I’ve been hearing and reading a lot about this new dating app called Tinder. I’m calling it the Candy Crush of online dating, Tinder is often compared to the app Grindr; which was created for gay men…Tinder has been called … Continue reading
Been a little busy, but I’m going to try and handle a big topic over the next few posts. The title of this one says it all.
Now, I won’t be bashing. Trust, the fear of commitment is not just a man thing. Say the word “wife” to me, and I reach for the Benadryl and the asthma inhaler. But we’re not here to discuss my issues…
What these posts will attempt to explain is why women ask for it, the different ways commitment is viewed, and to ask you guys what is it that makes you commit?
Scared yet? You shouldn’t be.
A reminder: I have a few slots available for Come and Talk to Me 2 on June 27… hit me up if you are willing to woo some ladies email@example.com
To kick things off…
Got this link from my girl Iz, an editor here in the city.
Here’s the deal darling boys and girls. I’m having a little conversation thingy on Thursday that I expect you to be at (you’ve read the tweets, right? RIGHT!?), but an opportunity has dropped into my lap that I just couldn’t pass up.
Now, the idea of having Justin Timberlake be my FWB tickles my fancy… (mmmm) and while I’m bitter that JT hasn’t released a song in what feels like forever, he has been burning up the big screen. So when my favourite movie blog offered me tickets for a preview screening of FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS I snatched those passes up and did a little happy dance.
Then I saw the date…
Fack. On June 23, I’m having a bunch of men Talk to Me and (hopefully) whisper sweet nothings (read: dirty things) in my ear all night.
And while I would normally break my rule about going north of Bloor to see JT with no clothes on, the idea of having a bunch of men whisper sweet nothings in my ear will win out every time. So darlings…this is where being my friend has its benefits (see what I did there?) I’m going to share my passes from Xavier Pop with you lovelies. So if you can’t make it downtown to Talk to Me, you can go uptown and take notes on how to be a good FWB.
This is all I ask:
You enter your chance to win one of my 5 double passes to see FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS this Thursday, June 23rd, 7:00PM @ SilverCity Yorkdale.
I’ll post the winners on Wednesday night…
I tend to refer to guys in certain ways and rarely by their names…it’s something I picked up from my boys who always use code names when referring to women (shrugs). Last night, I was discussing a particular guy with friends and referred to him in a way that confused one of the guys. After a few jokes tossed back and forth, I decided to share with you some more of my HLBB terminology:
A guy = that’s it. You’re a guy.
My boy = you’re one of my friends. I share details of my life, you know my real name and have possibly seen where I live.
(insert random alias here) = I’m interested in you in some way and have assigned you an alias. The alias is usually based on a physical attribute or personality trait. If it’s just sex, I’ll most likely continue to call you by the alias.
Nickname = if I never call you by your name and give you a nickname, you’ve managed to earn a special place of affection. This isn’t always immediate…I have to make sure it “fits”. Sometimes, I pick a name instantly. Generally, it’s not a nickname that catches on with others, so when you see it in an email or hear it your voicemail, you know it’s me…
Your name = If I call you by name, I genuinely like you. Rarely will I call people by the shortened version of their name (if your name is Daniel, I’m not calling you Dan or Danny…unless you insist).
Dumbass = you say stupid things sometimes. When you do I’ll call you a dumbass.
Idiot = I think you say stupid things a lot.
Idiot boy = you have done something to annoy/offend/irritate me and I don’t feel like calling you by your given name.
Lover = this is a Buffy reference…if I call you Lover, it means I want to do harm to you like repeatedly smack you upside the head.
Idiot Motherfucker = you’ve pissed me off and I now want to take a hit out on your life
Stupid Motherfucker = you have done something so egregious that I want to personally do harm to you as I’ll enjoy it more. You have officially become persona non-grata.
Ladies, do you have a “naming” system?