I wonder if single people have some shared qualities that cause them to seek one another out, some sort of gene which is repellent to a romantic partner but brings us together in commiseration over bottles of cabernet sauvignon on dateless weekend nights.
It often seems like even powerful women who want to be treated like men in the office want to come home to a man who makes them feel like a woman.
Nonetheless, similar to when one gives me a compliment, I don’t believe it. My instinct is to think that the test is faulty or the person who says I’m handsome is lying, blind or my grandmother.
Despite receiving a fair amount of attention when I am out — men, and gay men particularly, make it obvious when they are interested as they stare intently and sometimes grab part of your body without permission — I still never feel as short or average-looking as when I am in a gay bar.
The thing about attraction is that it can grow from a place where there is none. Money is a powerful aphrodisiac and combined with enough affection and adoration, over time feelings will develop and the urge to vomit upon seeing their naked body subsides.
I can’t lower my standards any lower. If things don’t improve soon, I’m going back on Propecia to forestall hair loss and kill my libido so that I can be both youthful and asexual forever.
The lifestyle of the Jet Set Pauper is not simply about international travel, champagne lunches, and 4-ply cashmere knit sweaters. These…
On a recent night out in Brentwood, I was drinking at the bar of a chic restaurant when I struck up…
“I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.”…
(If you’re in India, you won’t find this suggestion at all outlandish and are probably having a member of your staff massage you as you read this – good for you!).