I think the designers at victorias secret may have had Salli and I in mind...

A little stocking stuffer...

Pay attention to stockings/corners/floors/etc. in your local watering holes...June and I have taken a liking to writing a nice note and our phone numbers on scraps of paper and putting them in obscure places.  Lately, we have decided that if we can possibly meet someone that way, there has to be some rhyme or reason for that person stumbling upon our lovely digits.

Whimsically,

Salli

My complementing post on compliments

My complementing post on compliments (see Grammar). So I decided to be more complimenting in my day to day activities and consequently this has lead to some interesting experiences (ie banning ourselves from Moes and Joes). One of my best friends from college, NoPantsMan, is currently visiting Atlanta, and just yesterday night we splurged a bit and went to Dub the Halls at the Masquerade. The handful of naked and promiscuously dressed attendees made it obvious that a great majority were having a lot of natural fun. So when a casually, but well-dressed beautiful creature magically appeared behind me, my attention immediately shifted from thrusting my upper body forward and waving my entire dominant arm to a maniacal beat. He had superbly structured face. And so I told him about it. However, once I actually turned and faced him, his entire aura strengthened. Lo and behold, oh miracle nights, oh heavenly masquerade, it was the real life diplomat and representative of Adrien Brody. Yes. Adrien Brody. And so I told him. I honestly didn’t have the intention of using this as a pick-up line (honestly), so I turned around and continued getting jiggy with my friends. However, after a few moments, he approached me and asked if I would like to dance. Helllooo Adrien. 


Elated,
June

Hi! You have a really lovely facial structure!

 Everybody loves compliments. No matter how specific or general, or who gives, we all secretly love compliments. For me, it’s an excuse to be more confident in that moment, to smile for no reason. I’ve personally noticed that these compliments go a lot further when they’re from someone unexpected. Thus, I’ve made it a goal (which may or may not be easier to accomplish with liquid confidence), to compliment more. So rather than just thinking ‘oh, what cute shoes!’ or ‘He has really kind eyes’, I’ve decided to boldly tell people how nice, fashionable, well structured, or talented they are. It’s been fun, and it’s a great way to meet people, girls and guys of all ages.

What lovely blog taste you have! J

June

“Hi, his name is John. Have you met John? This is my friend John.”

..Most interesting approach I had encountered…that week.  At our usual spot, Hand in Hand, we had walked into a sea of possibilities.  I met a guy who was an engineer of some sort, I think?  And his cute, but rude friend.  There were a few other groups of guys we encountered, but a pair of guys caught my eye, and then we apparently caught their eye.  It was awkward, “June, there are guys I was just looking at that are looking at us.  They are talking about us talking about them. Oh oh, umm..here they come.. they’re coming..approaching! Approaching!”

After we clearly met John, his friend Ed started to talk me up, and John to June.  I was disappointed because initially, I had been very attracted to John.  But I was excited for June because he was a good one.  But the whole interaction with John and Ed was peculiar.  Ed decided that they were done talking to us and abruptly walked off.  John seemed less enthused about leaving and ran off after him.  “Bye Weird Boys...” I thought to myself.  But then John reappeared and actually seemed interested in me.  I was so confused.  I wound down a bit after that, and decided it was time for me to call it a night.  John offered to walk me home, to my complete surprise.  Such a cute gentleman.  The walk was nice.  He stayed and had a drink and such..

Aaaanywhoo… Yet another fun and successful night for the pair of us.  Hand in Hand has not done us wrong yet.

Salli
....Have you met us? Because we may have met you...

Boys: Societal expectations exist for a reason..

Ok…So, at the risk of sounding redundant, I met this guy (2 days ago, at the always classy Dark Horse…). For whatever reason, my favorite opening line is quickly becoming “Hi, you’re cute!” Call me tactless, but I would choose to consider myself direct and straight forward—my methods save time and energy that could be allocated otherwise.  So far it has worked out well.

Anywhoooo…He asked me to grab a drink with him and a couple friends, and so I brought a friend as well.  We got to the meeting place, and he had a girl with him?  Call me old fashioned, but if you ask a girl to meet up for drinks and you’re interested in her, you should proooobably not bring another girl with you.  And pay for her drinks.  And drive her home.  And then call me expecting to hang out.  Just sayin…  I am a major fan of unconventional dating approaches, but when they appear in the form of a female 3rd wheel on what was supposed to be a date, I'm going to wish you two the best.  For the sake of pointing out the obvious (or so I thought), I’m just going to go out on a limb and say that’s not ok. 


Apprehensive about your courting approaches,


Salli   

...Have YOU met us? Well....have you?

To the AMish:

Monday evenings at Dark Horse is a sad sad scene. Aging party animals, older couples, the occasional young person that may be able to hold a legit conversation. But after only a few seconds, it’s impossible to ignore the vibrations and distinct beat insistently traveling from your feet through to your heart. It’s five bucks each to follow your gut to the basement of Dark Horse. This last night, Salli and I only had eight bucks total, with about $1.39 in change. The bouncers were lovely and turned down our change, and accepted our measly $8. Immediately, it’s obvious that 89% of the fun people in the Highlands are dancing to karaoke graced by a live band. It’s worth saving your pennies. It’s an semi-underground ambiguously hipster (does that mean they’re true hipsters? How ironic) crowd. A lot of people we met were either musicians or graduate students at Emory or Tech. It seemed like a more mature crowd that had their heads on straight, which was surprisingly refreshing. Just a warning, you can’t buy pitchers downstairs. Karaoke starts at 10 and lasts until 2amish (after re-reading this, I’ve realized I need to clarify. I’m not suggested that the party goes ‘to Amish’ but rather to two in the morning, ish)

(12/3 Footnote: Two of our girlfriends visited Dark Horse recently on a Monday, and actually claimed that there were more people of better quality upstairs than there were downstairs. So try it out yourself. Explore.) 

Always adventuring, 

June

We prefer nice people.

Both Salli and I are recent college graduates. She stayed in her home state and attended her state university. I ventured out of state and graduated from a small liberal arts college. I’ve realized that my alma mater, lets call it Aloha College (that sounds fun), really provided me with a skewed view of what the ‘real world’ was like. Being such a small school, everybody knew everybody, and every bit of dirt and rumor about them. Consequently, on a rare occasion, when one did meet somebody new, all you had to do was turn to the person to your right and then Bam, you knew whether or not they could be trusted, who they’ve slept with, and what kind of social economic background they originated from. It was strangely and fictionally bizarre. Since we’ve begun meeting truck loads of people, I’ve realized that I really don’t know anything about these people. Sometimes we’ve invited them into our homes, sometime’s we’ve given them rides, sometimes we’ll end up at someone’s apartment. Although this is very normal for a socially active single, the idea that these people could figuratively fuck you over, it is a bit unnerving.

Be careful out there… I know that I am naïve, trust easily and love quickly (not necessarily romantically, but just in general). It’s very rare that I’m not with a wingwoman (unless I’m hiding behind a book at the Porter or Brick Store), which acts like one of those huge foam bicycle helmets that special little kids wear to keep you from unwillingly cracking your brain on some boy’s bed frame. (Graphic much?)

Yours truly,

June

Seduce me with your proper tense

I think grammar is sexy. I should clarify, I think having good grammar is sexy. Good quality writing in general can make all the difference regarding attractiveness. Even in a casual setting, such as text messaging and facebook wall-posting, paying attention to what and how you write is imperative and will make or break an impression.

An edgy, beanie-wearing fellow approached me on the dance floor at Graveyard on Saturday (Nov 14). He was attractive and seemed harmless, so we danced. I was there with one of my best friends from college, NoPantsMan, and I didn’t want to abandon him, so I after a song or two, I politely excused myself. He insisted that he get my phone number. Again, I obliged. Here’s the following text messaging conversation:

Nov 14, 2010 2:33 AM Beanie: “You are too sexy says yer boy Beanie”

Nov 14, 2010, 9:21 AM June: “Oh you’re sweet! Thank you! Hope you had a good time last night.”

Nov 14, 2010 4:58PM Beanie: “Oh yes.  a good time was had. should chill soon good lookin”

Nov 15, 2010 9:33PM Beanie: “Junie g, wanna go grab somethin to drink?”

Nov 15, 2010 9:35 June: “I would, but I’ve been in class since 1:30 and I just got out… And I pulled an all nighter last night…hah”

Nov 15, 2010 9:37 Beanie: “damn, sounds intense.”

Nov 15, 2010 9:40 June: “Welcome to the next two years of my life. I’ll see you then?”

Nov 15, 2010 9:50 Beanie: “Yeah, give me a shout”

Obviously he thought I was kidding. Get back to me in 2 years, Beanie.

Junee 

Drinks from older guys...again

So, this one night, we were at this really cool (and cheap!!) bar in the Highlands called Moes and Joes.  We sat down at the bar, and shortly after, began conversing with a couple of men sitting next to us.  They were very nice and easy to talk to, but abooouuut 30 years older than us—>June and I have different estimations of their age, but I think she just doesn’t realize how hard the 60s were on some people..

Anywhooo, they grabbed the bartender's attention and asked what we would like to drink.  Caught off guard, but not being complete nitwits, we accepted their offer (for the record, I would advise getting something cheaper than craft beers, as you then feel more obligated to stick around...).  We chatted with them for a while. But soon we realized that was not our wisest decision, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, June followed because she “feared” I was getting “sick”.  *By the way, we still actually feel horrible for pulling that stunt—they were very nice.* But as we leaned against the wall in the back of the bar, figuring out what our next move was, we caught the attention of a table of guys we had been eyeing earlier.  They asked us what we were doing, and we briefly explained.  They invited to sit down with them, and introduced themselves.  They were all fairly good-looking guys.  Southern and youthful.  We talked to a handful of them for a bit, and then decided to call it a night.  I gave my number to the guy I was talking to, and June gave a scrap of paper with her number on it to the guy she was talking to.  Within the time it took for us to walk home, I had a text from my new friend, Moe lets call him.  He was a good guy—a fun one to talk to.  We shall see if he can stick around a little longer…

Eat More Thai Food

I am not a bold person. At least I didn’t use to be. The first time I met Salli, I was immediately blown away by her gutsiness. She was so confident and sure of herself. If it didn’t work in her favor, who cares? If you’re at all timid or shy when meeting guys, you need to take a page from her book. Actually, just take the whole chapter.

But last night! Last night I was gutsy, and loved it. And it actually worked in my favor! I was at a local Thai restaurant in Decatur called Noodle with an good friend/ ex. I’ve only been to noodle a couple of times, but both times, I couldn’t help but notice the pleasant selection of dream boats that work there. This particular night was no different. Our waiter was as spicy as my succulent noodle dish; lets call him Pad (See Ew). I knew that it looked like I was on a date of some sort, and I knew that this was pretty much unavoidable. Also, since I was eating with an ex, I didn’t want to be completely disrespectful and make a move in front of him. Right before we left, my full-bladdered friend made a trip to the loo. I took this opportunity to leave a note inviting Pad out with Salli and I later tonight, and left my number. Maybe you’re super bold and ballsy (and I would like to express my true admiration to you), but it was so exhilarating! After leaving my slightly charming note that contained ten digits with my signed check, I hustled out of the restaurant without looking back. While on the phone with Salli, trying to determine if it would be a Hand in Hand night or a MJQ night, I heard the familiar iPhone ding signifying an incoming text. It was Pad! Really—my heart fluttered! I could feel the excitement pumping madly through my veins. Not only had he received the note, but he texted me…ME! We ended up meeting at Hand in Hand after his shift. It was a familiar place that if anything did go horribly wrong, I would have the trusty and lovely bartenders to back me up. (Bartenders at Hand in Hand: You are amazing and I love you with all of my liver fibers.) Pad was absolutely wonderful, and had a lot of things surprisingly in common. He loved the note and thought that it was uniquely ballsy.

Bottom line: Girlies of Atlanta, boys eat that shit up. Do it. You have nothing to lose. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s aggressive without putting your pride on the line. Think about how many strangers we exchange smiles with, subtly flirt with and regretfully not pursue. This has to stop. This sounds cliché, but you’re special, and if you have a hunch, go with it. I don’t know what’s going to happen next with Pad, but if nothing else, I have a great new friend in a big new city. That’s what it’s all about right? Oh, and eat more Thai food.

Ballsy,

June

Have you met us??

(12/20 Post Fact Footnote: A randomly met guy could end up being your unique, personalized, and monogrammed knight in shining armor on whatever animal of your choosing, OR (spoiler alert) he could end up being completely pathetic and rude a couple of weeks down the road. Proceed with caution in every situation, but always be open to adventure and possibility. AKA THIS GUY TURNED OUT TO BE DANGEROUSLY MANIACAL. be careful, always.)

Sunday!

They call it Sunday Funday for a reason. And on this particular Sunday, I was wearing a particularly fuzzy sweater that may or may not have resembled a children’s WWF sweater (no, not the wrestling organization). On this evening, we hit up Hand’s $4 dollar pitcher night and dollar fish tacos (!!!) and then mosied over to Noche. Apparently older men love touching the fuzzy sweaters. One fellow found us, bought us a couple dollar XXs, touched the sweater and turned out to have a likeable personality. He had a solid job at a major media company here in Atlanta (you have one guess), a cheeky sense of humor, and although he was no Anderson Cooper (Anderson is pretty much Salli’s Harry), he had a trusting and kind face. Now, all of these characteristics are typically ideal and lovely in a fellow, but regrettably, he may have been about ten years too old for me. We’ve found Noche to typically be a haven for older men or classier couples that are looking to escape the typical bar scene…while still trying to be in the bar scene. And they have dollar XXs on Sundays…and $3 cocktails on Fridays and Saturdays.

Dollar beers may or may not buy cheap/ meaningful conversation,

June

The Most Memorable Unrememberable night

This was a bad night. Maybe one of my worst. Although I had had a drink or two, I was not drunk. In fact, of all the nights to remember, I am extremely upset that this occurred… to the point where I don’t really want to talk about it.  The good news, is that I learned my lesson and never ever ever ever again will make such an obviously bad decision. 

Regretfully,
June

Rough sex does not mean you should wake up looking like a battered housewife

There’s sweet, loving sex, and then there’s the adventurous, rough sex. Two of the many kinds of sex. Both are good. Both are great, actually. But different times call for different kinds of sex. When a girl, ahem, claims she likes it rough, please do not attempt to chew off her extremities. 


Thank you. 

As you were,

June

Have you met us? 

Hand Cuffs?

Mondays are my hard days—I have my hardest classes that span from 1:30 until 9:30pm. To be frank, it blows. And I pretty much work my Italian tush off Friday, Saturday and Sunday, leading up to this tremendous Monday mother load of work. Anywho, Monday night? I’m hungry and ready to consume some sort of liquid that’ll probably eat away at my liver, slowly but surely. But hey, I’m young and I’m living on fumes. It’s wonderful. Salli and I first meet up at Smiths Olde Bar. If it’s not a Friday, Saturday or Sunday (go Steelers!), then it’s pretty much filled with older homosexual men. Immediately sensing the lack of potential male interaction, we mosey over to Hand in Hand, where the waiters know our drinks and our most absurd stories. You can’t go wrong at Hand in Hand. We take two steps inside the door, and immediately a young man approaches us, introduces himself and invites us to join his group. It’s his friend’s thirtieth birthday, and I’m having trouble detecting the amount of alcohol that had been consumed. It’s either not enough, or entirely way too much. After playing 20 questions to figure out what they do for a living, we find out that the whole lot of them are…wait for it, wait for it…Cops. These guys have forever changed my impression of Georgia cops, definitely for the better. After picking their brains about GA law, we relaxed some, and it became another successful S&J night. Of course, we ended up hanging out with Marion, Carlos and Matt, the beautiful bartenders at Hand in Hand.

Go to Hand in Hand, befriend the staff, and you will be happy forever. 

love,

june 

and have you met us?

Boo!

On Halloween, you’ll meet all sorts: KISS’s drummer, strong man, bananas, the kid from a Christmas Story. I happened to meet Wolverine. I’m not really a fan of Marvel comics, but I admired his hand made claws, and we chatted about physics. I’m not sure if he remembers me, but his lips were quite aggressive. With an ex-boyfriend within eyesight, I was trying to keep it civil. He was really quite cute, and I hope to hear from him.

It’s always Hand in Hand isn’t it? These bartenders know all of our secrets, adventures as well as things that I’m not even sure we know. I’m so thankful it’s become our local watering hole.

Pancakin' around,

June :) 
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TFLN S & J style (in my opinion, they are in opposite order of importance..HAH)..

J:“I called so many people whose numbers I don’t know.  I woke up in some stranger’s bed.  Don’t know his name.  Lost my bra, id, credit cards, camera, etc.  Fml.”

J: ”Please tell me you’re alive somewhere.”

J: ”Okay—should I be concerned? I think I need to be concerned.”

J: “Hey! Are you hungry?”

P.s.—June is still pissed about the bra..

Hungover and yes, June, I am hungry,

Salli

Green Guy's Jock Strap at Hand in Hand

Points to jock stap, laughs. (Salli would know that there is no difference between a jock strap and athletic cup.)

Note from Salli: Hey! I date athletes..of course I know what a jock strap is.

Hope your holiday was just as adventurous and awesome as ours!

Boo!

June

have you met us?

Happy Halloween lovelies!

Salli and I are going to be hitting up the Highlands (surprise!). Maybe we'll see you around Hand in Hand, Dark Horse, Noche, Atkins, or Moes and Joes. Look for Salli's lack of proper bottoms and my wrongful holiday attire. 

Vodka tonics are the talkative-side-of-the-brains best friends. 

Happy Halloween!

June

Best Rebound Spot (On a Wednesday!)

Hooking up with a drummer from a internationally known touring band may be the best rebound hook up I’ve ever heard of. Also, Wednesdays at MJQ will be the best work out you’ll ever have, and it’s significantly cheaper than joining a gym.

Although Salli and I have been conducting very serious and accurate research regarding the male situations at various locations around Atlanta, we’re actually relatively newly single. We had been casually dating a couple of guys (that may or may not have been mentioned previously). Granted, both of our relationships only lasted a few minutes, but I considered us on the rebound. However, after dropping off the Drummer at his tour bus at 5:30AM (they were off to Nashville), I couldn’t help but energetically and enthusiastically do the ‘I win’ dance all the way home. I also couldn’t help the huge ass grin on my face. Ooo whee, he was gorgeous. And famous!* Salli and I have also decided that Wednesday nights are the best nights to go to MJQ. No cover, $2 PBR tall boys, and apparently band members. Grab a bottle of champagne, or drink of choice, and venture over the MJQ around 11:30ish. It’s prime time, and the place is jumpin’. Don’t worry about Thursday mornings…it’s all good.

Truly,

June

Have you met us?? 

It's Wednesday Night.

So, June and I were bored one day and decided to google the best singles places in Atlanta on Wednesday nights (why we were googling such a thing on a Wednesday is a whole other issue…we will address it one day I’m sure..).

We opted for Smith’s Olde Bar, a laid back and low-lit pub scene.  And upon arrival we encountered a very nice man who seemed harmless, and was very talkative with us.  He bought the 2 of us a drink or two, and was just such a refreshing person to talk to because we didn’t feel he had ulterior motives.  We decided we needed to call it a night before we drank too much to be able to drive, and as we were walking out of Smith’s, we were approached by a guy that I recognized from another bar.  What a small world.  Anywho, I was introduced to one of his friends, who was hott. Hott. Hott.  I was instantly attracted.  

We all hit it off, minus their 3^rd friend who was sadly the 5^th wheel. We ended up closing the bar down and were invited back to one of their apartments for a 3 a.m. rooftop hot tub adventure.  I had to be at work the next morning, unfortunately.  But, I mean, who passes up that adventure? Not us, FACT.  The night lasted well into the morning hours, but was surely a once in a lifetime experience.

Seizing the Carp,

Salli

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But alas. Calling it an early night is never is just that easy. Near the pool tables at Smith's, a guy recognized us, and stopped us. After a few blurry seconds, we realized that he was also sitting at the bar at Hudson Grille earlier that evening. (Hudson Grille: Brookhaven. Smith’s: Midtown. This was a huge coincidence that could not be passed up). They drank and we processed the booze already given to us until close. They invited us back to Ryan’s apartment. Both Salli and I had work in the morning, and it was Wednesday (Guys! It’s Wednesday…!). With minimal encouragement, we decided to go. It was one of those good bad decisions. Long story short: intentionally closed roof top hot tub, no bathing suits, case of beer, two girls, two guys…

Although some poorly endowed men still have the amazing ability to have and give amazing sex of all kinds…some just can’t. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disinterested during intercourse. (Is that awful to say? I’m sorry!)

Apologetic, mildly regretful,

June

Have you met us?

These are the days of our lives

Stoplight Creeper

Guy (trying violently to get my attention out of his window): Hi, I’m feeling kinky tonight… Do you know where there is a male strip club?

Me: No, I am new to Atlanta.  I am not really familiar with a lot of places yet!

Guy: Well, what about straight strip clubs?

Me: Umm…Clairmont Lounge is the only one I have even heard of?  Sorry!

Guy: Well, would you be willing to sell me your panties?

Me: NO! Sorry, I happen to like the underwear I’m wearing right now.

(June says I should have explored how much he was willing to pay, but I buy nice underwear for a reason, and you are not it Mr. Questionable Sexuality)

….Atlanta, you bring such entertainment to us on a moment to moment basis.

Loving our lives,

Salli

Hand in Hand

Hand in Hand is a medium sized, intimate bar located on prime real estate, right on the corner of Highland Ave and St. Charles Ave. It’s a modernized English pub, with an ideal patio. The patio’s filled with large picnic tables that could easily fit ten people, and beer barrel high tops. The inside is well constructed and laid out that allows for both easy and intimate conversations. The bar is located centrally, allowing you to sit on any of the four sides, depending on how central and social you’re feeling. AND the bartenders! The best you’ll find anywhere. 

The best part of Hand in Hand is that soon as you walk in, people are inviting you to chat. Just this first time we were here, we met two guys that had overlapping histories with both Salli and I- small world, eh? They were nice gents hittin' the sauce...hard. 


June


Have you met us? eh

Cheers to the nerds/Buy a beer for a dude

I really like nerdy guys. If you know anything about literature, current events, history, book binding, art, insects, aeronautics, physics, etc. the chances of receiving my flirty eyes (and consequential attention and phone number) are increased by 73.5%. This has been documented. But the thing about nerds, dorks and geniuses; the chances of them approaching you are 73.5% less than the average guy.

Rocky Mountain Pizza Company is a popular Georgia Tech bar nestled right on the pizza-shaped corner of Hemphill and 10^th St. I would feel very confident in saying that Rocky may be the cheapest place to drink on a regular basis in all of Boozelanta. Pitchers of Miller High Life $5, well Whiskey on the rocks $2.50 and pizza slices start at just under $2. Keep in mind that this is everyday, all day. I’ve never really been on a Friday or Saturday night, but if you go on a sunny Tuesday or Wednesday late afternoon, the chances of finding me on the patio are very much in your favor. Any of the waitresses, Ten, Veronica, Anne or Carmen, know that I’ll be there for four or five hours, sipping on a pitcher with a South-Forty pizza slice. I love the staff there—it’s a casual environment and they’re legitimately nice people. But regrettably, the quality of young, approachable men is minimal. So grab your friends, especially while the weather is still pleasant and drink until you turn into a fish.

Checkmate,

June 

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June makes a valid point about the awesome, laid back atmosphere of Rocky Mountain, and I have found that there are often attractive and intelligent boys present, but with them comes the inability (or lack of momentum) to approach girls. Once such time, spotted: a pair of lookers at Rocky Mountain.  He and his friend had caught our eyes when they first arrived and sat at a neighboring table. Before we left, I decided to stop admiring the nerds from afar, and make something happen.  I bought him a beer, informing him with a sharpie note on the cup that I felt that he was attractive, accompanied with my number.  I heard from him a few hours later—success!  Still a work in progress, but it was admittedly a great moment in the world of S and J. 

Cheers to balls,

Salli

This is not your boss:

Go to Smiths, find old men, drink booze until you force yourself to be sick in order to survive. This is the most economically, depression friendly way to have a good time.

However, unless this is your kind of guy (potentially sketchy, bad father figures), don’t lead anybody on. You don’t want him to end up at the end of the night angry that you didn’t put out. 

Don't be stupid,

June

Beware of overly eager middle aged men

Salli and I came to the realization that the boys we were meeting seemed so young, which might not necessarily be a bad thing. We’ve both been living on our own for about five years now, have college educations and are seeking higher goals. Living with your mom, taking eight years to complete college without any career goals or possibilities, though once intriguing, was starting to become stale. We set out to meet nice young men that could maybe pay for our drinks and take us back to their beautifully decorated apartments. (Let me make a note, I personally go for the indie, outdoor guy that has his life in order, that still likes going Keroacing every so often, but this blog is about meeting different kinds of guys in different parts of town. What fun is it if we meet variations on a theme on Highland?) Hudson Grille was our first stop; it was only meant to be one drink. We sat at the bar, and watched the first game of the World Series. Our bar neighbors (resembling my passed grandfather), were very pleasant and chatty and helped us out with some trivia questions, even though we were only playing verbally and for fun. 

After some time, a gentleman approached us, followed by his timid friend that hovered behind me. The bold man had beer spilt down his front. We chatted, and then they claimed they were going to go to Mellow Mushroom next door to get some food, and invited us to join. We had fresh drinks, which was a perfect excuse to say that we may join them later. Well, after some time, we, too, decided that a pizza slice sounded pretty dang good. As we walked over, we caught the two gentlemen walking back into Hudson Grille. This was perfect! They had come back to meet us, but it seemed perfectly natural that just as we were about to head over to ‘join’ them, they were coming back! What fools would follow us back to Mellow? Well, five minutes later, they were at our backs at the bar. I was blessed to end up chatting with the slightly-less-attractive-but-a-significantly-better-personality bald timid one (alas, his alias is Baldie). Poor Salli was conversing with the pretty, but pretty drunk, one. Salli and I faked an early evening, and gave them our numbers. I, like the idiot I am, gave Baldie my real number (he was nice!), but Salli for once gave a fake number (guys, you really should pick up on the fact that 404.867.5309 is probably not a real number). 

June Bug

Have you met us? (huh?? huh?)

Exploring Little Five

I’m intrigued with Little Five Points and Cabbagetown, but I always feel like it’s best enjoyed when you’re a local. I tried to feign a sense of locality last night. I brought my sketchbook and current book for pleasure (ohh yeaa). I walked down Euclid, and casually and turned and entered The Porter. Immediately I was in love. It’s a small, skinny and long pub that is low, but well lit. Besides the bartender with the quietly pretty face, I was the only girl, and definitely the youngest (this is not why I loved it… I’m not a prowler).  I was surrounded by educated, classically dressed and socially liberal minded young gentlemen. The bar only had craft beer and liquor (thank goodness for the vacation from PBR and Miller High Life). I ordered a seasonal, dark, nutty beer that I had never heard of before, and it was absolutely delicious. The gentlemen next to me had ridden in on his Vespa and was wearing a tweed suit. After eaves dropping some, I learned that he had taught at Harvard and now is retired and lectures by invitation at Georgia Tech. A friendly young man, sitting a few stools down (that sounds funny) heard that this was my first time at The Porter and that I was relatively new to Atlanta, which apparently warranted him buying me a beer. I never turn down free alcohol. It was a completely casual, no obligation, civil gesture, which was refreshing.

This might become a regular week-day spot for me. Look for me behind “On the Road” or behind the apple. 

Have you met us?

June

Being called 'Ronnie' from Jersey Shore is NOT a compliment.

Unless you live in Jersey Shore or if you’re really into juiced up, drunk guys, being called Ronnie is not a compliment. Also, attempting to force kisses onto girls in public on a Sunday evening is also probably a sign that you need to put down the spiked juice box. The Hulk and his friend, Mellow Guy, invited Salli and Coley, a mutual friend, to join their table. In my defense, I worked until about 10pm that night, and was told to come to Hand in Hand because of the ‘interesting’ people that my counterparts had been met. I assumed this was a good interesting, not a ha-ha-look-at-the-drunk-guy-that-could-easily-crush-us-with-his-eye-ball-muscles interesting. Once there, I knew we had to jump ship, or rather, patio table. Conveniently, next to our table was a table with three handsome intriguing looking men.

Not from Jersey,

June

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Hand in Hand quickly became our Sunday mingling watering hole, and we were never disappointed with the stories we came away with.  One particular Sunday, we met an interesting group of guys at the table next to us.  They consisted of a bunch of nice looking, older southern gentlemen, and one Super-Juiced King of the Douches.  It was an intriguing combo, so naturally, when they asked us to join them, I obliged.  The decent guys slowly peeled off, and we were left with one decent, but older one.  And then there was the Hulk Man.  
I tried being sarcastic to the point that he would be either give up and walk away, or his head would explode (I was secretly hoping for the latter, although I wasn’t keen on the idea of being splattered with mush and hair gel).  But OF COURSE that didn’t happen.  He became head over heels obsessed with my quick wit and ball-busting comebacks, so enthralled that he continuously tried kissing me.  I kept insisting that I don’t (I mean DON’T) do P.D.A., but he kept trying to push himself on me.  Finally, I went to the bathroom and abandoned the situation. 


Not impressed with your forced slobber,


Salli


...Have you met us? 

Beards & PBR

At the time, we thought the facial hair made them dark and mysterious, but in reality they were just hidden repetitive and dull conversationalists. (Topics including: PBR, mustaches, being friends with minorities, and beards. Alas, we met our first Atlanta Hipster friends.*) Nevertheless, we were intrigued. We’ve met drunk frat guys, muscley 500 lb guys, professional Buckheaders, emo ‘philosophers’ and had been losing interest. We used the facial hair dudes, lets call them Mr. Mom, Cat and Bullwinkle, to wean us off of the Hulk. One of the great things about having Salli as your wingwoman, is that we are almost never attracted to the same guy. Before approaching the beards, we had already decided which ones we were physically more attracted to; I to Cat and she to Mr. Mom. We all hit it off as a group, and once Hand in Hand closed up fro the night, we ventured to Universal Joint. U Joint’s a fun place nestled in Decatur that has ridiculously amazing hours. 
We actually made arrangements to hang out again-- maybee something'll materialize from this. eh

*They would go on to deny this accusation

Junee

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Earlier in the evening, June and I had noticed a table of scruffy, hipster boys sitting behind us.  Amongst the crazy creep-o table’s happenings, we had kept our eyes on the hipsters.  We took advantage of ridding ourselves of the Juice Box man, and sat down with the bearded boys—Cat, Bullwinkle, and Mr. Mom.  They were quirky, fun, and multi-faceted, just like us.  It was refreshing, the first real group of guys we had met in Atlanta.  We could have talked to them all night.. and we almost did.  It was a really great night for us.  We met a ton of people that night, and a couple that would likely stick around in our lives, at least for a week or so. HAH…

None the wiser,

Salli

Precious Yinzer (Dark Horse)

I don’t know what it is with uncontrollable loads of hungry and late night drinking. There has to be a scientific explanation for this (this question is up for grabs…Bueller? Bueller?) Coley, one of our mutual friends, on this particular night had her heart set on one thing: a large Dominoes pizza. First off, their ads are great. Admitting that your product is shit, and then inviting everybody to test your new product was pretty ballsy.

ANYWAY. The selection of guys was alright-- we did end up meeting two fellows: Precious and Yinz that seemed nice and respectable. They told us about some more mature, classier things to do around town (What? Dark Horse isn't classy??), such as the High Museum. I've got to go to soon-- at least before Dali rewaxes his mustache.  

Digging the stache,

June

Have you met us?

Dollar Beers are the WD-40 of Sunday Funday

This was my first time at Hand in Hand and I knew that I would be back probably more often than I should. A fellow with two of his buddies asked us to loan them a dollar, and in exchange, they would purchase shots for Salli and I. I first thought it was a pick up line, and then tried to humorously negotiate with them (how about 50 cents?), but Salli, being the more forward and curious one, without hesitation gave them a dollar. It was a good deal. They joined our table, and we both liked them right off the bat. At this point, we were still used to the concept of meeting a ton of people while out. These guys seemed cool and of good quality, and they did approach in a forward, confident manner. It was refreshing. 

We invited them out to Park Tavern. During the summer, every Sunday evening, there’s free live music on the patio. Park Tavern is an upscale bar/ venue. The drinks are bit expensive, bottled beer started at $4, while well drinks started at $5. People were always fancy and dressed up, which was a nice change. In a cotton summer dress with airplanes on it, I felt a bit underdressed. (One of the guys had asked “Are those Frank Lloyd Wright airplanes on your ass?" classy.) 

and to you, goodday

June

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In Atlanta, there is an awesome little English Pub called Hand In Hand.  Their rendition of Sunday Funday consists of dollar PBRs and dollar fish tacos every week, all day.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I attended my first Sunday with my dear friend Coley.  It was a tame first Sunday, we had a couple beers and called it a night.  But the next week, June, Coley and I attended and we had not prepared ourselves for it—Sundays would never be the same again.  


Walking in the door, we were stopped by a group of very handsome guys who immediately struck up conversation.  I believe we came off a little unfriendly, but we were just so caught off guard by how easy it was to meet people, and we were only 3 minutes into our Sunday Funday.  We held a brief conversation with them and then found ourselves a table.  Shortly after, we were approached by a different group of guys.  Their approach was unconventional, as they needed just one more dollar for cigarettes, and they bribed us with shots.  Decently good looking and clearly outgoing, I was intrigued, but the other girls were apprehensive.  They extended the invitation to us for a really cool outdoor unplugged concert at Park Tavern that they were going to later that night.  We jumped at the opportunity to be entertained by them for a little longer, and going somewhere we had never been before was not to be passed up.  It was a fun concert, and we parted ways with the boys, with amorous pbr-fueled promises of future encounters.  But..looking onward..

Endorser of frivolity,

Salli

..have you met us?

The Screaming Trio in the Graveyard (later on that night)

Once at Graveyard, we quickly became enthralled with the large amounts of available frivolity. There were many many fine options of gentlemen, such an array of people. You had your punk rockers, yuppies, death metalers among other combinations. We ended up meeting three young men (really—they seemed young), Cobb, Sticks and Nietzsche. All friends who worked at Army Surplus Store (they promised us free pepper spray), and two of which were in a screamo death metal band. They were the kind of people that were really into philosophy but only on the surface (“wow man, we’re all just dust in the wind”), constantly misinterpreting the philosophers that everybody always misrepresents. Overall, it was a fun night. I particularly enjoyed the hearse parked out front.


One discovery at a time,
June 

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Yet another great night, after a splendid and tongue-tied Carlos encounter, June and I, along with another friend, went to a bar called Graveyard.  We met a multitude of guys that night that were attractive and friendly.  As the night was winding down, we were approached by a group of guys who seemed interesting.  Nietzsche, Cobb, and Sticks were self-proclaimed screamy rockers with a cool style, but a little too young for my tastes.  They were fun to talk to, but philosophers they were not.  This being our first real late night adventure in Atlanta, June and I decided to call it a night at a reasonable 5 in the morning.  We should have known then that our social life together would be nothing short of adventurous. 

Atlanta is the south's New York--a bustling city with an awesome social scene for every personality, and we're keeping our minds open...




Wide eyed and Opportunistic,


Salli

Jesus at the Graveyard

Salli, as a regular to El Azteca, left her very cute, tattooed Hispanic waiter a note, informing him of his cuteness. About a month later, we were margaritaing with a mutual friend, and our lovely waiter, Carlos asked Salli if he knew us, as he had recognized her from her previous visit.  We struck up conversation regarding the best bars and clubs to go to around town. Both Salli and I were new to this big city, and this was our official first time to paint the town lipstick red. Salli had just quit her job, and I was about to start my new job later that week. We had no reason to be up on Saturday morning, which we learned, is the best time for margaritas. Javier told us about Atlanta’s apparent number one singles bar, Graveyard as well as El Bar, located beneath El Azteca. Javier suspected that he himself would end up at Graveyard, so naturally we would venture out to East Atlanta with the hopes of catching our lovely margarita-serving tattoo artist. 


Tattoo-oh-hello
June
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The first time I made the trip to Atlanta by myself, with the prospect of living here, I visited this great little Mexican restaurant in a neat area of town.  Normally, frozen strawberry margaritas are the only thing on my mind while frequenting cantinas.  However, this particular day, a certain waiter caught my eye.  Tattoos and shaggy hair, with skinny jeans and a lanky but muscular physique—he was very cute.  So I told him.  NO GUTS, NO GLORY, right?  And if Carlos was interested in taking a little trip south of the border, I was totally game. 

Aaaaannywho… I am generally the ballsy one of my friends, and I enjoy putting myself out there almost any chance I get.  If nothing else, you get an entertaining story to share.  So far in Atlanta we have been refreshed with similarly aggressive guys.  Coming from a college town where guys were too cool for themselves, it is refreshing to be approached by suitors, and decent ones at that.  June and I have outlined a hand full of places where we have never walked away without meeting some really interesting people who were very worthy of our time, at least for the night.

Yours affectionately, Atlanta,

Salli