I'll give you some background: Last weekend me and my late twenty-something pals ventured into a party we'd heard about through a mutual friend. The moment I walked into it I immediately began having flashbacks of SAE and Sigma Nu keg parties at Ole Miss that I attended circa 7 years ago. <minus the suffocatingly potent Southern accents, confederate flags and shorter than short khaki shorts donned by the "brothers."> I felt old and awkward but my friend Sarah was in town visiting so I had to show her a good time. I brushed off my "senior" insecurities and decided to let loose, headbang and have fun amongst the recent college grads (and by "recent" I mean class of 2011).
Enter: Scott. or was it Steve? Whatever. All I knew was he was cute, smart, preppy but not in a douchey way, and he seemed to be paying attention to me. Oh yeah, and as I mentioned before - he was 23. Long story shart, I ended up going back to his place
to play video games as his roommates were having people over. The minute I set foot in his apartment I knew I wouldn't be staying for long. Tapestries, ramen, comic books - oh my! I felt like Mary Kay Letourneau. The place was one bunk bed away from being a legit summer camp cabin. I felt like Carrie in that episode of Sex and the City (minus the nose and puns) when she dates that young comic book writer with the fried chicken.
|here's hoping there's still hope for us single gals. SJP, you're kind of frightening me in this pic.|
Why is this story relevant? I'll tell you: we are embarking on Bachelor/ Bachelorette week here at Toe Pick SF as a way to try and help all you single, late twenty/ early thirty somethings living in SF. It is becoming borderline unbearable to be a single person in a city filled with gay men, hermaphordites, PDA-ing couples, Ted Kazinski lookalikes, gel-head Marina douches, 22 year-olds, drag queens and dead heads. I hope that my Bachelor/ Bachelorette entries will give all of you singles out there hope - there actually are cute single people left in this city filled with such a motley assemblage of humans.
Now for some TOE PICKS of the week. Enjoy my snapshots:
1. Boner on the Bus
|this photo doesn't do "it" justice - but you get the point: The Muni bus is not big enough to pitch a tent in - take it outside buddy.|
2. Don't Pick a pole to reaffirm your wedgie (wish i could take cred for this)
3. Don't pick: a Bud Light hat
|This girl rocked this makeshift bud light box hat all night last weekend. It was an amazing show of confidence. It's actually a Do Pick now that I think about it. Nice work, sister.|
DO PICK's: 1.Wine cooler contraption that looks like a
2. Do Pick: beautiful, dense fog blanketing the Bay like it was last Friday morning. I'll gladly sacrifice straight, frizz free locks for a view like this.
Ok - I gotta get back to watching "Sexting in Suburbia" on Lifetime. Hope this entry got you jazzed for Bachelor/ Bachelorette week here on Toe Pick!
PS. almost forgot: I'd like to share with you this gem of a facebook message I received last week. Doesn't get much better than this folks:
January 26Greg Schundler