So maybe a date with yourself isn’t such a bad idea. I mean, to read what Brandon has to say about it, you’d think that there is nothing more freeing than reeking of curry while being able to sit in silence and catch up on the daily news. I’m jealous. Really, I am.

The difference between the male and female gender is a beautiful thing, you know.

While a rack of ribs will satisfy a brother, the female equivalent is vastly different. For starters, even committing to a solo date would be difficult for most of us. We’re more apt to call a girls’ night out instead. After all, we are the gender that can’t even go to the restroom alone, so the chances of us having dates with ourselves are very slim.

But it does happen occasionally. And when it does, it probably looks a little bit like this:

Why leave the house when it's just going to be me, myself, and I?

1) Attire. It’s good to know that we’re not the only ones obsessing in front of the mirror when a real date comes around. But while a guy is deciding which well-worn shirt he’s going to impress us with on the first date, our outfit will be brand new. Head to toe. Even our earrings. (Hint: Noticing and/or complimenting us will earn you favor.) However, if we’re on a date with ourselves, then we’re probably at home on our sofa in our favorite Old Navy pajama pants watching The Holiday for the twentieth time. Being presentable for public consumption takes time and effort, so if we’re really basking in our singleness, then we’re not fit to be seen by anyone. [Read more...]

If the International Olympic committee were to decide to add “Bacheloring” as an official sport, there is no doubt about my candidacy to represent the US of A. My merits in the cold pizza eating competition alone are enough to garner consideration as captain of the 2012 team headed to London. I can see it now…

“From the United States…now competing in the Vienna Sausages and SPAM recipe challenge…Brandon Howard!”

Unfortunately, the Austrian judge is always so critical of my technique and, ultimately, I have to give the edge to the German.

I coulda been a contender.

For the time being, my Olympic dream will have to be put on hold in lieu of the continuous occupational and social responsibilities of my life. I’m not complaining–I love staying busy. I enjoy nothing more than being with friends on weekends and letting my hair down–what’s left of it. An occasional night at home on the couch is also therapeutic, but typically I am the happiest when I’m outside of the 600-square foot, third-story castle in the sky that I call home.

About once a month, I get to the point that I need to just spend some relaxation time alone but I don’t want to be restrained by white walls of my apartment (along with the turkey sandwich and Seinfeld re-runs that come with it). It’s at that point that I head out for an exciting night on the town with one really cool guy–me. [Read more...]