fingertips. So I will put one together. RIGHT NOW. Before your very eyes.
(I will pair the lovely frock with these shoes and my new Treasury necklace and it will be divine.)