Results tagged “dating”

It all started last week when the August issue of Marie Claire (not on the magazine's webpage, because somehow Hearst doesn't know how to work the tubes) included a list of the top cities for women to meet single men. It was based on some statistics of dubious merit--among them the number of Starbucks and movie theaters--as well as some stats in areas we'd think Seattle would rank poorly (public transit, last call time). Despite all that--not to mention the phenomenon of the Seattle freeze--our fair city came out on top in the dating survey, beating, well, everyone else.

More or less daily we walk from our place up on Capitol Hill down Bellevue to Pine, where we walk across I-5 to get downtown. And for the past couple weeks, we've noticed an odd handmade sign at the equally odd intersection-in-the-sky at Pine & Boren that simply reads "ineedagirlfriend206.com." It was curious, we thought, and so today while idly browsing the interweb at lunch, we decided to hop online and see exactly what the deal is.

OMG! Dating news from our Eastside bureau! Kirkland Bachelor and babydaddy extraordinaire Jason Mesnick is engaged and the roses aren't even all gone yet. Huh? You'll still have to suffer through lots of bungee-jumping, beach-walking and wine-sipping before the big reveal. Could the lucky lady be DeAnna Pappas, the bachelorette who dumped him last season? For clues, tune to KOMO's exclusive interview, in which a shirtless Mesnick does some pull-ups. You can tell by his biceps that he likes blondes.

Forbes has updated their mathematical romantic hipness analysis for 2008, and science has spoken: Seattle is the sixth best place to be a single (and thereby, ostensibly, a dater) in the United States! Their variables: "number of singles, nightlife, culture, cost of living alone, job growth, online dating activity and coolness." Coolness was measured, naturally, via poll. The #1 figuratively hottest place to be a single in our great nation is Atlanta, GA.

Seattlest wishes it was at a coffee shop on Saturday, when the snow was falling in swift, wet flakes. We imagine sipping a delicious doppio espresso, protected from the cold and watching the snow fall. Instead, we are braving the pouring rain and have ended up here, in Fremont, at Cafe Ladro. We're wet, cold and crabby. Ladro is bustling with the young professionals crowd. An entire table of six is covered in laptops, another...

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.

A few hours from now, London folktronic sextet Tunng kicks off the weekend early and for free at Nectar. Doors are at 5pm for the 21+ happy hour show.

If you are very lucky, old friends will on occasion fly across the country to visit you. They’ll sit on your couch and tell you which of your college chums became a body builder. When necessary, they’ll gently remind you whatever dating mishaps have recently befallen you, nothing could top the Beckett-quoting fool you were smitten with freshman year. These friends are to be treasured, given fresh towels and mints on their pillow. The morning after they arrive, when they make not a peep about your tiny bed or your 5’5” shower head--well then, then they should be given popovers. Steaming hot, fluffy popovers. Preferably with cheese and fresh jam.

There's nothing like the prospect of a smart hip-hop show to build up our anticipation on a Saturday night. One where we know that the act we're going to see can't fail to deliver, cranks that up a little higher than we can generally handle when we're forced to first stop by a friend's party before the show. To all those in Shoreline that we bored with excited chatter about Lyrics Born and Blackalicious at The Showbox, we're so sorry.

Seattlest watches as a S.L.U.T. is born and Seattle Flickr users go nuts over a local art installation. A restaurant critic demands a Diner's Bill of Rights over a gnat next to her drink, and, in lieu of a Portlandist, Seattlest debates with itself over the identity of the Northwest's crown jewel. Seattlest also joins the guys from Fantagraphics for an ill-fated gun party in the woods.

Last night Richard Wiseman -- "Britain’s only chair in the Public Understanding of Psychology" -- spoke at Town Hall about his study of quirkology. Which, if you don't know, is the study of the offbeat in human behavior as a way of shining light on why we act the way we do. Here's a short recap of what we learned about:

Next up was Juno, the latest comedy from Jason Reitman. We loved his first feature, Thank You for Smoking, and had heard nothing but good buzz about this flick, which is kinda Knocked Up meets Superbad, if Judd Apatow stopped focusing so much on male friendships and paid more attention to the pregnant girl. As the titular acid-tongued, preggo high schooler, Ellen Page keeps on getting better and better, and the rest of the cast (JK Simmons, Allison Ranney, Jennifer Garner, and Jason Bateman, reunited here with his TV son, sweet baby Michael Cera) ain't no slouch neither. A couple minor quibbles: if anything the film is too cute by half. We don't need pop culture references for the sake of pop culture references: "No, It's Morgan Freeman. I'm here to collect some bones." And we certainly don't need a quirky folk song introducing every goddamn scene (Wes Anderson much?). Still, the film was ultimately very moving -- we always appreciate it when a foul-mouthed movie turns out to have some heart.

Unlike rock gods, athletic heroes, or Warren Beatty, quiz hosts don't get groupies. (Not that we'd do anything with groupies, thoughts of our wife prompt us to add.)

A while ago we were looking for a picture of a mojito and in our search we ran into local author (and mojito photographer) Amanda Ford. She told us she had a book coming out and we said, Great, let us know when it's on the shelves and we'll interview you.

In the wake of Hansa the Elephant's death from herpes, many Seattleites are understandably concerned about whether they, too, could contract this fatal disease.

Vitals: 26 yo RHP. Born in Tokyo, Japan. 6-0, 187. 94-45, 2.99 in Japan. 3-2, 4.36 here. $6.3 million salary.

How to tell Jon Rowley's dating service from Deborah Jean Palfrey's:

PREQUEL TO MCARTNEY'S WINGS: Richie Unterberger, the author of several books on the history of rock, shows some film footage and plays some music recordings of unreleased Beatles material. He´s promoting his latest book, The Unreleased Beatles -- Music and Film. We had no idea they were in jail! (Ha! Because of the "unreleased" -- see how...oh...sure, we can move on.)

--Though he's been rumored to be a candidate for both the Liberty and Long Beach State head coaching jobs, Cameron Dollar says it isn't true. Which means he's probably on a private plane to Long Beach right now.

WOMEN & MONEY: Personal finance expert and author, Suze Orman talks about the complicated and dysfunctional relationship that women have with money in her book, Women & Money: Owning the Power to Control Your Destiny.

Dorkbot, we've missed you. If our attendance record for the monthly technology and art event has been spotty at best recently --we've only been to one meeting since it lost the CoCA digs-- it's not because of the scheduled themes. They've all been awesome: Multimedia Performance at the Abbey, Innovation in Games back at CoCA, remote aerial photography at CHAC (actually we did get to that one)... New curator whatshisname (can't find it on the website--someone help) has done great things. Please, though, find a permanent home. Last night was at the 911 Media Arts Center and that seems like it could work. Make it work, Dorkbot.

"I voted for Dino Rossi" is not what you say when you are dating a hard-left politics dork. Seattlest once learned this the hard way. The revelation sparked an argument. We lost. For months, we spent lonely nights reading Lewis Lapham, trying to cure our moderate streak.

In case you hadn't heard, San Francisco's all abuzz today because their mayor, is, apparently, a sex-crazed maniac. Earlier this year he was dating a 20-year-old restaurant hostess, and now news that he slept with the wife of one of his top aides. The aide, according to a family friend, "confronted the mayor on the issue, expressed his feeling about the situation in an honest and pointed way, and resigned." We'll bet he did.

It'd been awhile since we'd last been to the Tractor Tavern and, well, we found that we'd missed the place -- the faded old cowboy boots hanging from the ceiling, the curious glory-hole in the men's crapper, the huge oil painting of the bright red tractor, and then the other one of the majestic horse with all the lightning in the background. Okay, that one's kind of weird, but it fits somehow with the country but not too country attitude of the place. We're just pretty damn happy whenever we pay a visit to the Tractor.

Sunday. Usually, a quiet, contemplative day in the Blogosphere. But not here in the Ist-a-Verse. Nonono! Just look below and see all of the wild and crazy stuff our staffs are up to.

OK, we fell for it. For all those who claim that liberal interest groups don't spin like conservatives, pay attention. In a press release from late December 2006 (and other releases dating back to at least 2004), the public-agency hound watch organization PEER (Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility, which has many park employees as members) had intimated that employees of the Grand Canyon have been asked not to tell tourists about the scientifically-derived, geologic age of the national landmark. But to be fair, a whole lot of other people have fallen for this too, including the seeming "gag order" on employees coughing up to canyon's real age. Admittedly, that may just say more about the company we keep, but the fact is, Seattlest let its guard down.

Deadspin reports that Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo and American Idol winner Carrie Underwood are "a thing."

>>>Third Place Books, 7:00pm. Another weighty tome, Unreleased Beatles by Richie Unterberger, to add to your Beatles-only reference section. It details the shitload of stuff that was recorded but, you know, forgotten about what with being so high at the time, plus the whole headtrip with Yoko. Free with OCD collecting disorder.

Somehow the word "ecosexual" escaped our vocabulary until yesterday. Maybe we were too busy dunking our lexicon into industrial solvents in an attempt to cleanse it of the "metronatural" fiasco to notice any new variations (actually we didn't see what the big deal was about metronatural. shhh!). The word ecosexual refers to someone who selects dating partners based on their green credentials. The fact that such people exist and that there's a preponderance of them living in Seattle is news to no one. Do you think so many Priuses are on the streets here because they get such great gas mileage, or because they come equipped with a tractor beam for Earth-minded hotties?