Can you meet a guy at a car meet? I say, why the heck not? Think about it: A guy goes to a bar…why? To meet a girl. But there are 25 guys and 238,978,274,893 girls, most of whom want a husband. The competition alone is enough to make you want to set your extensions on fire. BUT a car meet is made up of 99% guys and only 1% girls! That’s virtually no competition at all. Aka the best place in the entire world to meet someone!
Let’s talk about Oscar speeches, shall we? It seems like every winner I see get up there grows a damn beard while making his/her speech! I don’t know about you, but about 10 seconds and 10 “I wouldn’t be here without [insert unknown name]” proclamations, I pretty much pray for the Oscar gods to start playing their legendary “Get your ass off the stage” music. Yet…sometimes…they…don’t.
I just can’t understand how someone can literally believe that anyone besides their own mother would actually care enough about them to listen to them thank every person they’ve ever come across since birth. Let’s list all the winners I don’t care to listen to: Continue reading →
So Jimmy Fallon finally did it. After years of patiently waiting, he was able to fit Jay Leno’s gigantic chin through the door as he kicked him out of the Tonight Show. Don’t get me wrong, I truly love Jimmy Fallon. I was just a little shocked that he was able to secure this spot. Not because he’s not hilarious and entertaining but because, well, it’s Jay freaking Leno.
The truth is though, every era has to come to an end at some point. We all tearfully said Goodbye to Friends and Boy Meets World, didn’t we? Except, with Jay Leno, it’s more like saying Goodbye to Seinfeld. We loved those lunatics — even though they weren’t very nice. They were like our mean cousins that we all secretly agreed with when they made inappropriate comments at the dinner table during holiday get-togethers. Yeah, Jay Leno is like the cast of Seinfeld and all our badass cousins. Jimmy Fallon? He’s more like our adorable yet awesome kid brother. Even if he is Continue reading →
There’s nothing more frustrating than being 26 years old, and career-less. I’d always pictured myself as having two books published by now, a third on the way, and a fabulous job at a swanky literary agency, publishing house, or marketing/PR company.
I’d be flying all around the world, meeting with up-and-coming and famous authors, actors, and singers. I’d go to events constantly, and host dinner parties in my Park Avenue two-floor apartment. Christian would be sending me Louboutins to showcase on my red carpet runs, and Versace would beg me to wear the star of his new line to one my events. I’d be rich, beautiful, and most of all, successful. I’d have accomplished my professional dreams, and would be the envy of everyone who ever met me.
The following is a Guest Post from my friends over at Tastebuds.fm (a site where you can meet people with similar music tastes)…
Better look out – your music taste can give away more about you than you may think. We’re not yet at the stage of evolution where admitting you like Rihanna, Nirvana or The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble will tell others what you keep in your fridge exactly – but your favorite genres can give away a lot. Here’s what you have to be aware of… Continue reading →
First and foremost, I owe my fans an apology. I’ve been so caught up with my life that I haven’t made any time to write for JenAndMen. But I’m back, I promise!
I’ve hit a non-dating-related rough patch in my life, which I may talk about one day on the blog. For now I’ll just say that it has caused me a great deal of pain and stress, and has distracted me from my everyday activities, but I’m working through it with therapy, healthy living, and support from my loved ones. I also plan on incorporating some of my new mantras into some future posts.
As you can see, I changed the red hair. For those of you upset by this, I usually switch up my hair color every few years. Who knows, maybe next summer I’ll be a blonde and next winter I could be a redhead again. I’ve heard a plethora of great stories from my friends, so be prepared to laugh over the next couple of weeks!
My friend Paul is in love with a lesbian he works with. We go back and forth between calling her his girlfriend and calling her his lesbian. When he first told me about her I didn’t think anything of it. Then I saw her in a holiday video his office had posted on their website and changed my mind. I became a little bit of a lesbian for her! And it killed Paul to know that I had more of a chance to get with her than he did!
Nothing bothers me more than a flakey person — whether I’m dating him/her or not. I am the queen of making plans and then being super lazy and not wanting to follow through with them. But I always do — because it’s just rude to have someone keep their schedule open for you and then leave them hanging because you decided you don’t feel like getting dressed and going out.
When the guy I’m dating is flakey…I go crazy. Why? Because the person you’re dating is supposed to want to see you above all others. They have time to go to work, family parties, and out with their friends, but can’t see you or take you out to dinner? Unacceptable.
This post may shock some (or all) of you, but it’s not yelling about or bashing anyone. Why? I’m actually dating a normal human being, Mark. And he’s sweet and adorable and enjoys spending time with me. I almost think he may be a guy one of you hired to mess with me so that when he screws me over you’ll really get some crazed material out of me.
Mark and I met online when I clicked “Yes” in the “Meet Me” feature. We really hit it off immediately, and have been on like 6 dates since. We text/instant message throughout the day, speak on the phone at lunch, and talk/Skype for 3-4 hours at night. I even showed him my JenAndMen iPhone App. He hasn’t freaked out about it…yet. So far, so good.
The following is a hilarious story about how Facebook completely and utterly blew up my friend Kyle’s spot when he tried dating two girls at once…
Kyle was dating a girl named Alma for a few months. Unfortunately, they could never become official — or let anyone know about their relationship for that matter — because her family is religious and would never approve. Because of this, Kyle was forced, against his will, to move on.
He and Alma began talking less and less, and while it upset it, he continued to live his life and meet other girls…one of which was Melissa.
For a woman to communicate with guys on dating websites, she may think that she must use a combination of bat signals, woots, grunts, snorts, burps, huffs, and toots. However, you don’t need Little Orphan Annie’s decoder ring to understand your guys’ strange behaviors. All it really takes is a combination of evolution, psychology, and a dash of good old fashioned uncommon sense. I’ve been collecting some of the biggest questions that women have about their men, and now it’s about time that you get some answers.
If you’ve ever been to Europe, you know that the caliber of hotness of the people increases tenfold from what we’re used to seeing. Everywhere I walked, beautiful men sashayed past me, dressed to a tee and perfect. Olive skin, white teeth, designer glasses, clothes, and shoes, and a stare that could make you drop your cannoli at your feet.
I’m getting really tired of my exes asking me if we can give it another go. Let’s get this straight: You treated me like dirt, allowed me to end it with you, looked around for a girl who you thought would be equal to my looks, personality, intelligence, passion, and TOLERANCE FOR YOU, and were shocked when you couldn’t find said imaginary girl? And, on top of all that, you actually believed I would take you back?
I almost pity these guys. But I don’t. Because I hate them too much.
We walked into the bar/restaurant and were seated in the back.
“Wow, that’s a really bright ‘EAT’ sign to stare at. I’ll put you at that side of the table,” he said. And he did. I must say, it was odd to have such bright, shining, white lights so close to the Devil, himself.
My last post was Part 1 of the of the torturous tale that was my South African date. This, my dear friends, is Part 2. It pays homage to the phrase, “Never say ‘It can’t get any worse'”.
After having Mark, the South African, call me up and tell me to walk 15 minutes to where he was, I completely lost any liking I had of the guy. He had already made me meet him at the most disgusting restaurant ever built, and was now not even willing to rescue me from it.
“Just walk East,” he told me.
“If I knew which way East was I still wouldn’t walk that way, because I’m a girl and I’m alone and I don’t like this sketchy neighborhood,” I replied. “Just come here. I’ll wait for you.”