tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18883697245461908152011-12-01T17:34:44.381-08:00Here you will find an assortment of dating stories. Some good, some bad, mostly hilarious. Enjoy!JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-3353836099711914552011-12-01T17:29:00.000-08:002011-12-01T17:34:44.404-08:00

After two years of dating a dude that turned out to be a dud, it was time to hit the single scene once again. Oaktown and I met at a Captain and Moustaches birthday pubcrawl. Four bars and a rousing rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody later, we’re in front of The Mint making out like teenagers. Oaktown hails from the city of Oakland, is a self-proclaimed chef extraordinaire, close to his fam, funny

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-22673092787666663222010-01-12T14:29:00.000-08:002010-01-12T14:35:20.915-08:00

So it's been awhile since our last post. It's been busy with the budding of a few new relationships. More on those coming soon. In the meantime, nosh on this blog post I found at QuirkyAlone, an interesting movement that focuses on romance and the ideal of holding out for the right one. More on the movement here: http://quirkyalone.net/index.php/about-2/quirkyalone/Advice on figuring out

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-88390747631966892902009-10-16T15:21:00.000-07:002009-10-16T15:39:03.323-07:00

On any given night, single girls in this other city have a melee of choices at the bar. You know of whom I speak. There’s your hipsters, farmer browns, financials, bad boys, wannabe’s, and even the B & T’s… You don’t necessarily look for Mr. Right, but hope you don’t meet another Mr. Absofuckinglutelywrong.But when out at the bars, there’s one special type of man that you’ll continually encounter

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-13108084856222772542009-08-21T15:12:00.000-07:002009-08-28T16:11:18.795-07:00

Thousands of miles away from home, Arianna was swaying to the music, barefoot at her 3rd beach party of the day with her fifth cerveza in hand. She spotted a cutie across the room and eyed him over. They danced, drank, laughed and one thing led to another as these international trysts usually do.Turns out the cutie was also an American, a New Yorker in fact. Arianna had plans to visit in a few

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-61639550571670168052009-08-03T14:11:00.001-07:002009-08-28T16:10:32.680-07:00

We'd just finished a 2 day backpacking trip up in Lassen Volcanic Park and were eager to get a head start on getting home. We were assured by our fellow backpackers that it was an easy loop back to the trailhead where our cars were parked. So with no map or compass, 4 brave or silly girls set off to find their way home through the woods.As these stories always go, we took a wrong turn in the

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-63358493380276171322009-08-03T13:27:00.000-07:002009-08-28T16:12:21.294-07:00

It was the July 4th weekend and I had a hot date with this cutie I'd met at Harlot the weekend prior. Everything was set for some good times. We got tea at Samovar in the Castro, rode his scooter up to Olive, then rode his scooter around the city until we came upon the mighty mecca of San Francisco karaoke bars, The Mint. It was Saturday, there was a long wait and it was clear that the boy did

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-39220287267786194492009-06-23T13:49:00.000-07:002009-08-21T16:00:56.041-07:00

Ladies, this next entry is dedicated to the devoted wing women we have in our lives...and for all the sh*thead friends they have to suffer through so that we may get to know their “friend” – for that night at least.Below is a recap I had with said sh*thead friend a few saturdays back:W: So can I ask you something?Me: Whatsup?W: So like, do you wrestle??Me: WHAT?? Haha (hmm attempted humor?? Not

Sereneydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10367372557420902637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-64188730669868829252009-06-12T14:44:00.001-07:002009-08-28T16:15:57.948-07:00

Day One: Made out at the club.Day Two: Blamed it on the alcohol.1 month later: We're friends, hanging out, having fun.One night, we're at Vertigo celebrating a friends passing of a different kind of Bar. After a particularly strenuous dance session, I go to have a cig outdoors. He pursues and the following conversation ensues:Dude: So I think you're a great girl and I want to know how you feel

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-29168251079052037712009-06-09T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-09T15:31:04.840-07:00

While stern lust lessons can be gleaned from after a romp or two, I think homage needs to be paid to the brief encounters between the sexes: screamed dialogue on the barstool, whispered rhymes in a dark corner and my personal favorite, the getting-to-know-you talk on the dancefloor. Its Saturday night and I'm in the mood for a little bit spice...hip hop style. Met a vegetarian/documentarian/

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-4556044846768823172009-06-02T16:53:00.000-07:002009-08-28T17:05:58.031-07:00

Angie met "Hip Hop" at a Brooklyn Circus party at Yoshi's. After an initial failed attempt at making out with her on the spot, fuxting, flirting and phone calls culminated in a late night birthday booty session. After the booty, Hip Hop ignored A for a week then popped up one evening with a "Come over and fuck?" text.Shocked and a little irritated, Angie ignored it until a bottle of sake

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-59068925708874123892009-06-01T13:01:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:32:30.927-07:00

My friend "Tiffanie" likes to number the guys she's met thus far after being in two consecutive long term relationships. This is an excerpt from a recent conversation with # 5:T: What do you do?5: I make investments in escort services.T: Oh, you mean you're a pimp.5: No... (10 minutes of trying to explain away his occupation)T: Wait, can I ask you something?5: Is it if I sleep with the girls?T:

JustFlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368011274105605077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888369724546190815.post-24210977554860916132009-06-01T12:58:00.000-07:002009-06-02T17:33:20.806-07:00

Decided to switch up the format of my blog. My friends and I are all single at the moment and the stories we've amassed are a bit too hilarious not to share. Girls, please read and know that you are not alone in this crazy game called dating. Guys, read on and perhaps learn a thing or two.

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