Glocally Newark

The 5 Single Guys You Meet in Newark

My best friend is newly single, so this is my little guide, for all the single women, of the men you will undoubtedly meet out in Newark.

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On Love, And Zombies

Zombies cemeteries and your boyfriend, sounds like the making of low budget horror film, but actually, it was my last date...

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The Eyes Have It

According to a very unofficial poll that I conducted on my male friends, the sexiest part of a woman’s body (other than the obvious two) is her eyes. So I took a trip to Lash Out, on our beloved Halsey St., to find out how to make this sexy body part even more seductive.

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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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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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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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A Bar with Balls

Three different things come to mind when I hear the word balls. The literal type... The "other" literal type... and the metaphorical type. This past week at Hell's Kitchen I've experienced all three...

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