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what your choice of dating site says about you


I’m (OBVIOUSLY) no stranger to dating apps. In fact, I’ve tried just about every single one. In using everything from Tinder to OkCupid, I’ve learned a thing or two about the kinds of people each app attracts. Here, what your preferred app says about Y-O-U.

1. Bumble


You’re an over-achiever. All of your social media platforms are totally professional, and there isn’t a keg stand photo of you to be found on the Internet. If you’re a female user, you’re cool, confident, and collected–and if you’ve managed to get lucky on Bumble, I’m betting you have a stockpile of witty pick-up lines (please send over). If you’re a male user, you’ve either been raised to appreciate women or are lazy AF.

2. Tinder


You’re not here for anything serious. Chances are, you like the instant gratification of swiping and matching with someone, and have a hard time making long-term commitments. You’re likely a nomad, jack-of-all trades, who can’t stay in one place for too long. If you’re a male user, you’re drawn to Tinder by its ease of use and unspoken promise of a hook-up.

3. OkCupid


You prefer browsing singles on desktop rather than mobile, or maybe you like the flexibility to do both. If you’re a male user, you’re highly aggressive–since you don’t have to “match” with someone before you start a convo, you can literally message anybody. If you’re a female user, you probably know someone who met their husband on OkCupid (literally a one in a million chance), and joined with a faint hope of finding something real. Also, you probably like attention since you’ll get approximately 400 messages a day.

4. Happn


This one is for anyone who regularly trolls the missed connections section on Craigslist (guilty 🙋). You’re a hopeless romantic who believes in fate and chance encounter. Good luck out there.

5. Match


You’re ready for commitment and financially stable enough to pay for a dating site membership. You’ve probably used all of the above apps to no avail, and finally caved for something that promises results. You’re someone who doesn’t like bullshit, and regularly mutters “I’m too old for this.”

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sound bites

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Things I found and enjoyed on the web this week.

I’m pretty loyal to Polar, but this DIY LaCroix can designer is a fun way to waste some time.

How to make my favorite pasta dish by one of my favorite New York chefs.

Apartment advice from one of my favorite Man Repeller writers.

News about vodka that could actually be good for your liver. (Also a shameless plug for my writing.)

This mesmerizing video recipe for chocolate cake that I will be making ASAP.

I got Rory on this quiz.

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stages of going out when you’re a senior in college

College. A time to wreak havoc on your liver, eat way too much pizza, and make lifelong friends and memories. I remember being a freshman and being WAY too excited to go to a real college party. I never partied in high school, and couldn’t wait to start having fun. While I’ve had the benefit of both the close-knit party scene near campus and the top notch nightlife of NYC at my fingertips, it still gets old. A girl can only drink so much Coors Light.

Stage 1. Coming to terms with how tired you are.

For me, 25 hour work weeks (combined internship and work study) + taking 18 credits as a full time student is exhausting. I barely have time to go to the gym, let alone pound the vodka crans.


Stage 2. Deciding whether or not you should rally.

You gotta put some feelers out and see if spending half an hour on your make up will even be worth it.


Stage 3. Taking a hard look at yourself in the mirror.

“Spice up your f***** life,” you say while you evaluate your strong points.


Stage 4. Making your first drink.

I usually start with a glass of wine. Or three.


Stage 5. Putting your game face on.

Apply make up, straighten hair, put on push-up bra, take selfie.


Stage 6. Waiting in line to get into the bar/drinks

Oh, yeah. This is why I don’t go out anymore.

Stage 7. Realizing your flirting techniques haven’t improved AT ALL in the last four years.

See you in Chem lab tomorrow! *Face palm*


Stage 8. Thinking your 21 year old self can handle liquor than your 18 year old self.


Stage 9. PIZZA.

Drunk eating > drunk anything else.


Stage 10. Going home.

Because there is no better feeling than taking your heels off and crashing. Happy hangover!