The DABA Girls

Last night I had the privilege of meeting some of Sarah's and my idols: the DABA Girls. In case you are one of the five people on this island who doesn't know who the DABA Girls are, I suggest you stop what you're doing and Google them.

Ok, now that we are all on the same page.

After months of religiously reading their hilarious blog and emailing back and forth, I met the DABA girls at the Soho Grand to chat about our blogs, and other important topics such as: dry shampoo, Spencer and Heidi, Minetta Tavern and a concept for a new reality show starring ourselves.

Of course the topic of dating and men came up. The first thing Megan asked me when we sat down: "You don't have a boyfriend, right?"

Me: "No!"

Megan: "Ok thank God!"

I liked her immediately.

We also established that the NYC version of the head cheerleader and the quarterback is the PR girl and the finance guy. I never did date the QB, but by Manhattan standards, I guess I'm the queen of the pom-poms, a few times over... as are many girls in NYC.

The DABA Girls (aka: Megan and Laney) are beautiful, smart, outgoing and outrageously funny. It was so refreshing to meet such talented and nice girls who are also down to earth.

Megan and Laney started their blog last fall when the market tanked, and their love lives followed suit. Since then they - along with other DABAs and DABITs - write about experiences with their finance boyfriends (FBFs). In January, The New York Times wrote an article about the DABA Girls and their blog exploded into international popularity.

They give dating advice, share stories, feature other DABA Girls and give week warning levels for picking up an FBF. (This week is Green!)

Their most recent tip for a Southern Belle dumped by her FBF:

"Lose five lbs, get your nails did and your hair did too. Buy yourself something that will make you feel like the hottest thang since Adriana Lima on the Victoria Secret runway."

Personally, I'd follow that advice, whether single, attached or somewhere in the shady grey area between. A quick makeover never hurt any DABA Girl.

Some women in NYC worship the fictitious Gossip Girls. I hate to break it to you honey, but you're never going to own as many headbands as Blair and there is no Chuck Bass in your life to fly to Paris and bring you macaroons. I think I'd rather take a clue from the real-life DABA Girls.

XOXO,
DABIT Girl