The Story of Jason Segel, the Reformed Commitment-Phobe

DbagDating_JasonSegelIllustration by the uber-talented Kelcey Vossen

In the game of sourcing Dbag Dating content, I often feel like the mountain that is constantly chasing down Muhammad via every Bumble and Raya vehicle available, which makes it quite nice when Muhammad occasionally shows up to the mountain in the form of a completely impromptu encounter, reaffirming my faith that meeting unhinged human beings really is my true calling.

Let’s throw it back one month, to the first Friday night in February. #DryJanuary is officially over, I’m back to myself drinking, the world is making sense again. I also have no social life to speak of, so I take a friend up on an offer to go to some random guy’s going-away party in Nolita. Two hours later, I’m standing in the middle of one of the most bizarre places I have ever been to in NYC – it’s called Tropical 128 and it looks like a merger between a Cancun beach bar and a traditional pool hall, swarming with underage NYU kids and the occasional LES hipster. Our party is concentrated by the pool table, where I spot human kryptonite in the form of a tall, tattooed, man-bunned hipster strutting around with a pool stick and a very serious look on his face. It’s one of those situations where I can probably spend all night swapping cool stats with him if I really want to, except that it’s a new year and I have resolved to grow a brain.

“Do you think ‘View Collect’ is a good name for a company?”

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The Story of Papi Mezcal

DbagDating_PapiMezcal_KelceyVossenIllustration by the amazingly talented Kelcey Vossen.

Going on a sober date is difficult enough.

Going on a sober date with a 45 year-old photographer who is chugging down Mezcal like he’s on his first Cancun Spring Break, while projecting the sins of his Russian ex-wife on you, is difficult on an altogether new level, best categorized as Dante’s Malebolge.

Papi Mezcal and I met as a result of a fleeting experimental mood in which I temporarily tampered with my Raya age settings, one of those momentary lapses of judgment that comes from looking at too much Birkin-Gainsbourg paraphernalia. To my credit, he was a young-looking 45, with a punchy slideshow that advertised his numerous tattoos, globetrotting adventures, and overall affinity towards all things cool and colorful. Numbers were exchanged, and, by some technological glitch that I still cannot comprehend, he suddenly appeared on my Snapchat feed (Follow me! marinakhorosh! I’m awesome at it!), the yellow hole of procrastination where nobody’s life mundanities go unnoticed. This is when I discovered that Papi Mezcal was a rare Snapchat wunderkind way beyond (or, in this case, before) his years. Picture Snapchat videos of ample-bodied security guards, walking backwards in slow-motion with emoji donuts in their hands and turds on their behinds – an imagination level that, for normal people, only comes by way of Cannabis but, for Papi Mezcal, seemed to come via steady flow of creative genius.

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A Viking Tale

A VIKING TALE DBAG DATING

Hi guys! I’m back! I apologize, but even the most committed pr0-bono bloggers occasionally have to take a short break in favor of.. Proliferating their alcoholism? Field research? Luckily for us, New York provides both in abundance, offering a two-week plethora of holiday festivities that finally reached their cumulative peak this past Saturday, bringing alongside a Dbag Dating fairy-tale that truly captures the holiday spirit!

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The Voice

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Some men speak only when spoken to. Others (the best kind) only speak when they have something valuable to say. And then there are the third kind, the ones who think that every trivial thought in their head is worth articulating. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet The Voice, a man who’s pretentious Queen’s English still rings in my head like an incessant buzzing bee, threatening to morph into a fragment of my paranoid nightmares.

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The DutchBag

DBAG DATING THE DUTCHBAG

Following suite to the “To Pay or Not to Pay” debate, we bring to you The DutchBag, submitted by the very charming and talented Canadian writer Sandra Cigana. (Follow her on Instagram here in the anticipation of her own blog launch!)

Tinder, Tinder, Tinder, you addictive and instantly gratifying beast. I curse you, yet, for some reason, refuse to delete you. That being said, in a mere few months of attempting to tame the beast, I have enough material to keep my (mostly married or committed) friends roaring with laughter / smiling with looks of “when are you going to get yourself together or settle down so we can have baby showers and bond over nipple creams?!”

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TBT: The Story of Enrique Iglesias

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Being back in New York is bringing back memories. Mainly, of how cool I used to be.

Maybe not that cool. But fun! Yes, I was fun. I used to get dressed up in crazy outfits. I used to hang out at The Beatrice Inn until the same wee hours that I now wake up for the Equinox MetCon3 class. I used to be the muse to socialite Latin musicians and run around pantless on Mulberry street, asking random men to jump-start my car.

Yeah, you heard me right. Now sit back and enjoy.

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