Can't Find a Betta Man

That year or two after college is a time for nothing more than trouble. You don't quite know how to be an adult. You're not quite supposed to be out partying every night. You don't really know what to do at all. But, what you do know is that you can A) still hold your liquor, and B) afford way more of it than you could in college.

My girlfriends had fun after college. And during that time we came across an array of interesting young "men" while living and partying in NYC. From 5pm Friday night through the wee hours of Sunday morning, we let loose on NYC. After several months - and several "$3 deals" (a Pabst and a shot of tequila only available after 2AM) we decided it would be well worth our effort to document the series of guys we encountered.

And so, sometime during the summer of 2005, the Can't Find a Betta Man book was born. Its little black book-sized pages were quickly filled with the nicknames of men we dated, danced with, made out with, and ran back to tell each other about.

And, for your reading enjoyment, here's taste, with some commentary on what I can remember about these guys:

Indian Nelly
We ran into this gem in DC. He wore a Band-Aid on his cheek around the time that Nelly was rocking that look. Oh, and he was from India.

Doodle
During a party, Doodle was munching on some Cheese Doodles. After his tasty treat, he strolled over to one of my girls and tried to hit on her. He had orange crumbs all over himself. Including in his eyelashes. Somethings you just can't get past. Clearly, the relationship was destined for failure. For, he would never love her as much as he loved his Doodles.

Batman
Sometimes we went to the South. Sometimes we went to bars in the South. Sometimes these bars had Country Music Karaoke. Sometimes men dressed up as Batman performed renditions of Garth Brooks songs. Sometimes, we fell in love.

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