In Saturday’s Wall Street Journal, Kay S. Hymowitz argues that too many men in their 20s are living in a new kind of extended adolescence. We agree.
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A guy that I’ve gone on dates with before invited me to meet him in his neighborhood. I was hoping to have an enjoyable evening, though he did tell me en route to meet him that he had been drinking all afternoon with friends.
I made the trek, giving him the benefit of the doubt and keeping in mind some valuables I wanted to collect from his apartment. It’s a long weekend, so I thought, why not? What do I have to lose? It might be a good time.
I arrived at my destination to find a red-faced, fairly intoxicated man. I tried to laugh it off as we stopped at his apartment in transit on the way to dinner. We decided to take a breather and relax on the couch, and before I knew it were engaged in a pre-dinner make-out session. ‘Maybe this will end up better than I thought!’ I mused to myself. I excused myself to go to the ladies room and returned five minutes later to find him passed out COLD on the couch. Snoring.
I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but figured my night did not have to be ruined. With *somewhat* mixed emotions, I grabbed my belongings and swiftly departed. In the end it felt like Mission Accomplished. We’ll see what he has to say when he wakes from his slumber.
This is my nightmare. Xo SFAR
We are big fan’s of Huffington Post’s stock photos collections. Our recent fave? “Women vs. Technology”, a series of stock photos of couples where the man is distracted by technology and the woman is distraught, frenzied or in dopey adoration. So basically, an accurate depiction of life. It’s an awesome montage. We hope you enjoy.
Huffpost Slideshow: Click Here
Scene: Girl moves to NYC for her first big job after college and struggles to adjust to the ‘conditions’ of the NY subway during rush hour….
The bumping, nudging, pushing and general man-handling that occurs ubiquitously on the NY subway is a shock to the system, and as a new resident of NYC, Girl is hardly used to the daily fondling (nor will she ever be) of rush hour subway travel.
During one of many uncomfortably tight rush-hour subway rides, you know, one of those days where you wish you didn’t need a purse…or your right arm to get through the day. Somewhere around 66th on the 1 train, Girl feels someone move DIRECTLY behind her…the kind of proximity and positioning you can drunkenly tolerate at a bar or on a dance floor with a prospective male, but never on the subway.
The subway departs, and for the next 40 blocks she cringes as ‘something’ bumps into her butt with every jolt of the train car. Girl, tightens her body to hold still and minimize any additional, unwanted friction.
The subway finally arrives at Girl’s stop, and with one quick side step she’s free…but…before leaving this moment behind forever, she peeks over her shoulder to issue a stern glare at the pervy perpetrator. To her surprise: the man, the violator, was a little person….and the ‘bumping’ she felt against her butt was not caused by an aroused groin …it was a FACE…unhesitatingly planting itself into her derriere.
Forever traumatized and SFAR.
Yours,
The Graduate
