Kanye Sounds Like a Bad Date
Pete Davidson finally explains that viral photo of his dinner with Kanye: "He's an order the fucking everything because I can and then we all have one bite, maybe... because fuck you... guy."
'Bedbugs,' Today's Comic by Tara Booth
After finding out she has bedbugs, Tara tries to get rid of them in time for a hot date.
People Told Us About Their Best Date Ever
Stories of chance meetings, immediate vibes, sweaty palms, and broken bones.
The 'Best Prom in America' Has a Steampunk Airship and DJ Pauly D
Oh, and a giant replica of Stonehenge.
What It’s Like as a Waitress to Watch Your Messy Valentine’s Day Tinder Date
Valentine’s Day is the same in every restaurant I’ve worked at but a couple of years ago, I watched one customer accidentally arrange two Tinder dates for the same night.
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This Guy Pretended to Be an Army General with a Chopper for a Date, Feds Say
He allegedly told people he was headed to a top-secret meeting approved by the president, which feds say was a bunch of BS.
Camp Cope’s Georgia Maq Takes Bill Stevenson of Descendents to a Punk Bar
Over a mid-afternoon date, conversation turns from hot sauce to Tinder, and of course, coffee.
I Went on a London Eye Champagne Date with My Ex-Boyfriend Who Hates Both Heights and Wine
However bad your Valentine's Day, remember this: I spent £37 to drunkenly grind through the sky with my acrophobic, wine-hating ex.
What Happens When You Let Your Phone Take You on a Bar Crawl
A London nightlife website recently launched a “concierge” messaging service that responds to texts at any hour with bar recommendations. I tested it out on a quiet Tuesday night.
I Took Siri on a Date to See if Machines Can Love
I wanted to see if I could fall for my phone's most neglected feature.
I Went on a Date with Hailee Steinfeld, the Coolest Homeschooled Child Star in the World
Hailee Steinfeld has better luck with her crushes' moms than her crushes.
What It’s Like to Eat a Three-Course Valentine’s Day Meal Alone
It is 12 noon on a grey Tuesday in the middle of February as I sit here, in a red nylon frock, preparing to eat a three-course Valentine’s Day meal alone. Entirely alone.