boyfriend, Uncategorized

things guys pretend to hate but really don’t

I feel like I talk (bitch, whine, complain) a lot about trying to figure guys out. Why are they so douchey? Why do they like one night stands? Why doesn’t Jim Halpert exist in real life? I’ve also started to realize that guys claim to “hate” a lot of things that are actually impossible to hate. Here are 5 of those things, dissected.

1. Brunch.

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Ok, like what person doesn’t like brunch? Like, if you’re not into waiting for a table at The Smith for an hour and dropping $16 on a mimosa, that’s totally fine–but how do you not like French toast? Or omelets? Or bacon–don’t all guys have to pretend to be rampant carnivores to satisfy their idea of masculinity? Sure, a big reason why I like brunch is because breakfast food is aesthetically appealing so it makes for a super cute Instagram post. But I also really ****ing love Belgian waffles and drinking before noon.

2. Champagne.

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Speaking of mimosas, why do guys pretend to hate champagne? I’m a little more understanding of people who don’t like wine (OK, I don’t really get it but whatever), but champagne is like grown-up soda. It’s fizzy and delicious and is almost the same color as beer, so let’s get with the program, please. Plus, pop a bottle open to instantly get the party started.

3. Romantic comedies.

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Everyone knows that rom-coms aren’t cinematic masterpieces. When I suggest watching one, I’m not trying to impress you with my artistic taste, I’m trying to cozy up for 90 minutes of heartfelt viewing. I watch them because they’re endearing, you don’t have to pay a ton of attention, and they usually make me smile. Liking 13 Going on 30 or You’ve Got Mail or Sleepless in Seattle doesn’t make you less of a man! Now come watch Love Actually with me.

4. Cupcakes.

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Literally bye. It’s a cup of cake.

5. Friends.

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Try not laughing at Chandler’s joked. If you don’t laugh, don’t talk to me, because this will never work out.

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boyfriend, Uncategorized

why fall is the worst time to be single

Something about football season, cozy clothes, and Instagrammable leaves makes fall seem like a great time to be in a relationship…not that I’m in one. I remember starting my first year of college and assuming I would have a boyfriend to bring home to meet my parents over Thanksgiving weekend. I literally laughed out loud as I wrote that. Anyway, here are some reasons why being single in my favorite season is worse than any other time of year.

1. You don’t have a cute significant other to take pumpkin patch pics with, so your Instagram game is suffering.

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2. You don’t have someone to steal oversize flannel shirts from.

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3. Another year of not being part of a couples Halloween costume.

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4. The holidays are coming up, so you know your extended family is going to be questioning your perennial singleness.

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5. It suddenly seems like everybody is in a relationship except you, so you spend your nights drinking white wine alone in your apartment.

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6. Love Actually is back on Netflix, and you don’t have anyone to watch it with. (Actually, I can’t even get my mom to watch this with me so idk how valid this complaint is.)

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boyfriend, the latest

the most important thing i learned in college

In my last year of college, I took intro to journalism. Yep, INTRO to Journalism just a few months before I graduated. (Sidebar: The class was mostly seniors, so I guess it’s common to save specific concentration courses for the final semesters…once all the rigorous liberal arts curriculum has been completed.) I loved this course, and it reminded why I chose my Communications/Journalism major–why after years of people telling me what a great writer I am, I put two and two together and decided to pursue something I was actually good at. A big reason why I enjoyed this class so much was the very down-to-earth professor I had. She was a Fordham alum, who started teaching after working in news radio for a while, but was still young enough to be fun and approachable.

Since the class was mostly seniors, our final session was reserved for an advice session from our professor. She gave a lot of useful advice, but one thing really stuck out to me: the pace of our lives. Until now, everyone’s lives moved at the same pace. All of my friends and I started high school at the same time. We started getting jobs and babysitting at the same time. We took driver’s ed and got our licenses at the same time. We graduated in four years, bound for college straightaway. Even though we ventured far away from one another, we all graduated on time and many of us even studied abroad the same semester. In essence, the timing of our lives lined up perfectly.

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But now, my professor said, there’s no longer a set path–things are going to start happening at a different pace for everyone. People will get married a year after graduation, or ten years after, or never. Other people will start having babies, or buying cars and houses, or move to Prague to teach English. The point is that just because someone else does one or all of these things before you, it doesn’t mean that you’re behind, or that you’re missing something or living your life wrong.

This realization was super significant for me. I always feel frantic when my friends start new relationships or get new jobs because I feel like I skipped a step, like I missed a class and now I won’t do as well on the final exam. It’s hard to sign into Facebook and see photos from someone’s bridal shower, or posts of someone else’s fancy new apartment, or hear about yet another person’s promotion at work. Just because it’s not happening to you, doesn’t mean that you’re falling behind in life (at least according to Professor J.). I’m a big believer in following my gut, and I’m also a big believer in putting my happiness first. Everything else will come when the time’s right.

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missed connections

7/1/16

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We’ve all had those moments of total exhaustion–those instants where you could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, whether you’re under-caffeinated at your office or overeating popcorn at the movies. In high school, I would literally fall asleep sitting in class (what was with 7am attendance?!).

One of the places where I struggle to stay awake every morning is on the train to work. My commute is painfully long, and I usually only have time to drink one cup of coffee before leaving the house (not my preferred three). I stay awake on the subway by playing games on my phone or reading, but almost every day I see somebody doze off, their head falling to their neighbor’s shoulder before jolting awake from either embarrassment or a not-so-smooth train ride.

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Last week, a mega-hot guy who was clearly overworked dozed off a number of times in the packed train car, and his head landed on my shoulder more than once. I had no complaints…in a city where everyone can seem so cold, it’s a gentle reminder of humanity.

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missed connections

6.27.16

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Have you ever observed someone for a matter of minutes and just know you’d get along? Like, I’m pretty sure that’s how friendships work. You pick people who seem cool and decide that you want them to be in your life even if you’ve only known them for a short time (I met my college best friend literally the third day of school). And the only requirement for someone to be my friend is to have a similar sense of humor to mine.

So, seeing a hipster guy reading Why Not Me when I looked up from my game of Tetris made my heart beat a little faster. Mindy Project and chill?

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missed connections, the latest

missed connections

Years ago, I remember coming across an article in the New York Times featuring an illustrator who became inspired by everyone’s favorite section on Craigslist–the “missed connections.” I was in my early years of high school at this point, and was immediately enthralled by this concept. I’ve said before that I’m a hopeless romantic, and it was (and still is) so endearing to me that someone could be captivated enough by a passing stranger to write an anonymous note to them on the Internet.

Even now, whenever I see a handsome stranger in line with me at Starbucks, or notice someone’s stare lingering on me while I play Tetris on the 4 train, I ponder this idea of the “missed connection.” As I’ve gotten older, I’ve also realized how small the world really is. I mean, people say “it’s a small world” all the time, but it really is pretty damn small. Everyone knows somebody, or somebody who knows somebody else, or somebody who knows that somebody. In an era where every answer can be found with a few clicks and keywords, where everybody is constantly connecting and networking, how is it possible that any interaction isn’t “meant to be?”

Anyone see that movie Serendipity? It’s super corny, but the premise is the same–though it’s the pre-iPhone era when the Internet was still up-and-coming. Two people meet when they’re fighting over a pair of gloves at Bloomingdale’s, and Kate Beckinsale is totally obsessed with the concept of fate. She and John Cusack run all over NYC having a good old romantic time (ice skating, frozen hot chocolate, etc.), and when it’s time to part ways, she writes her phone number on a $10 bill before spending it. You get it–if their relationship is meant to be, that $10 will find its way back to Mr. Cusack.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. The point of this post is to introduce a new series on the blog: my missed connections. I see enough hot guys everyday and spend a lot of time thinking they’re my soulmates, so now I’m going to share them with all of you.

*Also, this is a chance for YOU to contribute to New York Is My Boyfriend! Send in your missed connection and I will (probably) feature it right here.

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pin-spiration: single quotes

Even though I did a pinspiration post on quotes a while ago, I thought these ones deserved their own spot. There are always so many great text posts and memes on Instagram, but these ones were definitely worthy of pinning. What’s your favorite mantra about being single?

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