Proud Neo-liberal Beyoncé Feminist! 

So, bumble (the dating app) spoke out about a woman being verbally abused by a male user, and I’m getting all sorts of feisty over it:

HelloGiggles covers the story pretty well if you want to read what bumble had to say in response to the screenshot above.

If you’ve ever been on Tinder or Bumble, you’ve probably encountered a Connor-type. He’s a classic “I have too much to offer you, so tread lightly” type. My most recent encounter with one of those was when I matched with Legarrette Blount  last summer, and he told me I should consider myself “lucky”, because he’s picky. – 😳 ahem…excuse me?! Who the fuck are you!? (I had to google him to figure out who the hell he was) And I’m still NOT impressed, but his name sure as hell stuck with me!

I digress, it’s crazy that this Connor guy’s prestigious degree didn’t instill any sense of decency or humbleness in him. What a great way to impress the world with a fancy degree, Connor. We thank you for even allowing the rest of us to coexist with your ego. *barf*

This guys is a massive jerk, and I hope he finds exactly what he’s looking for in a counterpart… A giant bag of dicks.

Oh, and to all the haters of state schools… We got the same education, but I paid for mine myself.  *flips hair*  #ProudASUalum

The Guy With The Shed

For those of you who are new followers, this is Jane, and I was a serial dater all summer. In part, for a project, but also because it was entertaining trying on different personalities for a bunch of men I will never see again.

On a night that Joan and I went dancing, we met a couple of guys that clung to us like you would not believe. They were nice, so it wasn’t that bad at first, but we eventually had to shake them. I was a little too drunk to lie when one asked for my number, so I apparently gave it to him. Over the next couple of weeks, he kept trying to get me to go on a date with him.

I should add that through some questionable connections, I have a lot of investigative “resources” that I utilize often when men try to date me or date my girlfriends. So, Joan(roommate) and I decided to get some info on this guy to see if he was as decent as he lead on.

It’s not hard to get a read off of someone just after you’ve seen their social media. He read like a douchey player. I politely declined his first few attempts to go on a date. After he wasn’t accepting my efforts to brush him off,  Joan and I decided to mess with him. We googled his home address (google maps is a really creepy thing) and saw his home and what looked like a creepy, rusting shed.  So, then this happened:

 (I renamed him ‘Snorin’, because he was boring and it rhymed with his name)

After that exchange, Snorin was freaked out. He kept asking me how I found his address, and said “I won’t take you on a date unless you tell me how you found my address. Seriously.” I replied “I completely understand. Take care. Xx”, and I never heard from Snorin again.

The photo above was from when the conversation took place. I no longer have his number in my phone, and we have no friends in common but for some reason Facebook thinks basicandbipolar’s account knows him. Well, you caught me Facebook. I creeped the fuck out of that fuckyboy once. Poor Snorin’.

Well, guys…it’s no wonder why I’m single. But to be honest, I have yet to meet my match. When I do, I probably won’t be a complete jackass. *fingers crossed*

To be continued,

B&B

“Wait for something more organic…”

First of all, who the fuck actually does that!?

And second: am I the only one who finds it incredibly condescending when someone says “you’ll meet him/her when the timing is right. It just has to happen organically.”???  -I like the idea of not having to put forth effort, but nothing actually happens organically. I’d love to say I’m not pushy, but I am. I’m always making moves to get things accomplished. Nothing great in my life has ever happened organically. I had to put in a sufficient amount of effort to make ANYTHING work.

I’m 25, and have been dating for a decade. Yes, there are women out there who have been dating in their adulthood a lot longer than I, but I’m exhausted.

My type has gone from so narrow and picky that it was comedic, to “must be a decent human being, with whom I can have great conversations and moments with.” -I obviously want to be attracted to them, but I tend to find intellect and a mutual connection more attractive with my aging. He doesn’t have to be freakishly tall, foreign, funny, bilingual,  5+ years older, dark, and handsome. <I told you it was comedic>

He can be a normal human being, because I am a normal human being. I mean, I think I’m a catch, but I’m not Giselle Bündchen.

So, how the F**K do I go about “bumping into” this normal and sophisticated gent in an organic fashion? ….Do I hover over Tolstoy at the old bookstore, with hopes that I’ll have a meetcute with some cutie who ALSO is obsessed with early 19th century literature? -Come on, guys… that’s not actually a thing.  Meeting people organically is total bullshit. So, until then… the cutie in the produce section will have to do.

To Be Continued,

IncrediblySingle&SlightlyAnnoyed

B&B

 

Tinder Tale II

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As discussed in part I of my Tinder Tale installments, I collected tinder date stories throughout the summer. During which, Joan and I had been particularly obsessed with going on a double Tinder date, because after a few dates on Tinder… it was apparent to us that the men in our area didn’t really take to tinder for anything serious, so we decided we’d get some good laughs, food, and drinks out of it. I mean, why not… we’re two hot twenty-somethings; we might as well make the best out of this hook-up app.

“The Worst Double-Date We’ve Ever Been On”

We had had several unsuccessful attempts to have a double tinder date. It was something that was constantly in the backs of our minds while setting up dates with contenders. After probably two months of unsuccessful attempts, we matched with “guy whose name I forgot” and Ari.

GWNIF (guy whose name I forgot) was there for me, and of course the gorgeous and well-built Ari was there for Joan. GWNIF was chosen as a desperate attempt at a double-date. Joan and I really wanted to go out for wine and cheese, so I booked a date with the first contender that was available that night.

Ari arrived to our favorite wine bar before we did, and was already eagerly getting us a table. When we walked in, he was gorgeous and smiley as he hugged both of us. Though he was there for just Joan, he was ridiculously social and sweet to me as well. *Fellas, when you date a woman, you ARE also dating her best friend. Play nice, because best friends can make or break your intentions to date. – I was totally team Ari– I even whispered to Joan that I didn’t care if GWNIF didn’t show up, because I was already having a nice time. Wishful thinking got me nowhere, because that awkward turtle showed up 5 minutes later.

He was nice and polite (at first), but a really snobby sommelier. He was the most annoying of the annoying wine snobs; he sat there sniffing the wines, and testing our waitress on the different dry reds she could provide our table. –I’m all about knowing your wines, but as soon as the customer starts testing the staff, I’m probably going to accidentally spill my wine on his/her lap for being an asshat at my favorite wine bar.

He asked me about my job a lot, as he found what I did incredibly interesting, and he kept saying “I really should go back to school. I can’t do a lot without a degree.” –he said this at least three times, so I finally said “What would you go for then?” And here’s the kicker: he said “I want to run my own wine bar. I’d like to learn more about running a business, and pick-up some managerial skills.” To which I said “not testing the staff like they’re at gunpoint while you’re on a date is probably a really great place to start as far as interpersonal skills go.” -Yes, I did say this… I’m rude, guys.

Ari was being delightful and involving me in his conversations with Joan, because it was obvious to everyone at our table (other than GWNIF) that I was not interested in snobby snobberson. So, my energy was spent attempting to make small-talk with GWNIF, while also socializing with Joan and her pretty manfriend. *I’d also like to add that men also tend to use their best photos for this app (women aren’t the only ones who do this). GWNIF was one of those guys.

GWNIF and I didn’t talk about anything interesting in the slightest. I don’t like talking about work in late night social environments, because of the nature of my job, I feel it’s not respectful to discuss it over drinks. So, that topic wasn’t going to work. I kept trying to talk about hobbies (I’m basically a collector of small-time hobbies), and he had none. Who the F**k hasn’t a single hobby!? I mean, nothing. He didn’t collect anything, he didn’t have any special skills (outside of wine quizzing), and he had NO major life interests, and owned zero pets. I had absolutely nothing to talk to this guy about. Staying awake around him was a total chore. He just kept talking about wanting to become more cultured. -And hopefully find a hobby or two.

After our third or fourth bottle of wine at the table, we all decided to call it a night. Completely out-of-tune with me, Joan invited the entire table back to our place for some more drinks and a movie. The situation got away from me, and the next thing I noticed was Joan giving GWNIF directions to our home and telling him “you know what, why don’t you just follow us back!” -Great. Thanks, Joan. Now I have to hang out with this snoozefest even longer. As we walked back to our car, I whispered “what on earth were you thinking? That guy was the fucking worst. Seriously.” Giggling, she responded “yeah, I know. I thought it’d be funny to see how you’d get out of it.” -Gee thanks, yah fuck!

I eagerly took control of this situation, and texted him that I was tired and heading to bed. He understood, and said that he could tell that I seemed “sleepy”. -uhh yeah, because you were boring me to tears, homie.

After a failed attempt at sexy texting me a few days later, I never heard from GWNIF again. I was actually shocked by his attempt at sexy texting. Not only was he boring, but apparently is also horrible at picking up social cues. No thank you, sir. He was rude and a complete snoozefest. He was unmatched and deleted right away.

Needless to say, Joan and I have vowed to never double-date again unless we’re in solid relationships. I know I definitely  have no desire to go on a double-date, ever again.

Have any of you had any good experiences with double-dating? …Maybe I’m just doing it wrong (I probably am).

To Be Continued,

B&B

Tinder Tale I

tinderTinder Tales I

At this point, I know very few people who haven’t tried tinder. They’ve either tried it just for laughs, or to actually meet people. I know a very small portion who have actually pursued relationships with tinder matches, and I’m happy to say they’re all doing really well.

I won’t lie, I felt a little weird trying it. I knew it was basically a hook-up app, and I had no idea if that was what I was even looking for. I just knew I wanted to meet new people and have fun. It was the summer before I was turning 25, and I decided it was time for me to have a scandalous summer. I’m too big of a control freak to ever commit to anything scandalous, so it was time for me to let go a little, and try something new. However, as a writer and scientist, I obsessively journal any and every new life venture so I can (much) later look at my experience (semi) objectively. Lucky for all of you beautiful creatures, you get to relive my experience with me.

So, here’s my first Tinder Tale:

“When Joan&Jane Were Sailors”

Before I start the story, I should add that Joan is my roommate’s nickname/drunk alterego. No one pronounces her name correctly and  we decided on Joan, because it sounds sort of “badass office lady”. Also, Joan and I work together in addition to our being roommates. For most, it would be too much time with one person, but we’re basically two different sides of the same coin; we make a great team at work and outside of work… it works for us, and has for years.

So, one night after a really shitty day at work, we decided to get the pool floaties out and drink a bottle of rum in our pool. After getting a little sauced, we decided to go out for some cocktails -because we ran out of rum.

I met up with the Dodger that I slept with once (who I met through tinder, but that’s a story for another day), and Joan met up with a previous Tinder Tackle turned long-term friend who had flown in for the night.

I got annoyed with the Dodger, because he was nothing short of one of the flakiest guys I had ever hung out with and was being wishy washy about where he wanted to go (as far as which bar) -total shocker..an athlete with a short attention-span. So, I decided to pretend to ignore him. Drunk or sober, I’m not great at ignoring or even pretending to ignore people. So, my attempt at pretending was, I’m sure, laughable at best. I just rolled my eyes at him and didn’t follow him to his stupid VIP section. I think all I said was “Nah. I might go home. See yah.”, and then I took my pouty attitude to the other side of the bar. Joan, her friend, and I decided to stay at this same bar because after my attempt at passive aggressiveness, I was stuck in this rapid cycle of “take a shot, dance for 10 minutes, take a lap to make sure he’s having a miserable time (I’m a little batty…drunk or sober *I embrace it), and repeat! We did that for about an hour, and my friends were ready to strangle me.

Eventually, Joan and her friend got bored of the workout my crazy was giving them, and we decided to head to a few other bars. I eventually got them to go back to the original bar, claiming that the music was better. Joan’s friend got refused at the door because they thought he was too drunk…. I have no idea why I didn’t set off any alarms, but I still got in so I didn’t care -I didn’t see Joan after that until we left for work the next morning.

So, I’m at the first bar and I went straight to my dodger(because I obviously knew his exact location) and told him to take me home because my sandal broke and I was tired. He complied, and gave me a piggy back ride to our uber, while holding my sandal because I was too busy being devastated over my broken shoe to hold it myself. On our way home to his flat, I flirted with the cutest Dominican uber driver… in front of my dodger (who just laughed the whole time, while still holding my shoe). When we got back to his place, at 5’2” tall (1.5 meters), I attempted to give this 6’2” (1.9 meters) solid muscly athlete a piggy back ride into the house. We fall at least three times, but I got him through that threshold!! After that, I had decided that I’m basically the hulk.

What happened between the attempts to carry him into the house and my having to pee shortly after is still a little blurry, and was probably full of “I could probably arm wrestle you and win!”(I’m embarrassing, guys). But regardless of what ridiculous shit happened between those two moments, I had to pee. I eventually got to his bathroom  and this was one of those bathrooms that conjoins two bedrooms. So, I was wearing a romper (with no-bra), and I was paranoid that taking my romper off to pee would intuitively lure someone into walking into the bathroom to see me…basically naked, just to pee. Well, I ended up locking both doors.

I somehow managed to keep the door to the baseball player’s bedroom locked even after having opened it to exit the bathroom…Leaving both doors to this bathroom locked, preventing anyone from being able to use the rest room for the entirety of the evening. So, at 4:30 am there was my sexy (mostly) naked athlete taking the bathroom door off it’s hinges. While doing this, he was mumbling that it was probably “that stupid tart my friend brought home”, so I agreed and even threw in a “she sounds like a mess!”. I did nothing to help this situation. I took a few photos of him struggling, snapped them to Joan, giggled a bit, then passed the fuck out -because I’m obviously that sort of “fun time” that you take home, locks you out of your bathroom, giggles while you’re struggling, then passes out… and I was probably drooling all over the place. I’m a gem, guys..I really am. Tinder should probably use this story as a testimonial on their site.

The next morning when I woke up for work, my Dodger and I were both still drunk. Still wearing the REALLY short romper I was in the night before, I stole a t-shirt from the Dodger, threw it over my clothes to give myself a little more length in the material department and made my way home. How I managed to get a ride home is still beyond me. Luckily, I made it home with enough time to brush my teeth, and throw my hair up.

After getting home, I found what the night had left of Joan… She was not only still drunk, but had lost her underwear at some point. Apparently she and her friend both woke up with random cuts and bruises and were 80% sure that they beat the shit out of each other during what we assume was really intense foreplay or a back alley fight club. Joan threw up in the bathroom at work twice, and I walked around looking like someone ran me over…twice.

Joan and I had a pretty successful night. We decided being sailors was probably for us, and that we should probably find a boat and take our show to the sea.

*I had talked to the Dodger  for somewhere around a week. He was also not actually a dodger. Just an athlete (team unknown). He was gorgeous, and lovely but we didn’t have a lot in common outside of us both liking his statuesque body. Joan is still really good friend’s with her Tinder Tackle turned bestie.

Do I have any ex or current Tinder users out there in my following!? Or any other site for that matter? I know Tinder doesn’t have the best reputation, and to be honest, I never took tinder seriously. I basically used it to try out different personalities for fun. My next Tinder Tale will be about how one of my best friends and I posed as a lesbian couple looking for a “third”, just for a good laugh (I’m an asshole)…and for the free drinks. 😉

To Be Continued,

B&B