Category Archives: bad lines

A Royal Mix-Up at Queen Vic

Posted on July 20, 2011 by

“Ryan!” I leaned over the bar and motioned him close. “Closer!” I hissed, darting my eyes around us. “What’s up?” he whispered back, a bottle of Jack and a shot glass between us. “I’m meeting a guy here! And… I … Continue reading →

Posted in bad lines, beer, date picks, favorite bars, first date, h street, Lip Service, my life is a romcom, Not A Lucky Girl, Queen Vic, Shoes, The Real Mr. T | 10 Comments

Lesson: No Excuses are Good Enough to Keep Standing You Up

Posted on March 5, 2011 by

I have been stood up four times recently by the same person. Yes, you read that correctly. I said four. It may initially elicit this response, “What the fuck were you doing trying to see him after the first time?!” … Continue reading →

Posted in bad lines, lessons, out with W, Rejection, Roommate E, The Bartender | 10 Comments

Update: I Don’t Like Grilled Cheese

Posted on February 7, 2011 by

I admit it – even after the tasteless, even bordering on offensive drunk texts that The Bartender sent me Friday and Saturday nights, I wasn’t 100% against going out with him. I mostly was. I was a solid 95% against … Continue reading →

Posted in bad lines, ending it template, Rock & Roll hotel, The Bartender | 7 Comments

Grilled Cheese for the Chinese New Year

Posted on February 6, 2011 by

“Hey, you’re the girl that told the dirty joke!” The Bartender was excited as he handed me my vodka cranberry. Yes, that’s me. The last time I played the Spelling Buzz at Rock and Roll Hotel, I circumvented spelling my … Continue reading →

Posted in bad lines, Biv, favorite bars, h street, out with W, ridiculous stories, Rock & Roll hotel, so wasted, spelling buzz, The Bartender, toki underground | 3 Comments

Lesson #2: Old Chicks Like it in the Ass and Other Signs You’ve Flirt with a Jerk

Posted on October 6, 2010 by

This is the one about C and Roommate E out on the town that ends with a dick in the mouth pick-up line. Have you heard it? Let me back up. After a few rounds at D.C.’s first Jewish/Irish bar … Continue reading →

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