One is the Loneliest Number

My motto? Even Carrie Bradshaw had to start somewhere.


Ugly Truth No. 23, 4451: Do not leave lipstick on the Cosmo glass (something I strongly suspect the aforementioned Carrie of doing from time to time), for it is not sexy. The truth is, it cannot be avoided, mainly because cocktails go well with everything. Cocktails are the new black. At some point in the evening, you will order a Cosmo, being a woman. Since you are of the fairer sex, you will likely also be wearing lipstick (hopefully not that hideous taupe your mother told you went well with everything).

Lipstick+glass= unsexy. Math even I can do.

What, you may well ask, is so sexy about a frosted pink mark on a sheet of pristine glass? Your date will not look at it and think, Lovely, a woman who leaves enough DNA for the NYPD. (If it comes off on your cocktail glass, it will likely also leave a commemorative stain on his shirt collars.) The waiter will not pick it up and give it a place of honor among the crushed tissues and cigarette butts. Lipstick marks are the female equivalent of skidmarks.

How do you avoid them, seeing as you keep popping to the Ladies for touchups? Simple, wear glass-proof lipstick, the 24-hour kind. Either that or toss the entire contents of the drink glass down your throat. The added benefits of the second plan are that you will end up much drunker than if you had sipped delicately every half an hour. Salud!