Finding the perfect mate is like finding the perfect outfit for a soiree – it takes dedication, lots of effort, friends to help you and in most cases it’s hidden in a fabulous vintage store in a unique ‘district’. Finding the perfect mate is also like looking for a car – you have to search…
So, you might have met him on the train, at the supermarket (no comment *guilty look*), at work (no comment, again), at the gym, walking home from the movies, at the movies, at your Soho hair salon, while shopping for that ‘must have’ scarf to match that ‘needed to have’ sweater you bought last year,…
Yet another break-up and you are doing the post-mortem with your girlfriends over wine, cheesecake and cocktails. You ensured that the ‘mixologist’ is someone heavy on the vodka and light on the conscience. And every time you swear this is the last time… but deep down you know that it won’t be. We all do!!…
Like seriously! OK! I know you don’t get it, because neither do I! You were always the friends who hung out and hunted down the great sales at Bloomingdales, Collectibles or SOGO while shopping together; drank cocktails together and bashed on guys; talked each other down off the ledge when you were at your lowest…
Battered, bruised, saddened and apprehensive are just some of the feelings one has after being a victim of numerous failed relationships. Each time your heart gets broken, you would swear on your Fendi tote that you will never go through this again. Then a few months down the road you find yourself at the mirror…
So, it’s a typical Autumn weekend: cocktails and pastry all Friday night while chit-chatting on Facebook; sleeping in late Saturday morning to be awoken by the mid-day sun; a lazy lunch date followed by light shopping — scouting out the sales; talking with my Mom on SKYPE….. blah blah blah. But this weekend, the issue…
Finding love or having good sex…In Japan In a ‘normal’ country, one can either choose to search whole-heartedly for love (and leave sex for later) or decide to show ‘true love’ his/her middle fingers and just go straight for the good old sex. Note – in a ‘normal’ country. When I say ‘normal’, persons who…
If you are lucky enough to be gay (eat your heart out bitches); have gay friends; even privileged to be in our presence (lol… It’s a privilege), or know anything about gay culture, you should have heard of the word, “Gaydar’’ (gay + radar = ‘‘Gaydar’’). Each and every gay person is equipped with this ‘weapon’. Come close to us and you might set it off; then…
Karma… Karma! Is she always a bitch? One would think that Karma is always lurking in the shadows just waiting for you to make a mistake or do something ‘bad’; and when you have, Karma waits for the most ‘appropriate’ time to ‘get you back’ for what you did days/weeks/months/years ago. But is it that…