My good friend MM posted this article on her facebook wall recently “24 Year Old Finance Guy Asks All His Dates to Complete A Creepy Survey Afterwards” and I thought it was rather witty! Well, maybe I’m biased since this is a rather dorky thing to do, and we are all now fully aware of my nerd fetish. However, coming from a background in research myself, I decided to would put together my version of this dating survey. If only I had thought of this sooner, it would have saved me going on A LOT of lame-ass dates.

Bravo, 24 year old Finance Dude!

JULIE’S DATE RESPONSE FORM

First Impressions:

1. Please rate your outfit of the evening on a scale of 1 to 10. If you gave yourself anything less than a 6, please be aware that Julie probably gave you a 3 and below. Don’t expect to hear from her ever again.

2. Julie is very self-conscious about her, um…well, nothing. Please list anything you’re self-conscious about so Julie can make snide remarks about it in future conversation.

3. Please list any physical attributes of Julie that needs improvement.

If you did list anything in question 3, you’re a douchebag. Please don’t call me again.

Date:

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Friday:

Feeling a little hungover from the fantastically Champagne filled Schramsburg Champagne dinner hosted by my good friend CY on Thursday evening, I decided that a boozy lunch with my physical therapist at Colicchio and Sons was the perfect solution.

After I rolled home full of wine and pizza, I spent the afternoon napping, waking up perfectly on time to go grab drinks with our favorite couple, M & D, where pitchers of cocktails was consumed. Mostly by myself. I had to cut Husband out of this picture since he looked so unimpressed by my cocktail pitcher drinking skills.

Day one with Husband – although he annoyed me in the morning, I counteracted that with activities which did not involve much Husband interaction, such as napping.

Saturday:

Saturday was gloriously sunny, so after my morning spin session, we decided to capitalize on the sunshine and go day drinking with pitchers of sangrias and kick ass outfits (for myself). It was during this time that I saw a pregnant man. Seriously – how many weeks along do you think he is? I say he is towards the end of his first trimester.

Day two with Husband – annoyance level low due to sangria, and relief that [Read More…]

I was lying down on my couch this morning, hungover and watching a random channel on TV. Yes, I go out drinking on Wednesday nights. HELLO people? I’m a Trophy Wife! Every night is like a weekend for me!

Anywho – so, back to my random TV watching; I ended up watching a soccer game. Now, let me tell you – I LOVE soccer. I love it so much that I have even taken time to research the rules and understand how the game works. Yes, I am able to explain to you what off side means. Soccer is such an easy sport to love because, let’s face it, the majority of the guys that play it are banging. And when I say banging, I mean I would bang them all. At the same time. The FIFA world cup is like endless porn for me.

Before you get all excited and think today’s post is going to be about gang bangs, it’s not – although, I will note that down for a future post topic…

Watching soccer got me thinking – Hmm, I have all this spare time, and I enjoy being active and fit, maybe I should join a team sport of [Read More…]

Summer is coming up, and I have a few friends who are coming to visit Husband and me in New York in the upcoming months.

It’s adorable when I receive emails from my impending guests and they ask me questions like – Which are the safe neighborhoods that I should stick to? Should I catch the subway? Where am I most likely to get mugged?

I mean, these are all valid questions, but seriously folks, New York is A LOT safer now than it looks in the movies, trust me. There is police presence around most of the city at all times, and even I catch the subway, and we all know how stuck up I am! In fact, I feel safer in New York at all hours of the day and night than compared to being back in Sydney. I remember my last trip back home, I somehow ended up on  George Street around 1 or 2am, and the street was filled with drunk, unattractive bogans wielding beer bottles and stumbling around on the street; I definitely did not feel safe then and I never have these insecurities no matter what time I roll home here in New York.

I remember, before [Read More…]