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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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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Nice To “Meat” You

"Its 2:30 AM," a groggy voice mumbles though my Bluetooth. "I know, but I wanted someone to know where I'm going." I tell my best friend. "And where might that be?" she asks. "Staten Island for a nightcap. I met a guy at Hell's." "Didn't you have a blind date at Mompou?" "I'll explain later. Just know that if you here about a girl chopped up ala Dexter in Staten Island on the news tomorrow morning, come claim the body." "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she tells me, just as I pull up to his house...

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I Don’t Need No Love, All I Need is the DJ (Pookie Johnson)

I run my fingers through my long dark hair, down the curve of my breasts, in the dip of my waist and back over my hips. My breathing is heavy and I'm glistening with just a hint of sweat. My heart is racing, body moving in an almost primal way. I'm in extacy... And it is all because of one man. His name is Pookie and no I'm not in bed with him this Friday night. I'm dancing at Adega Lounge, and he is mixing live. You see Pookie is actually DJ Pookie Johnson, and I don't know if it is his charming good looks or his sexy music, but women want to drop their panties whenever he drops beats. Tonight I'm lucky enough to meet this man and find out what causes this reaction in women all over Newark, and hopefully find out what the illustrious Pookie's real name is.

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First Date with Our New Relationship Columnist

Hi, my name is Amanda, and I am GlocallyNewark’s new dating and relationship columnist. Three years ago, I moved to Newark because I was in love. The relationship didn’t last, but my love for the city grew exponentially. Now I’m single and looking for love in the city that holds a special place in my heart.

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