I have a question and thought you dahlings could chime in…cuz ya know I love your input
I have gf who has been a best friend for a few years now. She is awesome – always gives the best advice, is a great listener & a true bright light of positivity.
We used to have a girl’s night out once every 2 weeks, which is pretty amazing since our schedules always seemed to conflict with each other. Convos would be a part of our daily routines & she was the first person I would go to when asking for advice on the current stat of a guy (and of course wardrobe opinions – especially with my Date Night Outfits).
Then, she got into a serious relationship with a guy.
And I am really happy for her. Seriously I am.
But now…we hardly ever talk and our convos usually consist of:
Back in my I-banking days, a male co-worker and I used to go out for cocktails during week nights after a hectic 12 hour work day. At the time, he was jumping in & out of an unhealthy relationship, so when we would go out to lounges/bars, I would end up taking the role of “wingwoman“.
According to this article, a “wingwoman” is defined as: a girl who helps guys meet chicks in bars by posing as the guys’ platonic female friend.
In my case, I wasn’t posing as his friend, I really was one! But the author here actually worked as a part-time wingwoman. Apparently “wingwoman services are available in many cities, including New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, Miami, and Saint Louis.”
Holy crap..who knew???
Larger groups of girls are supertough (read: intimidating) to approach. Three is a good number because your two friends can keep each other company when a guy walks up to chat with you.
MG: TRUE. One time my guy friend had his eye on this one cutie in the crowd. Unfortunately, she was surrounded by a sorority-like entourage and he became totally intimidated. Later on that eve, while dabbing on some gloss in the ladies room, I had bumped into the girl my guy friend was interested in. While chatting up lip-gloss shades, I mentioned to her how my guy friend thought she was adorable.
And speaking of guys..
Where you learned your signature sex move.
Mustache bleaching (not to mention what happens when your bikini waxer takes a long vacay).
I had this happen to me by crazy stalker ex’s bc they were either psycho, insecure, and/or cheaters. Stay AWAY from MG’s stuff!!!
p.p.s – Date Night Outfit post on Friday, XOXO
So in the book, co-author Greg says -
“When men want you, they do the work. I know it sounds old school, but when men like women, they ask them out.”
Ladies, this rule works both ways. Don’t be an a**hole.
3. Relationship Rule to Retire: Call after the obligatory three days.
Ya. This one has to die…like right now. With texting/bbm’s and even Twitter DM’s, there is NO reason anyone needs to wait 3 days. Eff-that.
4. Relationship Rule to Retire: Cook for your man.
What’s wrong with cookin’ for the boy? This is a sweet, endearing gesture and shows that you care about your man. I mean, unless your cooking skills are shit-tay…are they??
5. Relationship Rule to Retire: Let the man (always) pay the bill.
Second, if we keep rule #4 alive, then paying for dinner won’t be an issue.
Problem solved – YAY!
Funny, sweet & smart will always work…every time
Problem solved – YAY, again!
An Invitation from thatsLadyLike.com for my fabulush West Coast/SF dolls!!!
So…ever wonder what
Cosmo breaks down what the darling gents
1. Your Smile
Does it seem sweet and genuine? Does it seem awkward and forced? Does it seem like you ate a sesame-seed and parsley salad for lunch based on what’s lodged between every single one of your teeth?
2. Your Hair
Guys have no idea what split ends are, and if you mention roots, they just think of the band. But they do look to see if your hair looks 1. soft and 2. as though it would smell good. So don’t request “The Gosselin” at the salon, and wash it every so often. That’s all guys ask.
3. Your Cleavage
Newsflash: Dudes like to look at your chest. Now, that’s not to say they think all women should unbutton their shirts to their bellybuttons at funerals. (Though really, who are guys to judge?) But they will notice how you’re showing off what you’ve got.
You know that blemish you’ve been obsessing over all day because it’s so huge? Chances are guys won’t even notice. What will they notice? If you look like a jaundiced Oompa-Loompa because of overenthusiastic tanning.
Are all women who haul around big purses — in other words, cavernous rucksacks stuffed full of old receipts, emergency sweaters, and half-used bottles of hand sanitizer — high maintenance? Maybe not. But guys will go ahead and assume they are anyway.
By CHUCK BENNETT - Last Updated: 10:31 AM, October 30, 2009
New Yorkers have no excuse for dateless Friday nights.
More than half of all Manhattan residents are living alone — and the number of singles in the city is continuing to rise to historic levels, newdata show.
That means you’ve got a 50-50 shot that the cute neighbor down the hall is looking for love.
The borough now resembles some kind of “” fantasyland with a majority of households, 50.3 percent, with just one resident — no roommate, no spouse, no family, no kids…
There are numerous forces turning Manhattan into an isle of singletons, explained William Helmreich, deputy chairman of City College’s sociology department. The factors include high-paying jobs, the expense of raising a family, longer-living widows and widowers, and, of course, a celebrated culture of singledom.
“Singles attract more singles,” he said. “They participate in a lifestyle that is mutually reinforcing. The more single people engage in that lifestyle, the more acceptable it is, and the more acceptable it is, the more people are going to do it.”
Many of those women are lonely hearts, but they aren’t all Carrie Bradshaws….
Response to that last ‘C’ comment: “You don’t need to worry about women not living up to your standards. Guess what? We have no interest in your type. You could look like a GQ cover model or make millions, you are still an egotistical bore. Women love men who love women, not men who put them down. Period. And guess what? According to this article (and many of my single friends) lots of women love living alone, meaning without an idiot like you who requires “straight hair” and a “thong” I suggest you simply pay for it, jerk.”