The Art Of Sending Nudes

The Art Of Sending Nudes

Happy Friday Purgators!

“Send nudes!”

This is something most of us have been asked at one point or another and something most of us have also done. Sending nudes or naughty photos is perfectly acceptable especially in today’s day and age but along with this millennial phenomenon there is a certain unspoken etiquette/cover your ass protocol that goes along with it.

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Midweek Hustle: The Trifecta Of Dating

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Happy Humpday Purgators!

Before The Brunette went on her date with Mr. Foot Fetish, she had some thoughts on her mind and posed an interesting question on Twitter.

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The reason why she asked this question was because Mr. Foot Fetish checked two of the three “boxes.” He had a good job (lawyer) and what she thought was a good personality (boy was she wrong), however he was lacking in the looks department. The Brunette was curious to know if other people felt the same way she did, do you require the person you’re dating to have all three qualities, looks, personality and career or are there two in particular that you need in order to make a successful relationship?

Overwhelmingly, of all the people that responded looks and personality were top of the list. Now, some of you may be saying “duh” while others are questioning the popular response. We understand the answer to this question varies from person to person, so we wanted to put ourselves out there and explain what our thoughts are on the matter at hand.

The Brunette: Personally, I am totally content with just two of the three options, those being personality and looks. Personality is the most important factor for me since looks fade and a career can be fickle. It’s important for the person I’m with to have a good personality because I need someone who will make me laugh and allow me to feel like I’m in good company whenever I’m with them. Even though looks can be totally subjective, I think it’s important to have the physical chemistry with someone. After going out with Mr. Foot Fetish my original stance was confirmed, having a “good” career does not guarantee a fat wallet and someone with a modest career could have good finances.

The Blonde: I have never given much thought to this trifecta of looks, personality and career, especially the notion of having to pick two of the three. I’ve always felt it was important to find someone who had all three of these qualities – which is probably why I’m still single. Sometimes I wonder if this is even attainable but at this point I’m in no rush and will continue to live in my own little world thinking that my Mr. Trifecta is out there.

We’d love to hear from you, what are your thoughts on the trifecta of dating. Let us know in the comments section below or tweet us @FirstDatePurg.

xoxo

-The Blonde & The Brunette

 

I Should’ve Just Said No

I Should've Just Said No

Happy Friday Purgators and to all our friends in Canada, have a great long weekend!

You may have read a few of my tweets on Sunday talking about a date I had later that evening, I prefaced the date by saying it would go either really well or horribly wrong. Well, it went horribly, horribly wrong. I had written a post previously about my worst date ever but this has now since trumped it.

I started chatting to Mr. Foot Fetish* on OKCupid. His first few messages were a bit odd but I tried to look past them. I happened to be on my girls trip with The Blonde and our two other friends when this initial conversation started to happen. I was reading the text messages to everyone asking for their opinion on what I should do, the room was divided. The Blonde and I said no while the other two girls thought I should go for it. He did seem like a nice guy and really, how harmful could a foot fetish be? (his opening line was talking about rubbing my feet).

We exchanged numbers and had relatively good banter, he had a good sense of humour. The red flag should have been when I asked him to send me a picture of himself and he refused, weird right?

On Sunday, the day of our date, I asked if we were meeting at the location he initially picked out. He offered to give me a ride and I decided to take him up on it, I ended up regretting that decision by the end of the night.

He was almost ten minutes late picking me up but alas he arrived. I hopped in his car and looked over at the driver’s seat, he looked way different than the photo’s on his profile, like ten years older different.

Off we went to the restaurant, he was such a slow and cautious driver that it made for a much longer drive than it needed to be. We finally arrived to the restaurant and as we were walking up he confessed that the reason he chose this place in particular was that he knew there was a T.V. that he could watch the hockey game on (wtf, isn’t that what PVR is for?)

The night took a complete nose dive as soon as we sat down. The game was not on the television so he proceeded to ask two different servers if they would put it on. He then made fun of my drink choice (I wanted a tequila based drink but “apparently only 18 year olds drink tequila”). He said women that drink beer are not ladylike. Instead of signalling the waiter over to order, he yelled his order across the lounge. Worst of all, he made two offensive racial comments about immigrants and “poor Americans.” This is just the highlight reel.

I could not hide the disgust I had for him and I knew he could see it plastered across my face. I was so mortified to be on this date that I was literally counting down the seconds until it was over. At one point he made a comment, “I bet you can’t wait for this date to be over so you can tell The Blonde how it went.” Even he knew he was a shitty date.

The icing on this truly horrible date was when we he was paying for our bill his card got declined. Now, had the date gone differently I probably would have offered to pay but it was so bad I couldn’t even offer any sort of monetary compensation. He ended up paying half cash, half credit.

Don’t forget, I still had to get a ride home with him. That was the longest 15 minutes of my life.

As we were saying goodnight, my hand on the door as I was trying to escape, he tried to go in for the kiss and told me how nice of a night he had. I quickly ducked, gave him a light hug and jumped out of the car so fast that I tripped on my own feet and almost fell.

I have not heard from Mr. Foot Fetish since and I have never been so relieved. I guess his lawyer deductive skills were strong enough to know that I did not want to hear from him ever again.

Takeaway Message: If you’re on the fence about going on a date with someone there’s no point in wasting anyone’s time. Just say no.

xoxo

-The Brunette

 

Midweek Hustle: How To Spot A “Fuckboy”

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Happy Humpday Purgators!

We’ve talked a lot about fuckboys in this blog, whether it’s us dealing with them personally or watching them make their move on people we know – we’d like to think we’re pretty skilled at picking them out of a crowd.

In order to save you time and spare you the inconvenience, here are a few tried and tested ways to spot a classic fuckboy,

  • Snapchat chatter: Even though they have your number a fuckboy will still strike up convo on Snapchat and if you call them out on it, they’ll play dumb and act super coy.
  • “Let’s chill”: They say they want to chill but never actually make any plans. All talk, no walk.
  • “Hey, what’s up?”: Who starts conversation that way?! A fuckboy, that’s who. This is their classic go to line, not only is it unoriginal but it’s nearly impossible to actually keep a conversation going with an opener like that.
  • Old school wink: Ugh, the old school winky face. We’re not talking about the emoji wink face, we’re talking ;). Classic fuckboy.
  • Excessive compliments/pet names: If he’s calling you “babe”, “cutie”, “honey” or “sweetie”, he’s  a fuckboy. If he’s paying you compliment after compliment, again…he’s a fuckboy. Steer clear.
  • Self-absorbed: A fuckboy never asks you questions about yourself, it’s all about him and what he can get out of you.
  • Weekend warrior: If he texts you on Friday at 9pm or Saturday at 10:30pm – you my friend are talking to a fuckboy.
  • Basic name: If his name is something like Chris, Paul, Dan, Jon or Sean – chances are he’s a fuckboy.

Keep these warning signs in your back pocket for the next time you think you might be dealing with a fuckboy – chances are, you are.

xoxo

-The Blonde & The Brunette

 

The Beginning Of A New Era

The Beginning Of A New Era

Happy Friday Purgators!

The time has finally arrived, a time both The Brunette and I knew would eventually come but maybe not this soon – I have run out of dates to write about.

I’m pretty open and honest about my dating history (or lack there of) and have been quite vocal about my strong dislike towards the dating scene. We talk a lot about individual datings styles and if I were to explain mine it would be the perfect combination of avoidance and simply not caring.

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