2008 Woodie Awards
New ideas: the Boston dating scene
Alissa Atkinson
Issue date: 9/20/01 Section: Lifestyle
Friday night rolls around, and you find yourself gazing into the eyes of your significant other (or prospective significant other, at a safe distance) wondering, “What is there to do in this lovely city?”
After asking your boyfriend/girlfriend/stalk object, “What do you want to do?” numerous times, they respond with, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” (Or, if it’s the stalk object, “Get away from me you creep!”) This cycle can go on for hours, leading to irritability and frustration.
Although I am a clueless new Bostonian, I made an executive decision to get out there and go on as many dates as possible to research this important topic.
I know what you’re thinking. “This girl just used this article as an excuse to get dates. All she did was go out and have fun.”
You have a good point. It’s a flawless pick-up line: “So, I’m writing this article…” Really! It even worked! I didn’t look the least bit desperate (by the way, I’m still single, my extension is 7517), and it was fun for the most part.
Here is a play-by-play of all the dates I went on for your sake.
The first date was with Geoffrey, a happy-go-lucky comedian with the tendency to say “Yay!” whenever anything went his way.
Although neither of us were very familiar with the area, we ventured into Harvard Square. Our first stop was a cute little shop called The Funny Farm: A silly store for silly people.
Aside from being the corniest, most typical place to take a goofball on a date, it was a fun time.
We played with insanely comical wind-up toys and read children’s joke books to each other (Q: Why can’t a bike stand on its own? A: Because it’s two-tired! Get it?).
After laughing our asses off, we went next door to an Italian café called Cafe Paradiso. The mouth-watering latte and key lime cheesecake made up for the unfortunate conversation about our favorite presidents (Geoffrey’s was Chester Alan Arthur. Need I say more?).
After asking your boyfriend/girlfriend/stalk object, “What do you want to do?” numerous times, they respond with, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” (Or, if it’s the stalk object, “Get away from me you creep!”) This cycle can go on for hours, leading to irritability and frustration.
Although I am a clueless new Bostonian, I made an executive decision to get out there and go on as many dates as possible to research this important topic.
I know what you’re thinking. “This girl just used this article as an excuse to get dates. All she did was go out and have fun.”
You have a good point. It’s a flawless pick-up line: “So, I’m writing this article…” Really! It even worked! I didn’t look the least bit desperate (by the way, I’m still single, my extension is 7517), and it was fun for the most part.
Here is a play-by-play of all the dates I went on for your sake.
The first date was with Geoffrey, a happy-go-lucky comedian with the tendency to say “Yay!” whenever anything went his way.
Although neither of us were very familiar with the area, we ventured into Harvard Square. Our first stop was a cute little shop called The Funny Farm: A silly store for silly people.
Aside from being the corniest, most typical place to take a goofball on a date, it was a fun time.
We played with insanely comical wind-up toys and read children’s joke books to each other (Q: Why can’t a bike stand on its own? A: Because it’s two-tired! Get it?).
After laughing our asses off, we went next door to an Italian café called Cafe Paradiso. The mouth-watering latte and key lime cheesecake made up for the unfortunate conversation about our favorite presidents (Geoffrey’s was Chester Alan Arthur. Need I say more?).