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I am a No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Date


I’ve gotta say, I’ve given guys a lot of flack on this blog. As a muckraker deep in the dating trenches, this blog has showcased the full-hearted, half-assed, and all the in-between attempts of passes men have made at...

Thoughts (&Thots) Whilst Tindering


Ted, 24. 13 miles away. Mmm…Can’t tell what he looks like because he’s lying face-down in his picture. Kinda looks like he’s dead. Omg wait…is he dead? He might be dead. No…wait. Maybe. Omg. HE’S NOT MOVING. WHO DO I CALL IF I FIND A DEAD BODY ON TINDER?! WHAT IS THE PROCEDURE FOR THIS?! IS THERE A TINDER HOTLINE?!

How an Irish Man Taught me the True Meaning of Thanksgiving


Across from us leaned an older gentleman, with a strong constitution, bushy brows, and a head full of thick, white hair. As he grinned, his right canine tooth glimmered gold, but couldn’t outshine the gleam in his eye. John O’Neill was a Dublin local, and a man who would later open my eyes to the true meaning of the term, “home”.

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