Your first date: A tour of the Art Institute, followed by drinks at The Signature Room, a romantic walk along the lakefront, and a passionate kiss in front of Buckingham Fountain.The inevitable breakup: After a series of incredibly romantic dates, you’ll work up the courage to initiate “the talk”...
Your first date: He explains the entire history of Original Six hockey over chicken wings and makes it clear that anyone without a Tony Amonte sweater is a Blackhawks bandwagoner.
The inevitable breakup: You’ll break up with him after realizing that he’ll never be quite as passionate about your relationship is he is about Chicago sports.
In fact, around 90% of his thoughts are eerily similar to the lyrics of Dennehy: Bears, Hawks, Sox, Bulls.
His weekends are spent tailgating at Soldier Field or the Cell, grilling brats, chops, dogs... That being said, that never-ending “rain or shine” level of devotion is a huge bonus.
) by way of Michigan after stopping in to complete his masters degree.
He’s “looking to make new friends,” enjoys “taking advantage of everything this amazing city has to offer,” and has recently enrolled in improv classes at The Second City.
) and spends more time attempting to sext girls than he does doing actual work.
Your first date: Any beercade in the city you want... The inevitable breakup: He’ll make out with a drunk sorority girl at Sluggers, then call you crying hysterically at 4am to slurredly beg for your forgiveness.
Ask any single woman in Chicago about their dating experiences in this city and you’re bound to hear about some pretty, um, interesting men.