WTCBA: Week in Review

It was a mild but groundbreaking over here at #WTCBA. Let's review.

The 'Where the Cute Boys At' team made a triumphant return to Geeks Who Drink pub quiz at The Holiday Club. Markedly smaller crowd than the week before with an unacceptable of cute boy: me ratio (zero cute boys for every one of me). There was, however, a Backstreet Boys sing-along, so it wasn't all bad.

Thursday night we broke some ground at Vinyl, Highline, and Shamrock Club (not counting our scouting of Three Dots and Untitled - where there were zero prospects - better luck next time.)

We spent most of our time at Vinyl toying with how-old.net, where we learned that we look like 54 year men. With this sudden identity change, we ventured over to farmersonly.com to see what we could find. Thankfully, Farmers Only requires no proof of land ownership. Or identity verification. Or profile photos. Or even a username. Way to allow for open access to love, Farmers Only.

Thursday was also the test run of my new personal cards. I have yet to learn the correct finesse for distributing the cards (i.e. not panicking and accidentally dropping said personal card into a cute guy's beer), but considering I've already gotten some cute boys a' textin' from the cards, I'm calling early success.

The C in WTCBA was all about Cuties on Friday night, with our number one cutie being Ben Gibbard. Thumbs down to no one standing/dancing/singing at that concert, but thumbs up to Ben for the deep cuts from We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes.

 Saturday night we learned to appreciate the joys of rich people and their rooftops, of PB&Js at the Boiler Room, and of indoor waterfalls at the Owl. Were the cute boys at any of these places? Nope. Or if they were, they were too much of pansies to came say hello and instead just stared from afar at Emporium. BOYS. If I can throw one of my dating cards into your beer, you can come over and say hello. Start up a conversation about how adorbz Jean Claude Van Damme used to be. Challenge me to a game of pinball. But for heaven's sake, don't just stand there. You're useless like that.

Jean Claude Van Damme would give me his number and then text me about gender roles in martial arts films.

I expect better this week, Cute Boys. Once again, we have gathered more evidence to disprove the theorem of "putting yourself out there = cute boys asking for your number." 12 bars, 1 concert, 2 parties, ZERO CUTE BOYS.