I could also probably never date a trainer, athlete, or anyone whose profession involves working on their physique while I slump at my laptop all day. A profession doesn’t really define the person, and the right guy/gal will surprise you!
(Jealousy is a pattern here, you see.) I also wouldn’t want to date a rock star or someone who has women throwing themselves at him all day, but obviously that hasn’t been put to the test, meaning if Lenny Kravitz/John Mayer/Sting came knocking I probably wouldn’t turn them down.
There was gossiping about the Bachelors and Bachelorettes, from De Anna Pappas to Ashley Hebert.
There was an interview with The Millionaire Matchmaker and one with ."There was me being recognized in the most unfabulous of places: on the NYC subway, in a crummy diner eating by myself, in an impossibly advanced ballet class (struggling), and in line for a Greyhound bus at Port Authority. There were all those times I wondered about turning 30, moving home…and the times I needed a good cry. If you're feeling lonely or bummed, list the reasons you enjoy being single, or what you'd like to do before you settle down.
I am frequently the 3rd, 5th or 7th wheel during gatherings and outings, and I’m totally cool with that as long as I’m enjoying the company. Stop being awkward and uncomfortable with the single people around you.
And there is nothing worse than some of the patronizing comments we single women have to endure from the happily coupled-up folks that surround us (often complete strangers).
debuted with a post about being 29 and not having a husband, already. An even more ominous sign: In an email to friends, reproduced after the jump, Meanley explains that, now that she's a dating blogger, "I need some help with pimpage. " Well, at least she's being honest, somewhere, about the transactional aspect of her "dating." We've redacted Meanley's email address, but no doubt she'll be combing the comments here for top-shelf prospective mates, so feel free to make like a pimp there.
It has been a wild three years, from clubbing in St. There was my critique of , and when it was syndicated on Yahoo, 789 commenters heartily disagreed with me. Even if I didn't know what I was talking about. There were discussions about whether single girls should mail out Christmas cards and the debates about whether certain male behaviors should be deemed selfish or just inherently guyish. Blogger Erin Meanley met a used car salesman over the weekend, and couldn’t quite get over the vocation’s reputation.Definitely understandable, though not insurmountable. I could never date another writer, because I would feel too superior if I were the better writer, and too threatened/jealous if he were. I asked various people in the office/online what their profession dealbreakers were: -Politician -Someone in the restaurant industry -Someone in the military -Little Monster -Bartender -Banker -Starving artist -Tech Guy See? Fill In The Blank: “I Could Never Date A ______” [As always, our caveat: if your “I would never date a ____” list is itemized and annotated, maybe you should be less stringent.There was making out because I had nothing else to do, and there was getting upset when my bestie became pregnant.