LOL at this New York Times article about the Minneapolis dating scene
Also: Big Buck Hunter plays a major role in our mating rituals.
For residents of Uptown, which lacks skyways, going out can be a pastime for the very hearty -- or the very motivated.
"You want to fall in love in winter," said Hayley Lindma, a 23-year-old artist who was with three friends at Mort's, as everyone calls it, surrounded by dartboards, Big Buck Hunter games and a jukebox. When it's cold, she said, "You want to stay home and cuddle and watch movies and eat food and be with your pets."
"Summer's for flings," said Ms. Lindma, who was wearing her shock of platinum hair piled atop her head.
Men are always telling her she looks like Khaleesi, a character from "Game of Thrones," a line she thinks is cheesy.
"We hate on hipsters, but we all dress like them," Ms. McElver said.
While their counterparts in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, or the Silverlake neighborhood of Los Angeles are defined (and derided) for their blasé pose, their Twin Cities brothers and sisters, while blessed with the same clunky glasses, working-class-chic attire and fixed-gear bikes, retain the openness and generosity of the region.
"Minnesota Nice," that affectionately mocking appellation, shines through even the densest layers of flannel.
He and some friends were planning to move on to their next destination: the CC Club, a spot on South Lyndale that was recently the subject of a cover article in City Pages, a weekly newspaper, about its long, boozy history in the city's music scene. (It's the bar immortalized in the Replacements' song "Here Comes a Regular.")
Then again, many of the local bars offer excellent deals, like a prix fixe special at the Nomad World Pub of a tall boy of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a shot of Jameson, for $5.
One time, Mr. Wayne was sent over to a woman playing Big Buck Hunter and instructed to tell her that she "smells like a killer."
"One thing I'd say about Minneapolis is that if you've slept with one girl, you know 10 guys she's slept with, and half of them are your friends, and vice versa for women with guys -- that's just the way it is," said Mr. Heins, a tall, bearded, soft-spoken guy dressed entirely in black. "You're not going to worry as much because, 'Oh, it's Minneapolis,' " he said. "So you can't harbor hate."
Does the life she has now live up to that dream?, the visitor asked."Oh, yeah," she said. "Oh, yeah."