I have forgotten all about romance.I don't remember what it tastes like, what the sensation does to my stomach, my knees, or my soul. So this week, I'm writing my blog entry in a notepad with an actual pen. I'll retype it later as I struggle, I'm sure to decipher my anguished scrawl. For now, I want to bring back the rawness of romance. Smooth, like cheap, gooey ballpoint on lined paper.Today, I got a couple of tickets to tomorrow's Raphael Saadiq concert at SOB's in Soho. He's one of my very favorite artists – a true neo-soul icon, with … Read More

I’m pickier about men than when I was younger. I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. As in, you get older and more mature and overlook minor flaws because you realize that no one’s perfect.

The thing is, perfection doesn’t appeal to me; everyone knows I despise pretty boys. It’s not like I have a certain cookie cutter image of what I find attractive, but these days, it’s few and far between.

Prime example:

Last week, I covered a St. Louis-bred rapper’s album-listening event at a studio in TriBeCa. Since my roommate, Denise, hails from the … Read More

On Sunday evening, Angie and I attended a “silent rave” in Union Square Park, which is essentially a few hundred people dancing wildly to the music on their iPods. So if you’re walking by and happen to see this, it looks like a few hundred crazies rocking out to no music. And I mean, rocking out – arms flailing, rave-type stuff. It sounded like a lot of fun and another chance to act like a kid again (and Angie loves stupid fun just as much as I do) so we hopped on the idea.

It was crazier than I … Read More

When my mother was my age, she was already settled into marriage (she tied the knot at the tender age of 21) and she and my pops were planning the arrival of their first child.

When my grandmother was my age, she was already an old ball and chain (quite a hot one if you take a look at the black and white pics) with two kids and a few more on the way.

Here I am in my mid-twenties without even a shadow of a Read More

I'm sitting here in my apartment in (almost) silence, touching up an article I need to get out of the way before I leave for dinner with a friend who's visiting the city. The sun is spilling through the window, taunting me a little, since I could be sprawled out with a book on the grass in the park today. Instead, I'm here stressing.

The lease to my overpriced apartment is expiring in September and my roommates and I are in a state of desperation, trying to find a better deal on another one in the same complex. There are … Read More

Cheers to another lazy, summery Sunday afternoon. I was laying back and sipping on some chilled Riesling today on the deck in my parents' backyard with my best guy friend, Esco today when I realized something. I've been so boy-crazy lately that I forgot how much fun a platonic relationship with a man is. No humping, no flirting, no tension—just chilling. And bitching about the opposite sex, which is fun since you get a fresh point of view and all of these new defense tactics that men like to employ.

It's ironic because I'm on … Read More

I've been talking about venturing out of comfort zones, lately. It seems like the lines of my own zone, which used to be as thick as La Winehouse's eyeliner, are stretching into skimpy dotted lines now. Is it maturity, or am I just finally realizing that a good man can come in any color, shape, size or background?

It seems as if the "try something new" bug has bitten everyone lately. Angie, who is usually all about tall, dark and debonair, is dating this new guy that looks like he’s in a boy band.

"I usually hate light … Read More

I don’t know whether it’s my overdeveloped single cynicism or simply that the metrosexual trend for guys has not made its way out yet, but I feel like every man I date is secretly homosexual.

Maybe I’m being dramatic but I do feel like lately I’ve been getting the gay end of the stick, so to speak.

This all came together for me last week when I went on a first date with a guy named Danny – the second guy I matched at speed dating. Danny is a dancer, an ensemble cast member of a very popular … Read More

Something odd happened last week when I went out with the Euro-cutie I met at speed dating.

Let me paint a picture for you. It was one of those tropical June nights I lust for – warm enough to sashay around in a skimpy American Apparel dress (not the skin tight tube ones though; that's too much exposure for a first date). We'd been sitting at this Jazz lounge just a few blocks from my apartment since 8 pm, and at 11, our lively conversation still hadn't died down. I had to call it a night though because of … Read More

I went speed dating last week. The single professional gal going speed dating in the city, could I be more cliche? Truth be told, it was all in the name of investigative journalism. You may be laughing like "Yea right Rajul, you just wanted to get some fresh new tail for the summer games."

Mock me if you must, but I was really looking forward to the stories I'd be able to tell about the freakshows/crazies I met. As usual, I was wrong and most of the guys I met were actually decent, smart and kind of funny. … Read More