Poor G train. Nobody loves it. It’s short, it’s unreliable, it has poor personal hygiene. It lives in a bad area. It doesn’t have as much money as those big fancy Manhattan trains. It rarely gets to mingle with other trains, save for a few illicit southern rendezvous with the F train.
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Look at this: Time Out New York finally put faces on those Craigslist personals section, in its new “Single Men Willing to Be Photographed” slide show. We know you’ve had a tough time finding men recently, but we really think you’ll like this Williamsburg lawyer, Aaron. He is a very busy man, what with his bike training (it is what he does “all the time,” which makes us wonder when he does his lawyer work), so make sure you have your own “similar hobby/career/problem.” Because as they say, “similarities attract.”
Also, he seems to have some judgmental attitudes toward his mother’s yoga practice, but that is definitely something you two can work through, right?
When you spend all day running from subway to subway with your head down, typing on your smartphone or listening to Maroon 5 or whatever you kids do these days, sometimes you miss the small wonders of life in the city. Like this message, posted near the entrance to the West Fourth Street station, offering a chance for “DATING” and “ONE NITE STANDS ONLY,” presumably with a dapper gentleman named either John or Zahn or Sean. (We couldn’t tell from his outgoing voicemail.) I mean, what kind of lady could turn down an offer like this?
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The Buddy System
“Have you ever been handcuffed to a radiator?” A young man in a laboratory coat introduced himself to The Observer last Friday evening as we took our seats at the opening of the fall run of alternative singles night, Never Sleep Alone. Our reaction, or lack thereof, must have been transparent. “Sorry, I just need to ask you some basic erotic questions.” Oh, alright, get on, then.
It appeared that the point of this short survey was to detect our sexual energy, translated by the color of a mood mask we were given to wear for the duration of the evening.
The performance took place at Joe’s Pub, the quaint underbelly of the Public Theater—a low-lit, intimate space with a bar at one end, where the more reserved voyeurs sat, and a cluster of tables at the front, where brave singles positioned themselves vulnerably. The champagne flowed, a crucial aphrodisiac for the evening.
It quickly became clear that Dr. Alex Schiller, the sex therapist played by comedian Roslyn Hart, meant business. Dressed in black latex, there was no beating around her bush.
James Deen is the best. We couldn’t be more excited for the male version of Sasha Grey to become a mainstream sensation, especially if he keeps up the hardcore porn and amazing blog entries.
But we’re a little worried that Mr. Deen has been spending time with the wrong influences ever since Bret Easton Ellis announced the cast of The Canyons…
What happened to Playwrights Horizons? Once a bastion of the best and brightest new plays in the New York theater, this noble company has turned into a wobbly showcase for the kind of experimental writing that lives and dies in workshop productions on college campuses in Vermont. Having barely survived a pointless farrago of office politics called Assistance, I have now squirmed my way through The Big Meal, a boring case history of family life as symbolically reflected through three generations of revolting looking menu items that six adults and two children must consume until their plates are empty. The play has been quickly erased from my memory, but the heartburn lingers on.
OCCUPY WALL STREET('S PANTS)
In the event you haven’t noticed, Wall Street is (according to New York Magazine, at least) having a rough go of it! If you’re one of the women of New York City who are ‘into’ Wall Street men and the wealth of character/fiscal riches they have to offer, one expert says you can make life easier on them when you try to pick them up. By being “easy.” Also, sexy. That too.
Gross guys on Craigslist are nothing new…it’s basically why Craigslist was invented by Jimmy Wales. (Well that, and to halt SOPA. And to clarify, yes we know that Mr. Wales founded Wikipedia, not Craigslist, but our sense of humor might not be translating as well after a 24-hour Golden Globes binge.) But today’s listings have led us to a guy who could Mike the Investment Banker look sane. Or maybe it is Mike the Investment Banker??
A brief note of housekeeping: After the rousing successes that were The Observer‘s 2011 Media Power Bachelor and Power Bachelorette lists, requests for (A) a mixer of both lists and (B) an omissions list are still flooding in. Make of this what you will, because we did.
“We should date,” my close friend Michael was saying over coffee at the Housing Works bookstore in SoHo. “But I can’t afford you.”
Uncertain whether to be flattered or offended, I settled on both.
Michael, it should be noted, is intelligent and attractive, with thick chestnut hair and a contagious smile. He’s also eligible. Read More