Due to our ever-growing readership, we’ve decided to bring back a few oldies but goodies from our vault of advice. Here’s one that applied to last weekend, when we had a few friends at a party asking us how best to talk to a couple of women they were eyeing at the bar. Here’s our take.

Happy Monday, DateSpacers. Hope you had a busy weekend spent at parties, soirées and even the occasional hootenanny. Of course, some of you are probably asking the same question after the 5,473,923rd gathering surrounded by people you don’t know. It’s another question we get asked frequently: what is the best way to meet complete strangers at parties?

Thought this Thursdates thing was a one time thing, did ya? Thought we’d fade away like so many Chris Elliott sitcoms? Well guess again! Thursdates is back like Backstreet, keeping you up to date on all things DateSpaces.com. Here’s what’s shakin’ this week:

Can’t resist doing 360’s in front of the mirror? Instead of turning every which way under those unforgiving lights, try giving a look in the First Date Fashionista mirror—we can tell you which outfit is the fairest one of them all.

Here is what’s on tap for the hearts-afire month of February: The over-accessorized dresser.

“So, what are we?” Ah, the timeworn question exceeded in age and import only by the existential “Who am I?” Yes, for most of us there comes a time in any relationship…wait, maybe “relationship” is too loaded…let’s see…there comes a time in any potentially-romantically-committed interpersonal interaction in which we wonder just exactly what the nature of that interaction is. Patrick of Greenpoint sums it up for us nicely: “I’ve been on several dates with this person over the last few weeks. It feels like we’re ‘together’ but I just can’t tell. So, are we dating or what?”

You have a great date lined up this weekend. Congrats! Your evening is full of potential, but you don’t have plans. Relax! We’re here to help. A first date needs three things: opportunity for conversation, silence-sucking distractions, and of course, a subtle eject button. New York City is full of great locations for a variety of date types, whether you are on a budget or ready to splurge. New York has everything anyone could possibly need. Here’s the ten best dates to bring your out-of-town significant other.

Happy Valentine’s Day, DateSpacers!

This St. Valentine’s Day marks the first installment of our weekly e-newsletter, Thursdates, from your friends at DateSpaces.com. Here, you can catch the DateSpace of the week, keep up with what’s new at DateSpaces.com, and much, much more!

With Valentine’s Day fast-approaching, we’ve received a bunch of questions about what to do on the most date-intensive night of the year. But we’ve also had some requests for advice on card-writing and gift-buying. Here’s our Do’s and Don’t’s for all three queries:

Dovetailing off this week’s Ask Our Staff, which made frequent mention of Stevie Wonder’s “I Just Called to Say I Love You,” we at DateSpaces.com are curious to know what tunes you are choosing when you want to set the mood. We highly doubt it’s the above-mentioned SW song.

So post away, and we’ll be doubly-impressed if you give us a full playist.

Happy second day after Super Bowl, DateSpacers. Before we reveal the question of the week, let’s take a moment for story time, Super Bowl cautionary tale style. Imagine a new couple, both die-hard New York Giants fans, watching the Super Bowl together. They laugh at the commercials and they share a plate of the spinach dip served in a loaf of sourdough bread. They tell the story of how they met to all their friends and family. They watch Tom Petty perform at halftime and try to figure out just how the hell he got that gig in the first place. Then the fourth quarter comes. The Giants are driving down the field when Eli throws his last-minute, game-winning TD pass to Plax. The crowd erupts, the party jumps out of their chairs, and the man grabs his new girlfriend and in a moment of sports-induced passion yells for the first time ever, “I LOVE YOU!!!” She responds, “Ummm…I love you too?” She then proceeds to bolt out of the party faster than Bill Belichick ran off the field. Game over.