SingleInPhillyGrrl takes on the latest in matrimonial bliss: the long-distance marriage…
I harbor a love of really cheesy, really terrible reality TV. The Real Housewives franchise? I don’t miss an episode. Top Chef? Words can’t express my excitement about three Philadelphia chefs competing in the upcoming season in Las Vegas. I’m completely obsessed with the lives and drama that surround the seven friends on Bravo’s latest brain-candy, Miami Social. But even the sunny lives of the beautiful Miami folk are trumped by my new favorite, Giuliana & Bill.
Guest contributor SingleInPhillyGrrl isn’t afraid of anything. Except for going to bars alone…
So, PG readers, I will be utilizing posts from my Singles Guide at Examiner.com. Deal with it.
And PG readers get the benefit of knowing how I REALLY feel about certain dating topics. Going to a bar alone. Here we go…
As a preface–I hate going out in public alone. Even if it’s waiting for friends at happy hour or dinner, staring a menu as the minutes click on by…I hate it. This is probably why I bought myself an iPhone and now look like a total fool while playing the iBowl game when waiting for friends…but I digress. Point is, I hate being alone.
Which is why, wonder of wonders, tonight I felt the need to go to my hotel bar alone. For a drink. Post-dinner with a group of 20. Continue reading
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Tagged alone, bars, Carrie Bradshaw, Dating, love, Philadelphia Examiner, relationships, romance, Sex and the City, SingleInPhillyGrrl, Singles Guide
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that as more people visited this site, the number of um, *coughs, solicitations got increased (both in number and weirdness). But hey, meeting people is the one of few benefits of the fringe blogger. (Seriously, y’all. Let’s just be friends.) Now, I’m not going to tell you how to date a blogger. That would be too simple. But I will tell give examples of how not to date a blogger.
1) First off all, please don’t start your email or include in your email the words “Philly” and “boy” in some sort of near proximity. “Philly” and “girl” is cute. Or nauseating. Depends how you’re looking at it. But “Philly” and “boy/man/guy” is always a terrible combination. Corny. Lame. Trite. Etc, etc, etc. No girl wants to date a Philly boy. Period. Continue reading
That’s right, folks. Please join me in welcoming our latest guest contributor, SingleInPhillyGrrl! She writes:
Hi. I’m SingleInPhillyGrrl. If there are two things I know well, it’s the single life and the City of Brotherly Love. I’ve seen the best, the worst, and the ugliest that our fair city has to offer its inhabitants when it comes to the dating life, and am ready to dish. I will tell you the best Philadelphia dates, the types of guys/girls NOT to be, and guide you every step of the thorny, complicated dating path.
Dating is the sport. And I’m your John Madden.
Let’s get started, shall we?
Boys, don’t be this guy. Girls, don’t be this gal.
Talk to you soon, Philadelphia.