I once had a terrible dream that my back was covered with intricately horrible and unrelated kitschy tattoos.
I really need to stop reading ugly tattoo blogs before I go to sleep. Or maybe Dr. Phil would do a quick huddle with Dr. Freud and say it had something to do with my feelings on commitment. Like my difficulty committing to a domain/username. You know, branding…it’s an art I have yet to master 
Normally, I’m not a chick who has an automatic attraction to tattoos and piercings–and haven’t dated any guys decorating in that fashion. However, I suppose that is one comforting thought about men with the traditionally rebellious and now commoditized version of “individuality”–they’re not afraid of a major commitment. You can’t just wash that shit off your skin like some well-timed sharpie graffiti gracing your fratty face following a night of too much Keystone Light, no sirree.
Conversely, I think all us gals know (or should know) at this point that you’ll want to save inking-levels of commitment for when you’re surely more than sure you’re sure. I’m talking of course, of the ill-fated “Let-me-tattoo-his-name-slash-symbol-of-our-love-to-my-body,” which means almost certain death to the relationship one was so enthusiastic to cement. Just look at Heather of “Rock of Love” fame–this VH1 reality dating show featured Bret Michaels of Poison dating a variety of strippers, pornstars, alcoholics, and all of the above. For the finale of the show–not only does Bret NOT pick Heather, his name tattooed to her neck, but chose the second girl, and now has had a sequel. A cautionary tale.
Boston is a great place for single (girls). Or so I’ve heard.
Let’s start with the obvious; being a college town, there’s a plethora of similarly-aged undergrads and grad students living, studying, and working in the city. In Boston’s case especially, you have a great universities with a scientific and mathematical focus–careers that go on to have a large concentration of men. Sure, Silicon Valley is where software giants reside, but these manly Boston grads go on to star in the innovation and technology scene on the rise in Cambridge and the metro area. And not to forget the great capital behind these start-ups, Boston houses much of the financial institutions and the slick suited bankers that complete the picture.
Boston also has a strong sports following, full of die-hard Red Sox, Celtics, and Patriots fans. Fenway Park is in the heart of , and sports bars are sprinkled throughout the city. Pub crawls, beer fests, and micro breweries abound. If you don’t need to be glued to a hi-def screen, much of the clubs and other nightlife are also close to Fenway. The clubs in Boston are primarily for people 21+, unlike New York City as I’ve heard–where underage folks get into the clubs all the time. So I guess there’s the assurance of knowing if you happen to meet someone, you should be able to get drinks another time, right?
In conclusion, I am still riding the single train, despite these great “opportunities” in this fine city. It’s definitely tough to go out and mingle when the majority of my good friends are all dating each other. More on that another time. Any suggestions for a destination with a relatively low amount of awkwardness arriving stag and meeting new people?
