Do you ever watch those absolutely ridiculous Dos Equis commercials with with the worlds most interesting man? I feel like Will would be considered to fit that group in 50 years.

Another girl on out troupe was very good friends with the long, curly-haired, charismatic. I could see there was an obvious sexual tension between them and asked if she would ever act on it.

Of course she said no because to date a Will would be totally impractical. However I see it the other way. To me he is not the man you settle down with, he's the lover who might turn into a five-year partner. But after that and having the time of your life together, he gets distracted and runs to the other end of the world.

I told her to go for it. That's the sort of relationships that people write movies about, not the stable relationships. But, sigh, she didn't bite. I don't Blane her though in probably all talk when it comes to that.


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Honestly the only reason I continued talking to Andrew when I met him on ski trip was because he said he lived in Pilsen and I was super intrigued by that.

However he couldn't even give me a clear restaurant recommendation for his hood, so I couldn't forsee talking to him any longer than 10 minutes. Though he was entertaining I quickly realized he moved to Pilsen to invest in an up and coming area, not because he liked the flavor of the hood.

I don't understand why people do that. You should live where you are happy, but I'm very naive in that vein. Regardless, he was another "eh."


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Before I met Cory on a ski trip to Park City, my friend Katie warned me that we might not get along. It probably was a good call on her part to set my expectations. 

"Cory can be a bit out there and you are the type to call him out on it," she said on the flight out there.

With the bar set so low, I expected a crazy, obnoxious guy with some.endearing qualities that would take longer than a weekend to find.

Thanks to Katie lowering my expectations, it turned out he was awesome. His sense of humor had me rolling, but apparently he was on his best behavior for the weekend. Isn't it nice how his friends talk him up? Hehehehe.

Physically he is very attractive.  The boy is well built and on the slender side. Not to mention he's a towering 6'3". He has strawberry blonde hair that he admits will definitely thin over the years, and great blue eyes.

We ended up hanging out a lot that weekend, and he is extremely easy to talk to. We discussed tons of stuff from designer jeans to the type of girl he's attracted to. Thus is where I fell short, literally. :-)

He freely admit he likes them tall, 5'8" or above.

No worried though. He's going to be a good friend, hopefully. Besides he lives in San Francisco with all of the other interesting men are.

This weekend I went out again with friends and it a new guy, Dave, came out with us. He was around 5'9" a sweet boyish face and very nice. He came in and was joining the vibrant discussion and then he was asked about his girlfriend.

Then he began describing why they broke up and I realized Dave was the guy that so many girls throw away. He is the sweet, funny and loyal boyfriend that knows who he is and what he wants to get out of life. He described that they are happy but his girlfriend feels too dependent on him and is trying to figure out who she is right now. I totally get it. But I came to another realization.

She is me and my other girlfriends who meet the Daves of the world too soon or before we realize what dicks boys of the world can be. And I felt awful for Dave because he was hurting.

I can count five other girl friends of mine describing the scenario with their long term boyfriends. Thankfully most of them were smart enough to wake up and get back together with the boys who made them happy, and many of them are on their way to getting married.

Why do we do that to ourselves? Oh well. Dave is completely off the market even though he is offiially on the market. Poor kid.

Poor everyone stuck in these situations. :-)

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The night in Brooklyn was busy because I was introduced to Kieran, a sound engineer for blind people. Seriously that's how he described his job with a huge smile on his face.

Unfortunately I didn't have much more time to hear what else he did with his job because he soon went on stage to sing back up to the band.

He was sweet with brown hair, brown eyes and a great ability to sing harmonies with the group. But he just wasn't for me.  Which is more than fine, but still makes the list!

The first time I met Charlie was three years ago at an epic 4th of July party in Connecticut. He is friends of friends and his calm to fame was bringing over a game that combined ski poles, Frisbees and beer. I knew back then he was a character.

I was re-intoduced to him tonight at a show in Brooklyn. I was walking with my girlfriend Corey to watch her bf's show and we ran I to him on the street. She convinced him to join us later at the show.

He was extremely entertaining. To give you a picture, he is super tall and lanky with brown hair and a beard.

He is a freelance web designer and has seen some odd stuff in his day. For instance he once designed a website tailored to sell "coffins" for fish, bats and other small pets. Hehehe.

How ridiculous is that?

His descriptions cracked me up in between sets.

He also can make incredibly realistic sounding cricket noises. Like I said, quirky.   :-)

A couple of weeks ago I went out with my friend Ursula and she brought along her younger brother James.  He was not for me because I've done the hook up with the younger bro before and it is never worth it, no matter how drunk you are.

And that was probably the worst way to do it: a drunken hook up that awkwardly ends. And if the girl is a close friend, which she is, you can just imagine how much I'm dreading to run back into him again.

So I hope I convinced you never to do anything with a friend's sibling. :-)

Also, this is why, James vetoed from the beginning, no matter what.

But they still count in the tally.

But he was adorably sweet.