Today I lose my blogging virginity to the women. I can’t wait to talk about girlish topics like how on earth Lindsay Lohan lost all that weight. Or, where to find a really good waxer. I will say that dating in your twenties in Dallas is about as fun as getting a root canal. The only thing “frat-tastic” SMU boys are good for is buying me vodka sodas. And, for gosh sake, please do not flip up your Lacoste collar. It’s really not cool. So, ladies. I want to know. Where do you find a guy that likes to talk about something other than his daddy’s money?