Alizah Salario

I’ve never had trouble getting a date – until I moved to New York. Blame it on an intensely competitive dating pool, a city bursting at the seams with people who are overbooked and overworked, or my own theory that most people find flirtatious texts, Chinese food and meaningless sex more satisfying and cost-efficient than an actual date. I thought I was content being single and unfettered without so much as a textworthy crush until I started to develop a thing for the men of Jersey Shore. (I spend more time watching them than interacting with males of my own species). Then I could smell it: desperation.

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