We all know that the vibe of a restaurant can tip the scales between a breathtakingly romantic evening and an embarrassingly awkward first date. Similarly, and even more importantly, the atmosphere of your bedroom can make all the difference when it comes to your love life.
Once you become aware of this, a lot of what I’m about to tell you is simply common sense. For example: most would agree that nothing says “not sexy” like the presence of your mom or your little cousins so, naturally, get their pictures off your nightstand! Which brings me to tip number one … Read more … Keep reading »
I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m happily married to a man’s man, a gentleman, a scholar, a romantic. He can cook if he’s going to starve, manages the finances and the house, is the primary breadwinner, looks good in a pair of jeans, likes sports and beer, and takes good care of me. He’s one of a kind. If I were out in the dating world right now, I might just throw up my hands and give up. Read more … Keep reading »
Of the 11 guests who recently got wasted at my apartment, I’d guess that approximately zero could tell you my sister’s name.
I doubt any would know if my parents are still together or who the latest guy I dated was. Maybe half would know I grew up in Texas. A casual observer might find this lack of basic information surprising, given how comfortable we were with each other: One guy lay on his back giving a girl an airplane ride on his legs, while a different girl swigged straight from a wine bottle on my couch. Read more … Keep reading »
If my boyfriend has cheated on me once will he do it again, even if he truly regrets it and has moved in with me? Find out … Keep reading »
Among some photos from a trip to New York I took a few years ago is a shot of me in the middle of a department store, holding a beautiful 3-month-old baby girl. I look like a proud mom on a much-deserved shopping trip. But Lila isn’t my little girl. She’s my sister’s. And, at the time, I was actually distraught because I knew, sooner or later, that I had to choose between keeping the man I loved and having a baby of my own.
I met Jamie* in 2001. He was 36 and I was 33, living in a loft apartment just down the hall from his graphic design studio. The first time I saw him in the corridor I thought my knees were going to buckle under me — he was absolutely gorgeous. One night I arrived home just as he was locking up and we started talking. A few days later, he came over for dinner. Two months on, we both said “I love you.” For the first time in my life, I’d met someone I wanted to be with forever. Read more … Keep reading »
First there was the initial application. That cost $400. Then the touch-ups every three weeks at $100 each.
Yes, I’m aware it sounds like a coke addict’s tally after a heavy binge. But I’m talking about eyelash extensions. I blew $700 on my eyelashes in two months. I know, it sounds crazy, but those two months were the most glorious eight weeks of my cosmetic life. And I’d do it again if I could scrounge up the cash. Read more … Keep reading »
What’s the only thing worse than finding out your man is cheating on you? According to the author of The Straight-Up Truth About the Down-Low, it’s finding out that he’s stepping out on the side … with another dude.
Despite what Hollywood would have you believe, such information is rarely the fodder for hilarious hijinks, a la the recent Chris Rock vehicle “Death at a Funeral.” Instead, the realization that your man’s been secretly playing for the other team all along can cause a special kind of devastation, according to Joy Marie, the book’s author. Read more … Keep reading »
In the world of online dating, it’s a tale as old as time: You meet somebody online who’s funny. Genuine. Charming. Until the IRL date happens … and you find out that he’s not quite the person you found yourself engaging in witty banter with on the Internet.
Virtual dating assistants exist exactly for that reason — to give those (primarily guys) who lack the capacity to reel in a potential date a little help in the profile-creation department. Read more … Keep reading »
For the last five months, I’ve been walking around with one-and-a-half breasts. The reason: My breast reconstruction, a two-part surgical process that began with expanders and will end with the implants I’ll get tomorrow, didn’t exactly go according to plan following the prophylactic mastectomy I had two days before Christmas.
Due to this post-op snafu — and the fact that I, a breast cancer gene (BRCA1) carrier, had to make an impossible choice of removing my breasts without ever having had breast cancer — I’ve spent most of 2010 being uber-focused on my partially deflated girls. Read more … Keep reading »
Your man displays any number of great qualities: kindness, the ability to keep his mouth shut during a movie, a willingness to entertain your “does this make me look fat?” clothes-modeling ritual, an unwillingness to splash out any cash any time you two go out …
Hold up — what was that last one again? Is it possible that Loverboy is perfect in every other way except when it comes to parting ways with Lincoln, Franklin or Grant during a date with you? And if so, should this trait be a dealbreaker for the relationship? Read more … Keep reading »