- 29th February
- 14th February
- 30th October
- 15th October
All things considered, including a man absolutely hating on his date for the evening, when it comes to the departure, a gentleman (or a boy with half a brain) first makes sure his date gets into her cab before he bounces into his respective subway, at the very least.
My personal rule of thumb is that the man actually get into the cab with his date, drop her off, and then head home. OR pay for his date’s cab home. OR walk his date home if the location is convenient. But at the very least… put her into the cab first before you head home!
Do NOT hug her awkwardly outside of your subway station and bid her addieu before she’s even had a chance to flag down a car. Men of New York, this is rude behavior, and I honestly wonder what your mother would say if she knew you treated women this way.
It doesn’t really matter if there is no chemistry. If you lived in any other city or town in America, you would have probably picked her up with your car and drove her home after. Just because you have a MetroCard in your pocket doesn’t mean that chivalry goes out the window.
- 5th October
I’ll be hosting Dinner with Strangers tomorrow night at Ethos Gallery 51. If you’d like to join us, make sure to be at Ethos (First Ave & E. 51st St) at 7pm. Make sure to ask the hostess to direct you to Maria’s table.
Can’t make it this week? We’ll be hosting Dinner with Strangers every first Thursday of the month. Same place. Same time. :-)
- 28th September
- 12th June
They say New York City women are neurotic. Maybe they are. But NYC men tend to be douchebags and frankly, New York women have become exhausted.
In NYC, women have been conditioned to expect an anxious filled courtship and the high possibility of flakiness. Not to say that NYC women are not flaky, but gee… do the men here take the medal. One could experience the most perfect date, where he too would agree that it was a great time, but then, to our surprise and ironically expectations, there is no follow up.
Following up and being considerate is proper, normal behavior. Complete disregard to people’s feelings (and schedules… *ahem* Mr.Last.Minute.Cancelation) is not.
With a 4 to 1 female to male ratio of heterosexual singles, the behavior of NYC men seems to illustrate an optimum bachelor lifestyle. “So what if she doesn’t like it? There’s always another beyond the bend.”
This sort of dating lifestyle experience has created a wall of defensiveness. Women have become damaged goods.
And yet, one can hope, that somehow, a successful relationship one day will spawn despite this obstacle.Pft…
- 25th May
It’s finally that week NYC women have been waiting for, where the ratio of men to women is in our favor: FLEET WEEK.
- 19th May
Is the rapture getting in the way of renting out your awesome, rent controlled, preferably doorman apartment in Manhattan below 96th street?
Look no further! Let me take over that lease.
I make an awesome tenant.
Sidenote: My entire building is being evicted. Not sure how legal that is (probably not) but none the less, moving out may be a preferred option than hiring a lawyer and going to court. That being said- heads up! Maria is looking for a new place of residency.
Have leads? Send them my way. Looking for an August/September move in. Manhattan only (with preference to UWS and West Village.)
- 11th May
Dear Dating Bloggers,
It’s come to my attention that you all describe yourselves as “Carrie Bradshaw”. This makes me want to punch you.
Unless you have a history of passive aggressive intimacy with men who constantly dick you over and an unhealthy obsession with shoes, you are not Carrie Bradshaw.
You are just a dating blogger in NYC.
If you actually get paid for your posts that circumvent around the relationship and dating world, this post probably does not concern you. You probably scoff as much as I do when you hear this sort of description. If you did not scoff, and still consider yourself to be just like Carrie Bradshaw, you are either Candace Bushnell or kidding yourself.
Carrie Bradshaw was a fictional character that was able to live in a aclove studio apartment in the Upper East Side. You probably live in Brooklyn with 2 other roommates. You also cannot afford an $80,000 closet worth of shoes.
Why on Earth would you want to strive to be that character anyway? I love that it’s said with such pride, like it’s some badge of honor. It’s not. At all.
I’m glad we’ve cleared this up because if one more person describes themselves to me that they are CB, I will stab them in the eye.