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Being Funny Never Got Anyone Laid

I know, the first thing you’re thinking is my title of this blog is bullshit. Well first of all, calm the fuck down, there is no reason, what so ever, to swear. Just pop a simmer. It’s weird I don’t swear in real life “that much”, but in my blog, every other word is cock, balls, shit, crap, etc. I think I have an internet potty mouth. FOCUS. Title. Blog. I know it’s an exaggeration, but so is everything else I write in this blog. I just thought it was a funny title. If I wrote a book, it would be a top contender. No matter if the book was a crazy sci-fi novel about a time traveling pirate cop.

being funny never got anyone laid
I’m not really sure what this blog is going to be about, I just haven’t written in a while and know I need to write something soon. People be all up on me, askin me to write. Ya heard. Or something to that extent, but it’s time. Some of you might wonder? How does he do it!? How does Single Steve write his hilarious blogs?? Actually I bet nobody cares, or thinks they’re hilarious, but I’m going to tell you anyways. I have a routine. Step one is to say your going to write a blog then wait a month. Then wait until the last possible time to write it. I usually don’t even start typing until about 11:00pm, because I’m the worlds biggest procrastinator. Step 2 is to have as much media and distractions on as possible. I have a web browser open with my 3 defaults of facebook, twitter and gmail, which I toggle between OCD like every 15 seconds. I have Conan on mute, which is still surprisingly very entertaining, I have my Glee station on Pandora going. Yeah, I said Glee. Yes, I’m straight. Yes, I’m sure. Step 3 is begin word vomit. I open up a blank word document and start with the title. Usually all I need is the title, and the rest seems to write itself. It usually takes about an hour for me to complete my word vomit, which is pretty quick in comparison, it would take me hours to write the same length paper for my class papers. I think this is because when I write blogs I basically just sit down and write stream of conscious style, no back button, no grammar check, whatever brain thinks, finger types, sometimes I check the spelling, sometimes I don’t. I know this drives some of you crazy, but to be fair, I’m a not writer, no aspirations of being a writer, and even calling myself a “blogger” is comical to me. When I started writing blogs back in myspace days, I wasn’t doing it to be a blogger. I was doing it to make my exgirlfriend look like a cheating whore. Isn’t that how all good blogs get started? Now when I write its with the intention of entertainment and to trick girls into mating with me. I mean dating with me. No, I meant mating with me. Not that this blog is anything, this is still small potatoes in the world wide web, but it’s definitely more than what I was expecting it to be when I started it years ago. Calling myself a blogger is comincal to think about, isn’t that like saying I have a level 47 paladin with a plus two mace? Do girls like bloggers? I was at a NYE party this weekend and my friend Nicole introduced me as “Steven <pause for 1.3 seconds>, he has a blog”. GREAT. My chance of them being my midnight kiss went from zero percent to “I might mace him if he gets closer” percent.

Actually this bring me to a very important question. I need your input. Please comment and let me know your thoughts: At what point do I tell the girls I’m dating that I have a blog? Immediately? Never? I’m assuming the girl I will be dating doesn’t know about the blog, because what girl would date me after knowing I have this blog? Actually Another question to the females: Is this blog a deal breaker?

Anyways, I digress, back to the title. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be writing about? Maybe I should change the title to “Word Vomit”, then I could write about anything I want and technically still be within bounds? Okay, okay, back to how “Being Funny Never Got Anyone Laid.”

Realistically I still disagree with you. I still think being funny never got anyone laid. Hear me out. I’m saying in general. I know it’s happened before and will happen again. So please refrain from sending me pictures of how ugly you are and how attractive your girlfriend is, I believe you. Actually you can send me pictures of your attractive girlfriend, I ‘m not going to stop you. Every girl says they want someone funny, I know this because every single online dating profile I have ever read, makes reference to a guy with a sense of humor or being funny. Which to me, is obvious right? Do we really need to state we want to date/mate with someone who’s funny? Isn’t that like saying, must not be a jerk, must breathe air, or must have arms? No offense to anyone without arms. But who doesn’t like to laugh!? I can’t think of a single person who doesn’t appreciate humor. If they don’t like to laugh, they probably shouldn’t be dating anyways because we don’t want to pass on their genes. I think Darwin would have my back on this one.
Listen to what I’m saying “Being Funny Never Got Anyone Laid.” LAID. Laid is the keyword here. I didn’t say “Being Funny Never Got Anyone In a Relationship, Like The Serious Kind, Where You Change Your Facebook Profile”. I’m NOT saying that.

What I’m saying is, no girl on planet earth, has ever been at a bar, leaned over to her girlfriend sitting down next to her and said “OMG that guy across the bar, looks hilarious, I think I’m going to go talk to him” Or “OMG that guy across the bar, looks like a nice guy, with a good job, who would treat me nicely, I think I’m going to go talk to him, what’s more likely is “OMG that guy across the bar, has a bejewled tiger on his shirt, I think I’m going to go talk to him” or “OMG that guy across the bar, has amazing deltoids, and I don’t even know what deltoids do, I think I’m going to go talk to him.”

OMG I'm shallow
Bejeweled tiger shirt
WHICH is 100 percent fair. Absolutely. Guys do the exact same thing. Exact. Initial physical attraction is extremely important. So what am I getting at. We are all shallow. All of us. At least initially, and that’s okay. And I’m not looking to just get laid because of some physical or personality qualities, well I am, but believe it or not I like relationships, I like being in relationships, I want to have just one forever lasting epic relationship <insert puking in your mouth here>. I know this will pain you for me to say this, but I’d rather be in a relationship than single. As comical being single is for you and me. The bar is only an example, shallowness happens everywhere, and why this whole thing came up I guess is because I’ve seen it translated to online dating. I think? I hope? Otherwise I have no way of explaining how I am in communicating with 672 females on eharmony.com. And it’s not just eharmony, I have zero point zero percent luck on any of the online dating websites. Remember that time I made a fake profile of:

http://www.okcupid.com/profile/SanDiegoSam/
I made that fake profile as an experiment to see if online dating was as shallow as I thought. My hypothesis was correct.

online dating is shallow
For more details check out the blog: http://www.singlesteve.com/i%E2%80%99m-too-awesome-to-date/

And some of you are probably screaming, “YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO MEET A GIRL AT A BAR OR ONLINE DATING!”, I can tell you’re yelling because you used Caps locks. At this point you urge me to go out and just do things in the community and meet women doing the things I like doing. “It will happen naturally”, you say. I say shut your fucking mouth when your talking to me. I’m doing that all stuff, and more. I’m doing that like it’s my job. In fact, if I could brag for second, I actually do so much community ish, that I was nominated and selected as a key influencer for San Diego and I will be getting the opportunity to take a flight in a Blue Angel next year. Yeah. You heard right, a Blue Angel!? I’m pretty excited, it’s like uber bucket list type of thing.

I’m not really sure how that fits into this blog, but I really just wanted to brag. You would too. Where was I……I think I was complaining about online dating, wha wha wha. Woah is me type of thing. Anyways I’m over online dating, I’m just waiting for my eharmony.com subscription to end, then I’ll have to find some other way to waste my money on girls I’m not dating.

Speaking of, let me tell you about the last date I went on. It’s the first date I’ve been on in months, I was pretty optimistic about it. Somehow I managed to get through all 17 steps of eharmony, and to an actual date!? So I pick her up, and we go to my default Italian restaurant (I know, I know, I need to venture out more, but to my defense this was kind of a last minute date coordination), we have a bottle of wine with our delicious dinner. General awkward first date type of conversation. I suggest we go to Balboa Nights, she suggest we keep drinking, good sign number 1. So we keep drinking. We stroll down to the wine bar, a block down, where we proceed to have another bottle of delicious wine. Conversations going well, I guess? She’s definitely shy, but loosening up after 2 bottles of wine. We’re sitting close, with one hand on my leg and the other on my arm resting on the table. Things are going pretty well? She suggest we get another bottle of wine…..I tell her, if I have another bottle of wine, I will be unable to drive her home…..with the assumption we would both just go back to my place blocks away….she says yes, lets get another bottle of wine. Dear Diary. So we finish the 3rd bottle of wine, at this point we were both versnickered obviously. We are actually in such poor shape, I insist we take a taxi for the 4 blocks back to my place, as opposed to the 30 minute epic walk it was sure to going to be at that point. We get back to my place…..I’m pretty excited at this point, like the first time I heard the Beatles type of thing, so we start kissing, well what she considered to be kissing. She was the worst kisser I’ve kissed since 8th grade, no not you Hillary Volsteadt. It was the worst thing ever, it was terrible, absolutely the worst. It’s hard to explain, but imagine if someone were to just hold there mouth slightly open with no lip movements, with their tongue slightly out. Yeah, I would later compare it to kissing a corpse to my friends. Kissing someone who doesn’t move anything is awkward. And then when she did “use” her tongue, she jabbed it out like a lizard and just kept it out, like she was trying to touch her nose? It was a complete turn off. I went from thinking it was going to be boom boom time, to thinking I’ll never be able to get an erection again. That’s a little dramatic, but after the bad kissing boom boom was definitely not going to be happening. “But Steven, couldn’t you just bang without kissing her??”, I could but then wouldn’t that make her a hooker? I like to kiss. I love to kiss. If I had to pick kissing or sex for the rest of my life, I would pick kissing. Sex is great don’t get me wrong, but kissing can be done a lot more places, a lot more times, and I don’t need to apologize for only kissing for 15 seconds. We continue to “kiss”, until we lie down in my bed in which I promptly fell into a coma to avoid kissing anymore. Of course I cuddled the shit out of her, I love cuddling, and haven’t had a good cuddle in months, so at least that felt good. I never went on a second date with the bad kisser. It’s a deal breaker. It’s not my job to teach a 27 year old to kiss. MAYBE under different circumstances, if I could see other personality qualifiers I would like to pursue. Well try again next time.

Now let me tell you about the best non date I’ve been on in a long time. It was my date for my company’s holiday party. Now date is a strong word, granted she was my “date”, but it was more like she agreed to accompany me to my party. I’ve never had any romantical interactions with her prior, I’ve know her since sophomore year in college. Actually,truth be told, I actually had a super crush on her in college, like ridiculous, teenage dream type of thing. We both worked at the same photography company, I was a photographer and she did some office work type stuff. She’s hilarious, outgoing, goofy, witty, smart, and beautiful. So now you can see why 19 year old Steven had a crush on her. Did 19 year old Steven do anything about it? You better believe it! I walked right up to her, looked deeply into her in the eyes and asked her out. Oh wait, no I didn’t. Now that I think about it 19 year old Steven didn’t do a thing. That’s okay, she’s one of those out of my league girls, that I was just content that she knew my name. So flash forward 8 years later, we both live in San Diego now, kept in contact, see each other every so often at our local alumni events, still just happy she knows my name, So sure, my 19 year old crush for sure went away, because 27 year old men don’t have crushes, but I’d be lying if I still didn’t find her really attractive, funny and other yada yadas. I’m just saying. Anyways I somehow I was able to jokingly ask her if she was going to be my date for my company’s holiday party. I say jokingly because I wouldn’t have the balls to regularly ask her to my company’s holiday party. That way if she said no, I could just play it off as waka waka, I was just being funny Steve. I fear rejection. Which is probably the root cause of me being single, but we can Dr. Phil that issue of mine at a later time. So anyways, I asked her during one of our alumni football events, I was a few beers in, she told me to re-ask/confirm the next day, so it wasn’t just the beer talking. Having a few beers in me was probably the only way I had enough liquid courage to talk coherently to her. When I talk to girls I am super intimidated by, I become speechless, unfunny and tend to make up words. This can be the case with her. I confirmed the next day and she was in. I knew and had no intentions of this being a romantical event, I just knew that it was going to be a blast with her as my date. Which it was. It was the funniest non date, date I’ve been probably ever been on. I’m just saying, it was a good time. Highlights include, a 40 passenger party of me and my other “young cool” co-workers, driving us around from PB to La Jolla in circles while we drink like teenagers on the way to high school prom. I was able to procure a contraband Four Lokos (original formula), as one of many drinks I had on the bus up to the party. Four Lokos actually taste terrible, but I can see why all the kids love it. All I had growing up was boones farm, and I had to walk uphill both ways just to get it. Here’s why I had such a good time:
Company holiday party
Company party drunk
Company holiday party
Company holiday party

It was just fun, you know. Like everything about it. I’m sure I started off slightly awkward because I still get extremely intimidated by her, but after our first eleventeen drinks, things got better. One of my favorite parts was the people watching, like we would both see the same thing, and without saying a word we would know exactly the same cynical, hilarious comment that should be made. I could go on and on about things I liked about the non date date, but I don’t want to be a super stalker. Basically after the party we ended up dancing our faces off at Bar West, somehow we got in with an Effiel Tower. After that we went to Mcdonalds and both ordered the same thing, a bucket of mcnuggets. We made our way back to her house, chit chatted for a bit, but then this is when I panicked. I knew from the get go there was no romantical-ness to this date, it was just two fun people doing something fun. Which I was super excited about. I panicked when I got back to her place because it was at the point when I was at her house, drunk, just had an epic night, it’s 2:37am, and I’m thinking to myself, you know what!? We just had a really really good time, why couldn’t this night be romantical?? But then I started thinking, what she must be thinking, I mean she agreed to accompany me as a friendly gesture, so if I start trying to make out with her now, she’s probably going to punch me in the mouth. But then I started thinking AGAIN, I mean, it was 2:37am, she did invite me back to her place, we did just have a great time, maybe she wants to make out with me? All these conflicting thoughts of what’s going on, gave me the panics. Because I then tried to start reading into her actions and words to see what was going on. I mean nothing changed from the beginning of the night to the end of the night, so of course this is still just a friendly get together of two fun people. Which is what my final determination of the situation to be. I do recall, as I was leaving, standing in her doorway, she gave me a long hug, and trying to muster up some words to thank her for the amazing time I had, being unable to look her in the eyes, glaring somewhere near her feet and saying “I’m impressed with everything you do”, she said thanks, and good night, and I about faced and walked away, wishing I could go back in time and say something less awkward. Really!? I’m impressed with everything that you do!? WHO SAYS THAT!? I don’t even know what means!? I’m an idiot. Apparently I thought she would be swooned by me if I complemented her on everything. Not just somethings, but everything. I don’t even know where that came from, it just word vomited out. It was one of those things where your lips move, words come out, and immediately the inner voice in your head is screaming “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”.

What I actually wish would have happened is, I wish that right at that moment as I was standing in her doorway, giving her a long hug goodbye, at that moment, I looked over her shoulder, and looked directly into the camera and said “To the cloud!”. Then I could go to “the cloud” and consult my advisers as to what to say.
To the cloud!

I guarantee you that had I had the ability to pause time and go to the cloud, I would of come up with much better last words for ending the date. Oh well.

In summary I had a great time, I hope she did too. So now to your obvious questions, yes, she knows how to read, and yes, she reads this blog. I know me writing about this is a bit much, but that’s how it is. I write my heart on my sleeve, I word vomit what comes out, and I think she understands that. This doesn’t change a thing between us. Not a thing. I mean all I did was write about a good time I once had. And so what if I stole of clump of her hair and made it into a doll and named it after her. So what, big deal. I’m probably going to actually let her read this first, to see if she approves, and if your reading this right now, that means she does. We’ve text back in forth since, holidays hit, our relationship will remain status quo, as it should. As it should. What’s funny, is she’s actually started a blog about her dating woes as well. She says I inspired her, but that can’t be true. I’ll link it later, I don’t want to embarrass her anymore than she might already be.But if I know her, which I think I do, but I probably don’t, she finds this blog more funny, than embarrassing. Her blog is really good actually, but I find the idea that she has problems dating a little ridiculous. Wow I really should have called this blog “Word Vomit”, because I really went off on some tangents for this one.

Happy 2011!

Questions to you:
At what point do I tell the girls I’m dating that I have a blog? Immediately? Never?

Is this blog a deal breaker?
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Comments
  • DateMeDC January 4, 2011 at 11:01 am

    All I know is I’ve never invited anyone solo back to my apartment after a night of drinking that I didn’t intend to bang. Just sayin’.

  • Man-shopper January 4, 2011 at 4:31 pm

    The blog as a dealbreaker? It shouldn’t be. Then again, I have one myself, so I’m hardly impartial here.

    As for the other question about whether/when to tell the lady about the blog? This really depends on how hot she is. Say, you just met her, she is off-the-charts sweltering. Obviously, don’t tell her. She may be dumb as soup and can’t tell irony from a golf club, in which case you’d only want to mate with her and put her back in her cage; and the blog would mate-block you in a heartbeat. If she’s pretty cute and has a wry twinkle in her eye, you could suss out that the blog would make you even more studly in that twinkly eye of hers, and you could tell her after you lock that shit down. If the girl’s Medusa-gaze turns you to stone, well, there’s nothing that anyone can do for you at that point.

  • Shane January 4, 2011 at 4:50 pm

    “and I don’t need to apologize for only kissing for 15 seconds” haha awesome.
    Are you really going to be in a Blue Angel?! That’s more than bucket-list worthy. That’s like winning the lotto. Congrats!

    • Single Steve January 18, 2011 at 10:08 pm

      Like really really in a Blue Angel!

  • Mary January 4, 2011 at 5:17 pm

    not a deal breaker, its an awesome blog and your very funny… I think it would be a plus! …but I would be honest about from the get go.

  • the white Maria January 5, 2011 at 3:54 am

    The blog isn’t a deal breaker and you should probably tell the lady within a few dates. I wouldn’t just spew out that you have a blog within the first few minutes of a date. I’d probably get to know the person and kind of bring it up.

  • Matt B. January 5, 2011 at 6:14 am

    I think you should ask the girl on a real date. What’s the worst that can happen? She says no. What’s the best that can happen? Marriage, three kids, and a mini-van.

  • LJ Maggie January 5, 2011 at 6:41 am

    I have been asked by friends if I tell guys I am dating about my blog. I used to but maybe because those were only very casual relationships. I also would tell them about my book, which I have since stopped doing b/c it is loosely based on my dating life.
    The guy I am dating now, does not know the name I write under, does not know my blog address, and has never read anything I write. (We have been dating for a little over 3 months and he is a writer as well.)

    Your blog is very funny but I don’t know if I would tell them right way. Wait until you feel more comfortable with them.

  • PLICKETY PLANO January 5, 2011 at 6:37 pm

    “waka waka”! That’s the part of this long-ass blog that finally got a laugh out of me. You should repost and remove the first section that talks about random bad kissers before the holiday date!

    I like that I made it in one of your pictures (again?). More pictures; less words! Keep using your friends pictures in the photoshop extravaganzas! lol… Can I post the pic on my FB wall? N/m, I’m going to do it anyways and totally tag that shit.

    You’re absolutely right that I would tell you to stick your tongue in her mouth. It’s not too late IMO. Your blog post isn’t quite as tasteless as the ones before it =)

    My advice: Update your facebook relationship status to “In a relationship” and tag her on that shit. Do it once a week until she agrees. You should have just done that during your super fun night out with her! WAKA WAKA!

  • Claire January 6, 2011 at 7:13 am

    Not a dealbreaker, and I’d bring it up in conversation – like when you tell them the community ish stuff you do, whenever you feel comfortable. I reckon it’s nice to have a guy around that doesn’t spell “know” like “noe” and can actually type for an hour without reverting to text-speak.

    Any reasonable chick would find blogging interesting IMO. But if you’re only looking for a one off you should say you’re a drummer- drummers are cool.

  • Nikki04 January 6, 2011 at 5:04 pm

    Not a deal breaker. Might make me a lil nervous – because I could end up being the Terrible Kisser Girl (ha ha who am I kidding I would never be that girl… did I mention I’m pretty self confident? But I have evidence to back that up… anyways…). However. Flip side? Terrible Kisser Girl could find out she’s a Terrible Kisser and maybe do something about that.

    In addition, if you said something weird (like how everything I do is impressive) I could find out that you thought it was weird too and therefore it’s no longer weird.

    As for this post? Check on word vomit… but also? Hi-lay.

  • Jess January 6, 2011 at 8:00 pm

    I feel like the premise of this blog was a conversation we had in Scottsdale not too long ago…I STILL say that funny guys get laid. Bejeweled tigers be damned!
    Blog and be proud…it’s who you are…now dance funny man, dance! 😉

  • Keirks January 14, 2011 at 8:41 pm

    Ohhh Single Steve how you make me laugh! This is a tricky one…to tell or not to tell??? I think being honest and open is generally the way to go, but if you like her you’re probably not going to put anything too damaging in your blog anyways, so what could she really have to be upset about?…”I’m impressed with everything you do” it’s a good line, has just enough of the cheesey factor to make it into one of those blockbuster romance movies,ya know the kind that makes us single girls want to slit our wrists,because that kinda thing just doesn’t happen in real life…where was I going with this? I digress…so ya anyways it was a sweet thing to say.

  • Your Hero January 15, 2011 at 5:35 am

    I normally make fun of you, but after reading this I think I actually feel sorry for you. You desperately want to find love(and there is nothing wrong with that), but you can’t be so obsessive about it and let it control your life. If any female ever read this blog(who wasn’t also desperate), they would run for the hills.

    • Single Steve January 18, 2011 at 2:35 am

      Hello Jerk Face! You should feel sorry for me! I have a great job, live in the greatest city on earth, I’m 50 times more popular than you in real life, 2000 times more popular than you on the internet, and I’m literally, living the dream. And I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, but I disagree with your 4th grade analysis of my blog. As it turns out, 1000’s of people read this a day, some of them even girls, some of them even think it’s funny. And I don’t know if you know this little fun fact, but girls actually like funny people. Don’t believe me? Try reading the above comments, or any comments, any where on this blog. You’re the only ass clown that insist on being a Macho Man Randy Savage, and leaves negative comments. As much fun as I enjoy Pwning you in my comment responses to you, I’m just going to insist you stop reading this blog all together. Have a great day! and oh yeah, go fuck yourself!

  • Austin January 19, 2011 at 8:15 pm

    I disagree with ‘Your Hero.’ Your blogs always get shown to my female friends and they are instantly hooked.

    Also, before the pictures loaded on my phone, I was totally expecting something different for the ‘stolen Effiel Tower’ photos. This may have been the only time i was pleasantly disapointed.

  • Your Hero January 20, 2011 at 1:15 am

    You’re not “owning” anybody. If anything, it appears that you are struggling with something witty to say. You then resort to “go fuck yourself” and “I have a great job.” I know what I have posted is true, and obviously the truth hurts. Here is another wake up call, San Diego is far from the “greatest city on earth,” your job isn’t that “great” as engineers are a dime a dozen, the women posting on here probably outweigh you and never fucked anyone who was short, fat, Mexican, and ugly just because of their humor. And since you keep it real mature with “go fuck yourself”, I’ll end with this. If I ever meet you in the real world, you will find out just how popular I am as I am pounding your drunk spic face into your bar of choice.

    • AAA January 20, 2011 at 7:00 pm

      Looks like someone has a little man crush on SingleSteve. Looks like you can’t stop thinking about him because it’s 1:15 am and you have nothing better to do than put throw some words together (from your 4th grade education) and make them look like sentences. Or maybe you’re jealous, that’s the obvious choice. As a Tucson resident that’s traveled the world, San Diego is my favorite city on Earth. As an engineer, we’re not a dime a dozen, we’re highly demanded, and the best part is we can make fun of little shits like you with words like “go fuck yourself.” So go back to collecting your unemployment check that we’re paying for and go fuck a goat. You’re a hater that uses empty threats to compensate for your sad life and small penis.

  • Your Hero January 22, 2011 at 6:53 pm

    AAA- I’m not sure what’s up with the clock on here, but I wasn’t posting at 1:00 AM. I can also assure you that I have no man crush of this turd and not collecting unemployment. It’s funny that you bring up “umemployment” though. Did you bring up “unemployment” because there are more out of work engineers per available job than any other field? Nothing like calling the kettle black. You are probably an illegal immigrant pretending to be an engineer considering you are from Arizona and support this joker. I can also assure you that you wouldn’t make fun of me to my face.

  • Neurotic Workaholic January 26, 2011 at 5:38 pm

    I wouldn’t say your blog was a deal breaker, especially because it’s so hilarious. The only thing is, though, if you reveal a lot of personal things about the girls you’re dating (and you didn’t do that here, so it’s fine). Then your dates might have a problem. But girls really do like funny guys, because then the dates are more likely to be fun. I once went out with a guy who had no sense of humor, so that we ended up talking about weather for half of the date, and sports (his favorite topic) for the second half. And I hate sports.

  • Zoë February 7, 2011 at 5:34 pm

    Say what you will, but *I* look across a bar and if a guy’s joking and has a big smile, I am way more into him than anyone else.
    Also, I kind of wish you and I could set up a non-date date because I have the feeling we’d be a tornado of FUN.

  • Zoë February 7, 2011 at 6:13 pm

    I’m actually so grossed out by your kissing story that I’m going to feature it in my new post on Thursday.

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  • Alli July 29, 2014 at 9:55 pm

    3 years later! Blogs aren’t deal-breakers unless they are shitty blogs without a focus. You can tell the ladies about this one, and if it bugs them, they probably aren’t really worth the effort. Just promise when you inevitably write about them to use a hot synonym.

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