Glocally Newark

It Just Clicked

Art, be it a photo, a sculpture or a song, has the power to bring people together in the most unusual of ways... All three contributed to a very interesting kiss, but I think it tasted more like Jameson than cherry ChapStick...

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Newark’s Last Single Girl

Based on my highly unscientific calculations, there are approximately 74,000 single people in Brick City. So why, on Valentine's Day, do I feel like Newark's last single girl? Join me as I live blog about being alone on the most romantic day of the year...

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It Pays To Ask

I call it “the reach”, the obligatory reach for the wallet when the bill comes at the end of a dinner date. Usually your date will tell you not to be silly, HE took YOU out, but what happens when he doesn’t? What happens if he isn’t what you think he is? I’ve learned that it pays to ask…

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All About the Details

“Well I was nervous about the whole internet dating thing, but he seems nice and normal,” I said over the running water as I washed my hands. “He will like you. You’re a pretty girl and he will appreciate the little details,” he responded, pointing at my nails. “You pay now, ok?”…

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My One Night Love Affair with Politics

The Prudential Center was host to a very special event Tuesday night. Earlier in the day, Chris Christie was sworn in as the 55th governor of New Jersey, and when all the official ceremonies were over, it was time for the two parties to come together for one celebration in our fair city.

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A Stimulating Trip into NYC

Amanda A. ventures into the city for a stimulating evening with a magic box that, with the flick of a switch and in under 3 minutes, has women (and the occasional man) crying out and a nosey wife curious as to what’s going on “In the Room Next Door”…

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Starting Off Single

As the ball dropped on New Year’s Eve, my heart did a little too. Surrounded by friends in the middle of MiSaVi, but I had no one to kiss at midnight. I decided then and there that I would not turn into one of those drunken crying girls by the end of the night, but would rather take this time as an opportunity to look back at my dating disasters of 2009 and make a list of resolutions to be a better, happier Amanda in the new year. So here they are- the five New Year’s goals of a single girl in Newark.

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NYE Live Blogging from MiSaVi

A New Year brings many things: resolutions, a fresh start, the sudden desire to join a gym... But tonight, we partake in the most important thing that comes with a new year: a whole lot of drinking, partying and spending time celebrating with the people that matter most! I'm here live at MiSaVi to ring in the New Year with the fine and foxy people of Brick City. I've got my glass of champagne and am turning over my post to them, so let the live blogging begin!!!

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Live from Mistletoe Match at Hell’s Kitchen

According to Scandinavian folklore, two people that meet under mistletoe are obliged to kiss. Now I’m not aware of a large Scandinavian population here in Brick City, but that isn’t stopping the singles from pouring into Hell’s Kitchen for their Mistletoe Match. The premise is simple, find the person who has the mate to your mistletoe, but I’m curious to see what happens when a few drinks are involved. So I’m here to live-blog, see what the singles are saying and hopefully find the package that Santa can’t wrap up and put under my tree! (*wink wink*) Let the guest blogging begin!

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It Starts with a Spark

“You destination is approaching on the right in .5 miles,” the electronic woman in my GPS informs me. I am nervous- plain and simple. At work I couldn’t concentrate in anticipation of spending some time with the gorgeous man I met at Hell’s Kitchen. He invited me come to his house and just hang out, very low key. “You have arrived,” she chimes. I look at where I am, the number is correct, I’m on the right street, but this isn’t exactly the kind of house I was anticipating... and what I found inside could be considered anything but expected.

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