SingleInPhillyGrrl takes on the latest in matrimonial bliss: the long-distance marriage…
I harbor a love of really cheesy, really terrible reality TV. The Real Housewives franchise? I don’t miss an episode. Top Chef? Words can’t express my excitement about three Philadelphia chefs competing in the upcoming season in Las Vegas. I’m completely obsessed with the lives and drama that surround the seven friends on Bravo’s latest brain-candy, Miami Social. But even the sunny lives of the beautiful Miami folk are trumped by my new favorite, Giuliana & Bill.
Looks like I opened a can of worms with my “How to date a blogger” post. PG’s latest guest contributor, SingleInPhillyGrrl dishes on dating and da web…
I’m truly grateful for PhillyGrrl’s post on How to date a blogger. Because I have a blog crush on the Philadelphia Phillies Examiner writer (c’mon ladies, a guy who loves baseball AND Oasis? Swoon). Granted, the cat will be out of the bag if he should ever read this…but that’s the main point of being a dating blogger…
…no shame, no fear in what you write. That’s what Erin Meanley of Glamour’s Single-ish writes on jinxing potential relationships:
“I would think that because I was getting excited and telling people, the universe was somehow listening and poised to strike out and punish me. As though it were not only impossible but illegal to be that happy. I had forgotten about jinxing because now of course, I’ve gone beyond telling a third party about a cute guy I have just met. Instead, I blog about it to the universe.” Continue reading
Guest contributor SingleInPhillyGrrl isn’t afraid of anything. Except for going to bars alone…
So, PG readers, I will be utilizing posts from my Singles Guide at Examiner.com. Deal with it.
And PG readers get the benefit of knowing how I REALLY feel about certain dating topics. Going to a bar alone. Here we go…
As a preface–I hate going out in public alone. Even if it’s waiting for friends at happy hour or dinner, staring a menu as the minutes click on by…I hate it. This is probably why I bought myself an iPhone and now look like a total fool while playing the iBowl game when waiting for friends…but I digress. Point is, I hate being alone.
Which is why, wonder of wonders, tonight I felt the need to go to my hotel bar alone. For a drink. Post-dinner with a group of 20. Continue reading
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I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that as more people visited this site, the number of um, *coughs, solicitations got increased (both in number and weirdness). But hey, meeting people is the one of few benefits of the fringe blogger. (Seriously, y’all. Let’s just be friends.) Now, I’m not going to tell you how to date a blogger. That would be too simple. But I will tell give examples of how not to date a blogger.
1) First off all, please don’t start your email or include in your email the words “Philly” and “boy” in some sort of near proximity. “Philly” and “girl” is cute. Or nauseating. Depends how you’re looking at it. But “Philly” and “boy/man/guy” is always a terrible combination. Corny. Lame. Trite. Etc, etc, etc. No girl wants to date a Philly boy. Period. Continue reading
That’s right, folks. Please join me in welcoming our latest guest contributor, SingleInPhillyGrrl! She writes:
Hi. I’m SingleInPhillyGrrl. If there are two things I know well, it’s the single life and the City of Brotherly Love. I’ve seen the best, the worst, and the ugliest that our fair city has to offer its inhabitants when it comes to the dating life, and am ready to dish. I will tell you the best Philadelphia dates, the types of guys/girls NOT to be, and guide you every step of the thorny, complicated dating path.
Dating is the sport. And I’m your John Madden.
Let’s get started, shall we?
Boys, don’t be this guy. Girls, don’t be this gal.
Talk to you soon, Philadelphia.
Time to take it to the streets…
So desi people have this thing about divorce and re-marriage. It doesn’t happen. Aisha says it best: Continue reading
Friends. My list of friends, both realworld and facebookworld, is always in a constant state of flux. When I was younger, I was so desperate for friends, anyone who acknowledged my existence was automatically my best friend. I’m still trying to outgrow that mindset. Throughout my school days, however, I realized that while my overtures of friendship were always undertaken with the best of intentions in mind, sometimes someone just needed to get their physics homework done. As in their definition of friendship was what I would now consider “networking.” Which is cool. I know everyone wants PG to help them get those A’s. No biggie.
But the advantage of living in the real world is one gets the chance to reach outside of one’s comfort zone and make friendships that are cultivated on mutual respect and admiration – not grades or some other tangible asset. It’s a constant struggle. But one worth taking. So, will you be my friend?
Let me tell you a Valentine’s Day story.
It’s about a boy (let’s call him James). And a girl (let’s call her Melanie.) Now James and Melanie had been dating for over a year, when without warning, a month before Valentine’s Day, Melanie suddenly decided the relationship was over. James was heartbroken, as he loved the girl. But there were years between them and when the summer ended, she returned to her college, which was far far away from their hometown and he knew he’d lost her. Continue reading
Am I the only person in Philadelphia who loves taking SEPTA. SEPTA, for those out-of-towners, is short of Southeastern Pennsylvania Transit Association. I think. Whatever, it’s the trains, buses, etc that get those without cars where they need to go.
Whatever. I love buses. I love taking the El (Elevated train). I love the subway. What’s wrong with me?
Yeah, it’s weird. Even when I’m late, and it’s cold, and freezing rain is pouring on my head….well, nevermind. Maybe not then.
But nine times out of ten, whether it’s been at a point in life when I depended on SEPTA to get me places, or not – I love SEPTA. Continue reading
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