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She wasn't even born when her mother Kim Basinger stripped off to pose naked for Peta.And now it's Ireland Baldwin's turn, with the strict vegan and animal activist following in her crusading mother's footsteps.
Bars in Chicago are populated by three types: (i) snotty, preppy North Shore guys that I would rather pick a fight with than attempt to flirt; (ii) guys from the Western suburbs who all work at the Board of Trade and are not interested in committed relationships; and (iii) college kids.All this kept my mind returning to those It’s Just Lunch in-flight magazine ads I resorted to reading on my last flight after I abandoned whatever dep transcripts I was supposed to be reviewing.Aside from the ridiculous name, I couldn’t help but find something a little bewitching about the concept. ” Moreover, it seems that any man who would sign himself up for It’s Just Lunch MUST be incredibly desperate, and having that upper hand does wonders for my insecurities.I’ll also admit to re-initiating contact with an ex from my third year of law school—the former Army Ranger best remembered for his unusual enthusiasm for his Breville juicer, premature ejaculation issues and borderline antisocial personality disorder.I spent my last five years in Chicago attempting to forge lasting (i.e.: ultimately marital) relationships with friends of friends, and I’m still totally alone.Each celebrating couples who had ended up in wedded bliss after their foray into IJL.
She described the pool of “hundreds” of eligible professionals.
Really, though, we can’t tell you how your Dublin adventure should unfold.
But we can suggest this: take a deep breath and let Dublin do its thing.
To illustrate, she read me the profile of a “real guy” from the dating pool: Brian—a six-foot-one, blue-eyed accountant who’s very athletic, loves live music, trying new things, and has traveled extensively in Europe.
Lizzie continued to lay it on thick about how she’d only match me up with guys whose interview answers mirrored mine, and the process will be refined over time by my preferences.
The ad reiterated that the service is for “busy professionals.” Which means my excuse for resorting to such a service would presumably be my busy professional-ness—rather than the more obvious “I’m pathologically insecure! I scheduled the introductory meeting over the phone with a woman named Lizzie.