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Dating Advice from New York Post
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MEET MARKET
Robbie, a 28-year-old marketing manager, is a nostalgic gent who relies on his wit and a dance move called "the fish out of water" to woo women.Judith, 31physician Describe yourself: I'm a professional but may not act like one on the weekends. I like an evening full of activities (a drink, dinner at a new restaurant, and then meeting friends at a house party). I enjoy checking out indie films, exploring new neighborhoods, yoga and reading fiction. I love to travel.Guy type: Educated, liberal, open-minded, and quirky with a bit of an edge.Worst date: Over dinner, my date revealed that he had an infection causing chronic diarrhea and was planning on having a fecal transplant. Weird.Guilty pleasure: Candy. I have a thing for Australian licorice.Candace, 26client services/ad operations Describe yourself: I'm a nice, sweet Midwestern gal who can most likely drink you under the table. I'm shy until you get to know me, smart, attractive, funny and fiercely loyal.Guy type: I like outgoing, charming, slightly cocky athletic types. He should be smart, funny and educated. Points if he likes Modest Mouse, Built to Spill or Jay-Z.Good times: Anything outdoorsy, like a day in the park, a baseball game or kayaking. Also, museums and movies.Best asset: I'm classy and smart. People say I have a body like Beyoncé - very bootylicious!Shocker: I have a foul mouth.Traci, 35public relations Describe yourself: I'm a fun, caring and easygoing person with a bit of sarcastic wit who's always on the go.Guy type: I'm looking for someone secure and handsome; someone who doesn't play games; someone funny who likes the good things in life, but isn't pretentious .Ideal date: Either a baseball game or a concert. Somewhere you can talk but don't feel pressured to find something to say.Worst date: We went to a baseball game, and he asked what food I wanted. I said two hot dogs and a beer. He said my eyes were bigger than my stomach, and I could only get one hotdog with no ketchup because he "didn't do ketchup."Deal breakers: Wives and girlfriends. |
TOP 5 MOST SUGGESTIVE BEER NAMES
According to brew guzzlers at Cafe Fanelli in SoHo"Lager? I hardly knew her!" - Scott"Dos Equis XX. It's close to being triple X." - Kat"Heineken. I like heinies." - Juan"Magic Hat No. 9. It sounds like funny British slang for a condom." - Abby"Hoegarden. A group of friends and I used to refer to it as 'Amy's beer.' It reminded us of her - let's just call it her 'beauty.' " - Chandler |
BACK TO CHICAGO WITH AN OLD SONG IN MY HEAD
MY ex-husband was a musician. And I finally had the courage recently to play one of his songs for Super Preppy.SP was kind and patient, loving and thoughtful, squeezing my hand as he always does.The song is called "Forever.""You expect to spend your whole life waiting for something," it begins. "And then you find it the first time you step outside. You feel happy, you feel lucky, you feel cheated. You feel hopelessly naive, and you hope you haven't lied."My ex and I met when I was 20 and he was 19. I remember being drunk on hopefulness and the idea that no matter what we did, no matter where we went, everything was hilarious and brilliant and new. We went on daily adventures and saw the most incredible music. Neko Case and Andrew Bird sang at our wedding party, for goodness' sake."Now you know it's going to take," the song goes, "some horrible mistake, to ever make this love go away."There's something exhilarating and empowering - almost thrilling, really - about totally giving up the life you've created. Just giving it away.In 2005 when I left Chicago, I packed up everything I owned that could fit in one car and drove away."Oh, I know that I could survive my heart being broken," the lyrics continue, "but I'm not sure I could stand to lose my best friend."This weekend, I'm returning to Chicago for the first time since I left. Not to see friends - or to see my ex - but rather to confront what remains.It's time.I've finally gotten my own apartment in Manhattan. I've finally changed my cellphone to a 917 number. And I'm finally getting the remaining boxes out of storage - so I can move on."Are you excited?" SP asks me as I prepare for the trip."Yes," I say, nervously adding, "I can do this."And then - that's when I tell him about one final song.My ex wrote it after I explained to him how I took comfort in a story that my friend Maggie told me."Right before I got divorced, I was getting a major operation," she confided, "and to get through it, my therapist told me to say, 'I can do this.' So I did, and I didn't cry - not even once.""I can do this," the last song my ex wrote for me begins, lilting upward. "There is nothing to this, I cannot find in myself. When strength has deserted, hope seems unreal, take heart, in knowing, that strength is filling a heart far from yours but filled by yours."I am so terrified once again.Not of returning to Chicago.But of realizing I've opened my heart to care about someone on a level so deep once again.But I know more than I've ever known in my entire life.I can do this. mstadtmiller@nypost.com |
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