I’m more inclined to think it’s not so much bad taste in men, but a taste for the bad boys.
There’s been eviscerating break ups, whirlwind romances and casual dates in between. The romantic ones of the bunch attribute it to not yet finding a perfect match, while the more cynical ones say it’s the guys we’re choosing, like we have bad taste in men.
Don't ask me why, but a lot of the guys I dated had the bodies of Greek gods accompanied by the brains of a moldy baked potato.
Call me shallow, but I really did enjoy how gorgeous they were.
An intelligent Toronto woman can get herself anywhere, be it a club or a job interview.
She's never freaked out about where she is because she knows all the classic Toronto landmarks -- like Ryerson or her favourite store in Kensington Market. She knows the fastest ways to get where she's going and knows the daily traffic report.