Where are the non-creepers?
Dating An Engineer
5 Essential Tips for Dating Someone with Kids
The fundamentals of keeping long-distance love healthy
When He Gives You A Drawer
Great Textpectations
Don’t Let Rejection Screw You Over
Don’t Fear the Distance
The Benefits of a Long Distance Relationship
Should I Stay or Should I Go
When you finally make it past the line and the bouncer poring over your (fake) ID at the door, you breathe a sigh of relief, grab your friends and beeline to the bartender. Your friends mosey over to an opening directly in front of you, but you do not take it. Instead you walk to the other side of the bar where there are a few guys waiting for drinks and wedge yourself between them.
You turn on the charm, yank your shirt down to show a little cleavage, bat your eyelashes and strike up a conversation. These guys aren’t cute – far from it – but you aren’t lookin’ for booty. You’re lookin’ for loot. In the form of a Vodka Red Bull.
You talk about classes, you talk about how badly you could use a drink, you complain about how long the bartender is taking, you grab some biceps and gush over how big they are. And between all of that, you make sure to keep that cleavage out there and draw attention to those perfectly glossed lips of yours. It doesn’t take long for one of the (very intoxicated) boys takes a liking to you.
“Want a shot?” he asks.
Of course you want a shot. He orders a round. You cheers with him and his boys and throw that Kamikaze back like a champ. He is impressed. You talk a little more and he orders another round. You take another shot. You are now drunk. Mission accomplished.
Dating An Engineer
5 Essential Tips for Dating Someone with Kids
The fundamentals of keeping long-distance love healthy
When He Gives You A Drawer
Great Textpectations
Don’t Let Rejection Screw You Over
Don’t Fear the Distance
The Benefits of a Long Distance Relationship
Should I Stay or Should I Go
When you finally make it past the line and the bouncer poring over your (fake) ID at the door, you breathe a sigh of relief, grab your friends and beeline to the bartender. Your friends mosey over to an opening directly in front of you, but you do not take it. Instead you walk to the other side of the bar where there are a few guys waiting for drinks and wedge yourself between them.
You turn on the charm, yank your shirt down to show a little cleavage, bat your eyelashes and strike up a conversation. These guys aren’t cute – far from it – but you aren’t lookin’ for booty. You’re lookin’ for loot. In the form of a Vodka Red Bull.
You talk about classes, you talk about how badly you could use a drink, you complain about how long the bartender is taking, you grab some biceps and gush over how big they are. And between all of that, you make sure to keep that cleavage out there and draw attention to those perfectly glossed lips of yours. It doesn’t take long for one of the (very intoxicated) boys takes a liking to you.
“Want a shot?” he asks.
Of course you want a shot. He orders a round. You cheers with him and his boys and throw that Kamikaze back like a champ. He is impressed. You talk a little more and he orders another round. You take another shot. You are now drunk. Mission accomplished.