A good friend of mine had good intentions in trying to set me up on a date with a friend of a friend he heard about.  Was a super friend but I've downgraded him to "good friend" until he gets to know me better - in other words, catches up to Young Professional Me and stops dwelling in University Days Me.  Here's the conversation that got us on that track:

Friend:  So I have someone I'd like you to meet.  When are you free?

"TAKE THAT WHITE FLOWER OUT OF YOUR HAIR!" came my mother's greeting as I got off the Go Train one summer evening's visit home.  "Why?  It's summery and cute, don't you think?" was my response.  Her tone of voice did not change, "TAKE IT OUT!  DID I DIE?  TAKE IT OUT!"  In a flurry of mixed emotions, I tore the flower out of my hair.  "It's from H&M mom!  What did I do so wrong?  Why are you so upset? Who died?" 

If getting to a man's heart is through his stomach, then I'm creating a gastric bypass.  If I have to cook anything past spreading (real) butter across Wonderbread toast and a coffee before 8:00am in the morning, YOU'RE asking too much!  But you brave (and tired soul) it's Wednesday evening and YOU want ME to COOK you dinner?  Please, sit down.  Listen to me, baby, because I'm only going to say this once.  Make - I can do.  Bake - I'm even better.  But cook?  Aww, baby I'm sorry if you thought dating a Korean was going to be like eating LA Kalbi everyday.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!  For some, that honor goes to Christmas, but for fashion lovers, it can only mean one thing:  Paris Fashion Week.  One magical week when the rues of Paris are packed with chic editors, pouty models and smooth-talking photographers all whipped up in a fashionable frenzy.  All the rooms are booked at the Ritz and the Plaza Athénée and you can forget about getting a table at Café Ruc!  For one week, Paris, or at least the 1e arrondissement, is completely consumed by fashion. Fashion Week  brings out the best (outfits) and the worst (egos) in people and suddenly everyone has an opinion, including yours truly!  So, faithful readers, permit me to walk you through the highs and lows of PFW: Be Still My Heart: Elie Saab The reviews were mixed, but I was entirely won over.  There was a hint of 1970s disco, but not too much to make you feel like a Diana, Bianca or Anjelica impersonator.  Some found it boring and lacking the flair and decadence of the Studio 54 era it channeled, but I found that the collection offered a modern, understated twist.  Above all, the collection was wearable.  I would be proud to Shake Shake Shake my booty down the street wearing any one of those looks!

What better way is there then to alleviate boredom at work by reading profiles on your favourite online dating site? Any guy or girl who has ever channel-surfed a site will likely have experienced the sensation in which you feel as though you have seen the same profile over and over again.  In fact, you're pretty sure you had just read this profile just minutes earlier, and it made so little an impact that you didn't even notice it.

The vast majority of the profiles I've read over the years have been pretty mediocre. Not terrible necessarily, just mediocre. Like that TV commercial you can only recognize if and when it comes on. A lot of sites try to force users to answer a slew of questions in an attempt to draw out something unique about the person, but all too often, many people respond with the same bland answers out of fear that someone will block them as soon as they find out what a huge Justin Beiber fan they are.