Behavior that one San Franciscan might find charmingly old-school, traditional, or chivalrous could be offensively patriarchal, antiquated, or overly enabling of the dominant paradigm.
Only in San Francisco can the 13th-largest US city by population be considered a “small town.” Yet this is somehow paradoxically true in our fair city, where an incestuous little community of available singles is generally interconnected with fewer than three degrees of separation.
San Franciscans will only date people who live within a 15-minute Muni ride radius, so you better hope that your bus comes on time.
You can find the love of your life in the Bay Area, but if they live on the other side of the bridge (where BART hours make a late-night booty call nearly impossible), it’s a star-crossed conflict that makes you more incompatible than Montagues and Capulets.
Thousands of people are expected to top last year’s numbers at the largest, true comic convention in San Francisco, according to event organizers.
Starting Friday, September 1st, San Francisco Comic Con brings the world of comic books, cosplay, superheroes, toys, art and of course celebrities, all in one well air conditioned place. Along with the usual signature cosplay parades, San Francisco Comic Con will feature a “Nerdy Speed Dating” event where participants can find the “one” in a series of quick fire meet & greets.
Major life benchmarks like buying houses, having kids, and “settling down” are pretty much permanently on hold throughout your dating pool.
This is commonly known as Peter Pan Syndrome, a pop psychology descriptor for the tendency to not grow up and buy washing machines, and instead rely on apps that pay other grown-ups to do these things for us.
Getting a match on a dating app is a regular, everyday San Francisco occurrence.
Here are a few specific things I learned from dating in San Francisco, where a startup T-shirt is considered semi-formal attire, where your match is likely to employ a dating app coach, and where the About Me sections of our hookup apps say “No hookups.” San Franciscans have many, many theories on gender roles and archetypes, and you’d better brush up on the work of writer/activist Rebecca Solnit lest you commit a dating protocol error.
Depending on the person, you might get either a tongue-kiss or a verbal smackdown for holding a door or attempting to pick up a tab on a first date.
I don’t know how the site determines which “People You May Know,” but many people I’ve matched with on dating apps suddenly show up there.
And you’d better believe I drop everything to scour that profile for publicly available sexy pictures.