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Search The Punch keywords http://www.thepunch.com.au/search/ http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/real-women-like-men-who-drink-beer/ British comedian John Cleese calls them “beer fairies”.  It’s a euphemism for Australian men who drink beer, and that’s apparently the worst thing around when it comes to the dating world. Sounds ridiculous. But that’s the big take home message from a NewsPoll survey which found Australian women prefer men who are adventurous with their choice of beverage. In other words, men who don’t drink beer are considered better potential partners than those that do. Ouch. Forget about bad breath, an annoying laugh or narcissistic behaviour, it’s men that order beer who are the real scourge on the dating world? Well I don’t buy that for a second. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article, Lightweight http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/real-women-like-men-who-drink-beer/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/real-women-like-men-who-drink-beer/#item8407 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/are-your-friends-looking-for-love-in-all-the-wrong-places/ Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/are-your-friends-looking-for-love-in-all-the-wrong-places/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/are-your-friends-looking-for-love-in-all-the-wrong-places/#item8185 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/friday-dilemma-come-back-to-my-place/ A friend of The Punch went on a first date a few days ago. The chemistry had been heating up between the pair at work for a good month and she thought if she splashed some white wine and tossed some fine food into the equation things just might bubble over into sexytime. So they sat down at a flash restaurant one weekday evening. Things were going well, she thought. He’d laughed at all her jokes and kept touching her hand. So after dessert had been vacuumed up, she leaned in and asked: “Wanna come back to my place?” He freaked out. He’d never sat through worse company before. The whole time he’d been batting away her hands and pretending to laugh at her jokes. And even if he was interested, this was just way, way too soon.  This brings us to this week’s dilemma. When is it too soon to proposition someone? Aren’t we past the antiquated notion of having to go on 20 dates with someone before managing to pry a kiss out of them? Or is delayed gratification just more satisfying than its instant cousin? penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/friday-dilemma-come-back-to-my-place/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/friday-dilemma-come-back-to-my-place/#item7909 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/Best-of-the-breast-as-the-spring-carnal-kicks-off/ Something’s in the air and it’s not just a truckload of pollen. National stockpiles of Zyrtec, Tuscan Tan and ostrich feathers are all being hammered relentlessly. The Spring Racing Carnival is upon us. Originally a celebration of the finest in equine flesh, the event has diversified into an exposition of both equine and female flesh. Like musk sticks or anchovies, etymology either does it for you or it doesn’t. I would be happy to see the recipe for musk sticks go up in flames, but I do dig a bit of etymology. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/Best-of-the-breast-as-the-spring-carnal-kicks-off/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/Best-of-the-breast-as-the-spring-carnal-kicks-off/#item7019 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/My-date-with-80-thousand-sweaty-love-starved-joggers/ They call it Heartbreak Hill. The City to Surf’s telling point. A 1.4km stretch of sheer running pain with spectacular views over Sydney harbour which you’re far too buggered to appreciate. Yet on race day, you could be forgiven for thinking it was named “RSVP Hill” with the amount of advertising material for said dating website. The site, owned by Fairfax Media, assaulted the masses who tackled the hill with cheesy running puns like “hot” and “heartbroken” stapled to telegraph poles. Indeed, it seems that among the empty plastic cups, the whole race was littered with some message or another. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/My-date-with-80-thousand-sweaty-love-starved-joggers/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/My-date-with-80-thousand-sweaty-love-starved-joggers/#item6540 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/a-single-blokes-guide-to-surviving-the-man-drought/ There’s a man drought in the city. Single girls outnumber single guys two to one, maybe even three to one. This is true because I’ve read the proclamations in countless articles, seen the stories on A Current Affair and watched in horror as hapless farmers take their pick of a hundred potential wives. The odds are probably closer to five to one.  Being newly single and on the fast-track to 30 I know things are stacked in my favour. I can get dressed on my own, cook a balanced meal and my addiction to video games is mild… I can stop playing whenever I want. Really. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/a-single-blokes-guide-to-surviving-the-man-drought/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/a-single-blokes-guide-to-surviving-the-man-drought/#item6386 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/single-male-geek-seeks-companionship/ Pity me, your average single Aussie male geek. We live in a world where oil prices are increasing, while oil reserves are falling; where the population is getting older, and criminals are getting younger, where sea levels are rising and fresh water supplies are falling, and where Dr Phil is still allowed on day time television. And what have we got to help combat this phantasmagoria of horrors? Well, internet dating of course! penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/single-male-geek-seeks-companionship/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/single-male-geek-seeks-companionship/#item5358 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/this-valentines-day-spare-a-thought-for-the-cynical/ Valentine’s Day is upon us again, which means it’s time for Cupid to whip off his romper suit and start flapping about, making life for the cynical a living hell. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that a flying baby can stir up such a mighty butterfly effect, but every time Feb 14 rolls around, I find I’m once again shocked to be enveloped by this pink and red parallel universe. As the ‘magical’ day approaches you can feel a change in the air.  Subtle but rampant. There’s an undercurrent of urgency, of desperation. A culture begins to develop where the normally self-possessed among us, lose their collective minds. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/this-valentines-day-spare-a-thought-for-the-cynical/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/this-valentines-day-spare-a-thought-for-the-cynical/#item5117 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/the-huge-fruit-and-veg-section-that-is-online-dating/ Ever hooked up at the supermarket? Not me. I did see Poh Ling Yeow there once - but as I live in Adelaide I see each of our four celebrities at least on a weekly basis. And beyond ``I like your paintings’’ (this was pre-Masterchef) there was nothing I could think of to blurt out in a supermarket aisle which wouldn’t have come across as lame (note to self, buy a copy of The Game:  Penetrating the Secret Society of Pick-up Artists). penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/the-huge-fruit-and-veg-section-that-is-online-dating/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/the-huge-fruit-and-veg-section-that-is-online-dating/#item5090 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe. http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/thank-god-theres-no-such-thing-as-mocember/ As the whiskers of tens of thousands of Aussie blokes wash down the drains of homes today, thousands of nubile young women are rejoicing. It is the end of “Movember”, the month formerly known as November which raises money for prostate cancer research and initiatives to combat male depression. While the charity is one of the most brilliant health campaigns ever enacted, women around Australia are ecstatic we no longer have to give Aussie men some lip about their top lip. penberthyd@newsltd.com.au (David Penberthy) Article http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/thank-god-theres-no-such-thing-as-mocember/#comments http://www.thepunch.com.au/articles/thank-god-theres-no-such-thing-as-mocember/#item4605 Sat, 26 May 2012 20:00:49 +0000 Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park, where his dog sniffs at your dog and you chat and go for coffee… blah, blah, blah. Or it’s in a bookshop – one of those cosy, little word-worthy places, where you reach for Eckhart Tolle and he reaches for Paul Theroux and so ensues a darling discussion, and you go back to his place and fall into bed and live happily ever after. Oh, please. Don’t get me started on nightclubs, those palaces of fleeting promises. They’re a travesty to romance, great for a boogie or a one-nighter, but no friend of mine, gay or straight, has ever found enduring love on a grubby dance floor. Congrats if you have, here’s a wet wipe.