At conferences and work parties when I was single, I approached men who appeared to be alone. While planning her daughter's wedding, my divorced friend, Jane, developed a crush on the florist. From the time he walked in, he waxed poetic about his deceased wife. I couldn't be sure, but it was clear he was neither available nor ready. The subject matter should excite you — don't sign up for a bridge class if you hate playing cards — but the type of class has to be right, as well.I went out with an instructor I talked to over the crabmeat canapés at a faculty event. Afterward, eager to keep the connection alive, she went to his shop and thanked him in person. Years earlier, newly divorced and pushing my daughter on a playground swing, I spotted a cool-looking man with his daughters. At a Web-design course, for example, my divorced neighbor, Larry, faced a computer and a blank wall — no interaction with fellow students, no chance to mingle.We've got some of the best strip clubs in the world, and we’re all adults here. If they can find you on Linked In, they can easily find you in Lithonia, and they’re probably always strapped.Pro tip: if they ask you to meet them somewhere in public, make sure it’s not the sporting section at Walmart.On the other, you might be expected to team up and ask for double-forgiveness after what you did together Saturday night.Just tell the pastor you were only trying to burn off the brunch calories.As a writing instructor, I had an ironclad rule (unarticulated, of course! An editor taking the course wrote some poignant essays about his son's wedding, becoming a grandfather and learning to live alone. Think about splitting the rental of a group ski lodge or beach house.
Every year super-dapper single dudes suit up in seersuckers and hit the town’s breeziest rooftop bars to slurp down Moscow Mules and Greyhounds in the company of similarly saucy women, cliqued up and fancy in fly summer dresses and getting steadily geeked up on strong, spritzy, and fruity drinks. If you’re not sexy by then, you'll have to do something from another MC Hammer song, "Pray," if you want to get any action. Play this right, and even if you don’t leave with a dancer (and yeah, you actually don’t wanna ever do that) you'll both leave happy. Think about this before you stand someone up for a date.
Thousands of divorced cougars and silver foxes descend on Buckhead every night, locked in eternal competition for dominance of the ATL’s romantic, midlife-crisis dating scene.
If you’re under 40 and not rich, they are a real threat to you. Your new female love interest is either related to Julio Jones or has dated him.
Let’s say you’re a fat guy, which -- let’s be honest -- is not all that hypothetical.
You can also be jobless, balding, and emotionally fragile, but as long as you can prepare a quality breakfast and at least two other good meals (even if they’re two more breakfasts), you don't gotta worry about those 50 extra pounds. On the brunch side, you’ll eat ridiculously big, relatively inexpensive, boozy, and delicious meals with your boo every weekend, so obviously that’s ideal.