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Red-lipped and wearing heels, I went to Ballroom Romance, a private event, hosted by the dating club Social Concierge.
The singles mixed at The Jane Hotel, 113 Jane Street in the West Village, and Social Concierge bills itself as being pretty picky with its “eligible members” who gather every two weeks to “Drink, Network, Flirt.” “Social Concierge parties attract the City’s most eligible 20/30 something singles,” the website reads. arrival not only made me miss out on the booze, but it might have slashed my chances of getting a phone number.
One look at the Tumblr blog Tinder Guys with Tigers, a site "documenting the absurdly large number of dudes who have taken a picture with a tiger and are attempting to use said picture to woo women on the Internet," shows that some singles don't mind getting perilously close to a wild animal to capture just the right tender shot.
Some Tinder users "estimate they encounter tigers in one out of every 10 profiles they view," The Wall Street Journal said.
On a first date I once had, the guy compared dating apps to slot machines; the human element is removed, and there is no real indicator of chemistry. We never had a second date, but the analogy was on-the-nose. By the time I arrived, everyone seemed either paired off or already sitting with a co-ed group and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the interloper. I was fully expecting stereotypical hunting behavior, and I wasn't feeling up for confrontation. “If you don’t belong here, then neither do I,” Kaitlyn, a fellow first-timer, replied with a smile.
Earlier today, the Internet was a-tizzy at the prospect of Bill Murray, 65, and Jenny Lewis, 39, dating, after Page Six used such phrases as "special friend" and "current younger love interest" to describe the Rilo Kiley leader's relationship with Murray.
They cited her late-night presence at his Rock the Kasbah blowout and her Instagram of them onstage together there, as well as a few other pretty tenuous connections, as proof.
” feelings that typically wash over one as the post-breakup months roll by.
Despite my fearless reputation among friends, I was nervous as hell.