Where is the love?

Dear Ms. Menhattan,

I’m getting up there in age and I have yet to find the one. You know, like a soul mate. Every time I think I’ve found him something goes wrong. I have no idea what to do. Living in the city makes it hard to settle down. I just want some stability. How can I find the one and fall in love?

Sincerely,
The hopeless romantic

Take Control of Your Destiny

We are all looking for love in the city. But most of it is based on chance. Some people are luckier than others. If a guy doesn’t call you shouldn’t worry. If it’s meant to be then it will be. But you have to know what you are looking for. Just sex? Or love? Don’t blame fate. Take control of your own destiny.

Love,
Ms. Menhattan

Book Store to Booty Call

Dear Ms. Menhattan,

So I went on a date with this guy I met at a bookstore in Union Square. Since I met him at a bookstore I figured he had to be worth going on a date with. Meeting a guy that reads is so rare in the city. I had to jump on it! Anyway, we go out to this little restaurant on a Wednesday… This I though was weird, who plans a date in the middle of the week. Come to find out that he is a bartender on the weekends. He asked me to stop by his bar on Saturday night. After the night was over he asked me to go back to his place but I told I have a 5-date rule and I won’t go home with anyone until at least the fifth date.

Then Sunday rolled around and he didn’t call. But I figured he would call Monday, but he didn’t. Then Tuesday rolled around, then Wednesday and then Thursday. I gave up on waiting for him to call. New York City is like an ocean of men so I am not worried about this one guy; there are plenty other fish in this sea. But then Saturday night at around 8 I get a call from the bookstore guy saying come to a party in Soho. I decided to go, I had nothing better to do.

He asked me again to go back to his place. This time I said yes. And it was HOT! He was just so… so good. We texted the whole week and then next weekend I met him at his bar again and I let him take me home… again.

It went on like this for weeks. I never saw him unless it was dark outside and a weekend. Then I realized I was a BOOTY CALL. How could I let myself become a booty call!! But the sex is so great, how could I give this up. I can’t seem to decide If I should go by my morals or my sex drive.

Sincerely,
Love or Lust

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

I hope you all have an amazing Valentine’s Day! Whether you’re going on a hot date, having a girl’s night or staying in cuddled up watching lifetime movies. Enjoy this day. Because this day is about love and if you don’t have someone else to love, love yourself.

Love,
Ms. Menhattan

Single Awareness Day

The day is coming. You all know what I mean. The day that is a constant reminder of how single I am. All year I am reminded that I am strong, I am independent and I don’t need a man. Well, on Valentines Day strong and independent goes out the window. You have to have a date because people will ask if you have a date. And if you say no, you get the “aww” face. I hate that face. I want to punch that face. They try to seem like they’re sad that you don’t have a date but mostly they are laughing at you on the inside. It also sucks when someone try’s to get you to come out on their date like, “I’m sure my boyfriend won’t mind “. No, sorry I much rather be alone than third wheel on the most romantic day of the year.

But my favorite has to be the “How could you not have a date, you’re so pretty”. Clearly not pretty enough! And I would like to not be reminded of that thank you very much. I just want to move pass Valentines Day as if it never happened. I want to go home after work, eat some ice cream and pop in an 80’s movie and pretend that it is just another day of the year.

So if you haven’t noticed I am not excited for the rest of this week.

Love,
Ms. Menhattan

Excusez-moi??

Dear Ms. Menhattan,

So I go on a date with this guy and he seemed really nice. He made reservations at a this intimate restaurant and we sat there for hours! We never ran out of something to talk about. We had a lovely three course meal and he let me order whatever my little heart desired. Then the check rolled around and BOOM he asked me to pay half the bill! I was so appalled that I whipped out my 11th grade french with a whopping, EXCUSEZ-MOI?! I figured he would pay the bill, I mean he picked this expensive restaurant to begin with. What was I supposed to think!

I paid my half and got out of there as quick as I possibly could. But he keeps calling me and texting me. He’s such a great guy and I think I want to see him again. What am I going to do? Is it wrong to expect the guy to pay? I am completely lost on the rules of dating.

Sincerely,
Dazed and confused