With Valentine’s Day just a week away, I’m coming to the realization that this year might not be the end of my dateless-streak that I hoped it’d be.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, my friends.

Some background on Gracie:
- My music preference is cheesy pop songs and snobby indie jams.
- I can eat more than the average grown man.
- I tend to think that I’m like, really funny.
Rules for entry:
- You must know what a blog is.
- Never under any circumstances are rose petals romantic.
- T-shirts with any sort of tattoo/wing design are not acceptable. Ever.
Eligibility:
- Pretty much any guy over 18.
- But no one whose job description is solely “musician” or “model.”
- English-speaking is preferred, but not mandatory.
Method of payment:
- Dinner will suffice.
If you have any questions or think that this is something you’d be interested in, please call 555-I’m-joking-but-sort-of-totally-serious.












These days, just about everyone and their mom (literally) uses text messaging. And, like other forms of media, texting has added a new set of rules when it comes to communicating with one another.