Okay, so, my little Nikita spy at Cosmopolitan magazine tipped me off that the annual Cosmo bachelors contest launches today. Same deal as last year, I think. Go to the site. Drool over the photos. Vote. I already peeked, and I can tell you this: The. Guys. All. Look. Alike. Watch the parade of fresh-faced, hairless/waxed/shaven-chested, “All-American” Ken dolls in brown and peach versions — including two dudes from Michigan. Heeeey, why the hell is the Wolverine State so fucking special???  ;)

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Where’d they find these guys? Abercrombie & Fitch?!?!?! Cosmo seems to have a type. Hmmm … On a related note, the “doesn’t everyone have a type?” conversation came up Saturday night during my trip to DC to see Mags and catch the NKOTB reunion tour. (Don’t ask.) Bro, Mags, a blogger named Match [NSFW] and I eventually ended up at Chi Cha Lounge. Around 1am, I spotted this GORGEOUS man with short thick black hair, charcoal eyelashes, big brown eyes and a dark olive-complexion. Only a couple feet away from me and dressed in a nice suit, he danced his ass off to Elvis Crespo’s Suavemente. SEXY!!! I totally fucking swooned. “See that guy?” I told Match. “I think he’s hot.”

I swear I date the same guy — just dipped in different coats of paint. Sometimes they’re peach. Sometimes they’re dark brown. Sometimes they’re dulce de leche. But, it’s basically the same dude. Identical features. Works in finance. Usually foreign. Alpha male. Needless to say — and as evidenced by my sometimes vomitworthy NYC dating life — my “type” isn’t necessarily working out for me. “You say you think the New York dating scene is like a playground,” relationships coach Keith Dent recently told me at Starbucks the other day after I mentioned I’m repeating the same patterns in my dating life. “But, if you’re playing in the same playground, you’re only going to encounter the same players, right?” I agree. I know I need to mingle in different circles and meet a wider variety of guys. Tons of Manhattan dudes neither work in media nor finance. I wanna meet them. You know, I totally had a point in the blog post. But, I’m not sure if I remember what it was and/or if I ever made it. Long story short? Saw the Cosmo dudes. Thought they all look a little Abercrotchieish — a look I don’t usually go for, by the way. And, it made me come back to that “Does Everyone Have a Type?” question. I certainly do. What say you?

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NOTE: By the way, speaking of “Abercrotchie” … The dude representing my home state, Illinois, is Kyle Rudduck (pictured, photo credit: image is online at Cosmo). I can’t be sure it’s the same guy, but a Chicagoan named Kyle Rudduck on Facebook and LinkedIn { UPDATE: See the comments section; it’s the same guy. He just friended me on Facebook. } says he was an auditing intern at … drum roll, please … Abercrombie & Fitch. Coincidence? Hmmm …

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“Any pointers for single women in NYC?” Time Out New York asks a 26 year-old UES-dweller interviewed for their article on the lives of single women. Her answer? “God help you.” Attack of the Single Women. That’s the cover story of the newest issue of Time Out New York. It hits newsstands, mailboxes and bookshelves today. Or, or course, you could just read the article online. “Why,” you might ask, “are single women in NYC getting so much attention?” Well, that’s because we’re fucking hot. That’s why. Kidding aside, here’s the real reason … A couple of months ago, National Geographic culled together U.S. Census data to publish statistics — together with an extremely impressive singles map — that details the single female-to-male ratio in various American cities. The results show that 185,000 more women than men live in New York. As a result, single chicas on the prowl for dates have to battle even more competition. Yep, we’re screwed. Thanks. Actually, anyone who lives in NYC already knew that. But, I guess it doesn’t hurt to have a bit of scientific data to back us up.

Leaping from the pages of one magazine to another, the National Geographic piece inspired Time Out New York to conduct an in-depth explanation of NYC’s bumper crop of women. It’s a great article. At the same time, I kind of get the impression that TONY was surprised to discover that most of the women that they interviewed were [and I quote], “remarkably okay with being single.” Interesting choice of words. It’s hard to imagine reading the same sentence about married men and women: “The people we talked to were remarkably okay with being married.”After all, don’t we all know as many unhappy married people as we do unhappy single people?

Hmm … All this talk about relationship status has me wondering what your status is. Feast or famine: what’s the story of your love life right now? Are you currently feasting on several different partners? Are you starving for dates? Are you comfortably settled in a longterm relationship? Have you been gnawing on the same meal for quite a while now? Does every day feel like desserts? Feel free to use the comment section to tell me if you’re single, married, dating or other.

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