Hook up bars in williamsburg

NYC ranks worse than Fargo, North Dakota for finding love , the rom com and love song are shadows of their former selves, and swiping has devolved from a dopamine rush-inducing novelty to a yawn. Apathy and disconnectedness run rampant in this metropolis. Are New Yorkers post-horny? Maybe, but we have no reason to be. Go to a bar tonight.

When I was growing up, my recently-divorced mother had a group of recently-divorced friends who all used to go out and try to meet men together. All of them were looking for love — or whatever rough approximation of it that they could fit in between work, family, and some surprisingly contentious PTA meetings — but my mother had one friend who seemed to be looking a little harder than everyone else. Her name was Lydia, and her drive for companionship seemed to make her a bit of a pariah among the singles mixer crew all of whom were legit looking for second husbands like it was their second job. How could I tell that Lydia was "desperate," as my mom often described her? Because Lydia went to bars by herself. Lydia was a slut. Decades later, now grown up into an introvert with a "colorful" personality, I do tons of things alone.

What now? Just know that if you arrive late on a weekend, there will probably be a line. Holiday Cocktail Lounge is on stretch of St. Jupiter Disco is just one little space-themed room, and people typically come here with the purpose of having fun. Sure, you could say the same thing about any bar, but it actually gets a little too loud and dark in here to do anything other than stare around the room, see who looks interesting, then try to stand next to them.

The mass-confession of stories from Union Pool — an iconic Williamsburg bar and music venue that served as a predecessor to Tinder , apparently — was inspired by an indepth look at Brooklyn's hook-up capital from New York Magazine. New Yorkers recounted the crazy things that can only happen at a millennial hook-up bar, including photo booth blackmail opportunities, hot wax mishaps and what happens when you tell a girl you like her mustache. These are just a few of the responses, which are best not read in the company of your boss, your children, your biology teacher or your mom.