One of the perks of being a grownup, in addition to buying candy without asking for permission, is the ability to choose your own friends.  If a person rubs you the wrong way, you don’t have to join their softball team or put up with mindless chatter about the always interesting Chicago weather.

It’s the ultimate power that is often taken for granted.  Don’t like the way I talk?  Then get lost pal.  Oh it bothers you when I talk about something other than your life?  Then scram!

The one time this situation gets sticky is when your lady’s friends are the enemies you’re trying to swear off.  She wants you to meet up for drinks with her gals, or even worse, spend the day with them while you’re stuck thinking of a hundred different excuses that will get you as far removed from these creatures as humanly possible.

How and why should you have to put up with this? (more…)

The night is set, the weather is beautiful, and your plans are solidified.  Meet up for a casual drink then grab dinner with your date.  You met during that brief exchange last weekend, and first impressions have led you to think this could really light that barn full of fireworks.  You tell those butterflies in your stomach to simmer, it’s just a first date… be yourself, relax, and have fun!

Then it happens…  you find your mind jumping between the green shrubbery that’s strategically wedged between their teeth, their incessant need to use the word “like” in every sentence, and the laugh which flashes the word ‘hyena’ in your mind. (more…)

Score!   So you’ve met that cute crush while you and your buddies were out on the town last night.  Your confidence was flying high…  Great opener, smooth dialogue, and a perfect execution in getting her number.  Like George Costanza, you’re walking out on that high note.  “Thank you and goodnight!”

Then the next morning you get that feeling…  WHAT’S MY NEXT MOVE!?!?   Quick, dig up that Swingers DVD… was it 2 days?  Or 6 days?  Wait, but they didn’t have text messages… or facebook… or (really?) twitter!

The age of connectivity can leave you standing on the side of the information superhighway looking at 14 different exits.  Which do you take?  And more importantly, which path is going to lead to that follow up date?

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