Welcome!

Hi All,

So as a relatively novel New York City transplant, I've decided that I have a lot to talk about when it comes to dating in this city. I moved to Manhattan about a year ago from good ole’ Georgia, though I'm a California girl at heart. Suffice to say, gone are the days of the manicured Southern gentleman and the mellow California dreamer; the New York man is quite another beast. Enter the emotionally unavailable lawyer, or the career obsessed Wall Streeter (or as my roommate likes to say, the "finance douche bag"). Yet and still, for whatever reason, I seem to be a lead in the Drew Barrymore film 50 First Dates. I am forever going on date after outlandish date, most rivaling a Stephen King bestseller. In an Oprah "Ah-Ha moment," I recently thought to myself, Why be selfish keep these wildly entertaining anecdotes all to myself? And if I can't at least entertain others with the random ridiculousness that I regularly encounter, than what the hell am I even doing going out with these psychos?!?

I promise to take my readers along for the ride as I delve deep into the perils of dating in one of the most wealthy, narcissistic, promiscuous cities in the world. Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Well, truthfully, I've chosen to abstain from a lot of that (Hey, I don’t know these randoms like that!) And the men here tend to cancel themselves out before we even do the deed anyway. Trust me, give ‘em time and they will inevitably do something egregiously inappropriate or offensively stupid, and there goes any prospect of intimacy. I usually  run into these winners at some point in passing and thank God we never slept together. Happens every time.

So, Ladies and Gents, I'll be candid, I'll be shocking, I'll be hysterically funny (or at least the men in their ridiculous quests to sleep with me will be), but above all, I promise to be truthful about what's it's like to be a singleton maneuvering as best she can through El Dating Jungle in New York City. Because in the end, aren't we all just trying to avoid the ever looming prospect of spinsterhood, dingy apartment and hissing cats included?

Oh, and I won’t use real names!

Best,

JungleMaster