The Dates You’ll Go On With OkCupid’s “Crazy Blind Date” App
You set eyes on your date and immediately hate everything about them: their hair, their voice, their name.
You set eyes on your date and immediately hate everything about them: their hair, their voice, their name.
At this point, I think the music industry is the only institution that does not toss around the word “rockstar.”
At the end of a long day shooing away carolers, sneering at happy families opening presents, and well, drinking, the silver lining is the little Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street.
The cool bouncer fist bumps me, but it’s dark and I go in for a high five. It just occurred to me I’m paying my dues. Like, right now.
Being lured into dancing by someone’s mom.
One of my fantasies involves me locking myself in a swanky penthouse apartment with a typewriter and achieving fame through misguided, yet romantic, views on women.
I just met you in line waiting for the bathroom, tell me the story you told me then.
So I’d be on the street, desperately asking anyone who came by: “Hey, got a second for animal rights?!” I was yelled at, ignored, and laughed at.
Through the power of deduction and, again, uncomfortable sexual tension, we learn Helen Hunt and Paxton were once married and chased tornadoes together — probably while uncomfortably sexual.
Most of my life-changing moments of clarity come to me around three in the morning after a hefty dose of crying and a couple Klonopin.