Why You Should Brunch This Weekend (Including Tonight)

If someone hasn't texted, Gchatted, emailed, or called you already asking what you're doing tonight, then they're going to soon. And we have an answer for you:

You're going to brunch tonight.

And you're going to brunch all weekend.

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Why I Should Stop Using Dating Apps

By Cazey Williams As I've discussed in a previous blog, I am on several dating apps - but I don't do anything on them. Sure, I match with people and have the occasional discourse, but I have no intention of asking anyone out barring extraordinary circumstances like I don't have homework that week. (Maybe over winter break then?)

Since I recognize this in myself, I have told myself to stop matching with people because it gives false hope to the ladies - but then I don't stop because what else do I do while eating lunch out of Tupperware? Yet I never thought it was to my detriment until last weekend.

The scene: Happy hour at a classy museum. My friend invited me along with several of her friends. I meet "Lisa" who's nice and all that, but as unmemorable as her dating profile because I don't recognize her.

A cider in, I ask Lisa what she does. She squints her eyes when she responds: She's in pre-something school, but she wants to be a doctor, a specific kind of doctor - and it hits me, I've had this conversation before. Ten days ago. With the same exact person.

"I think I need a glass of wine," I announce.

In line to order, I check my recent Bagel Meets Coffee chats, and yup, there she is. Hey, Lisa.


Now acutely aware that Lisa is my failed-to-launch dating app match - and I'm pretty sure she's known it the whole time - I spend the rest of the evening gulping from my wineglass and SnapChatting/texting my best friends. Meanwhile, Lisa talks with my friend about some guy she had just gone on a date with. A phone is passed around with a picture of the guy.

I glance at the screen and pass it like a hot potato. I mean, it really wasn't that awkward. Maybe she didn't realize (oh, but she did). But this was a great example of why I should stop futilely swiping right on people and even engaging in conversation.

Lisa decided to leave before dinner. She waved goodbye to the group. We made no eye contact, but I ad-libbed, "Nice to meet you."

My friend turned to me. "You're flushed."

"Oh, you know . . . the wine."