Dude site Asylum asked readers for stories of the tattoos they majorly regret and got this gem from Jessica:
I got my first tattoo when I was 16. I decided I wanted to get my boyfriend’s name on my chest, so it would always be close to my heart. I went to the first tattoo shop that was open. The woman who did it asked me to take a look at the stencil she put on me to see if I liked it. Upside-down, I thought it looked good. The actual inkjob felt like she was cutting me instead of tattooing me. I didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like, so I thought I was just being a crybaby. After I got it done, I went home and looked in the mirror. To my surprise …
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In the latest episode of Therapy For Your Pocketbook
, Connie confesses she’s been keeping her purchases in the closet and under the bed — anywhere her live-in boyfriend won’t find them. Finance Expert Manisha Thakor
says it’s OK to have fun with the money you’ve earned, but when spending gets out of control it affects you and your partner. Show you’re responsible by setting up an account specifically for “Want” purchases. [Therapy For Your Pocketbook
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In the latest episode of Therapy For Your Pocketbook, Susie worries about who will take care of her parents — and pup — if something happens to her. Finance expert Manisha Thakor
says buying life insurance in your 20s is a common mistake. The purpose of life insurance is not to take care of your parents, but your dependents. If you don’t have dependents, skip it. [Therapy For Your Pocketbook
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We hate those people who smugly say, “I have no regrets.” If you have no regrets in life, you lack the ability to look back on the choices you’ve made, recognize mistakes, and take steps to do better in the future. We have plenty of regrets, but recognizing them doesn’t mean that we dwell on what we did wrong in the past; it just means we’re better prepared to not make the same mistakes in the future. That’s why we would never sleep with these 15 dudes again. Once was enough. Keep reading »
There is something about penis enhancement pills that just seems taboo. Almost like diet pills. You don’t want to admit to taking them because well they’re not healthy for you, and well, they’re simply for your appearance and nothing else, except your self esteem. At the spritely young age of 19, I never thought I would come in contact with penis enhancement pills, unless it was a commercial for viagra, in which I simply giggled and say “thank goodness my man doesn’t need that”. Then I met him.
I was dating a guy who was on the Football team in college. He had a body that looked like it was straight out of Playgirl, big blue eyes and a sweet personality; not to mention he was a country boy, accent and all, the only thing missing was a pair of overalls and cowboy hat. I thought, could he get any hotter? While I hate to admit he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, he was fun for the time being. We were dating for about a month and decided to have sex. He wasn’t the greatest kisser, but when I saw what he was packing that did not matter. Let me tell you about his penis … Keep reading »
I’m newly single and definitely on the dating scene. I’ve dated a couple of guys here and there. Cute, not so cute, smart, not so smart, I consider men to be like ice cream flavors; you can’t judge until you’ve tried them. Well, this one wasn’t really worth trying. If I compared this date to ice cream, it would taste like old rotten milk with sprinkles and a Yarmulke on top. He asked me on a date and also asked that I pick the place. I picked a place that was fairly priced and conveniently located. Not only did he show up 10 minutes late, he showed up wearing a blue cotton button down collared shirt, tucked into light denim washed skinny, but not so skinny, jeans. They were a cross between skinny jeans and boot cut, quite frankly, I’m not sure what they really were. He had on a brown belt, and these awful black leather, scuffed, square toe loafers. I was already turned off. Call me super shallow but this outfit was too much to digest and we hadn’t even started dinner yet. We talked about life and what not and when the bill came, I put my hand on it and simply asked if I could split it with him. I’m not one to expect a man to pay for dinner, especially on a first day, but instead of simply answering with a “Yes, sure” like a gentleman would have, he responded by saying, “Yea, I was hoping you’d say that, I can’t afford to pay for a dinner for two people right now.” He then pulled out his headband and put it on his head to hold his hair back. I was so confused as to what was going on at the table. This date was a date from hell. I ended up paying for more of the bill than he did and I guess it was better off that way. I paid to not go on a second date.
This date was surely from hell, and beyond uncomfortable … do you have any terrible dating stories to share? Keep reading »