There are guys (and gals!) out there who do not wear wedding rings. Some of them have never had a ring (weird hand-fasting ceremonies, etc) and some just choose not to encircle the fourth finger on their left hand with a hunk of precious or semi-precious metal. I’m sure you know a few of them and their reasoning may even make sense. But a lot of the rationale is BS and doesn’t really hold up in the light of day. Here are our top ten excuses for not wearing a wedding ring. Keep reading »
The year 2008 AD was another barn-burner for celebrity breakups, hook ups, make-ups and hiccups. Some things were only a matter of time (Hugh Hefner’s harem heads home and George Clooney breaks Sarah Larson’s heart), some were a bit shocking (Christie Brinkley’s husband paid that girl how much to keep quiet?) and some we really should have seen coming a mile away (Oh, David Duchovny’s character on “Californication” is an aspiration, got it), but here we have chosen the top 10 celebrity-related love stories of 2008. Keep reading »
Dear Ladies: Before you don’t return my call, allow me to explain something: I am a rebel. Keep reading »
The December holidays are a time of romance and sex, right? Whimsical jewelry commercials, love-themed Christmas songs and invitations on pretty paper to parties for “you and a guest” all add up to a magical time of year… except if you’re single. Keep reading »
Candlelight, red wine, freshly made pasta. Flirting at a small table in a corner infrequently visited by the waiter. Such are the makings of a great date.
But not if you can’t eat what they’re serving. What if you must start with a 10-minute interrogation: Can the scaloppini be prepared without a dusting of flour? Can I forgo the bed of pasta and just have the red pepper salmon? Does the chef use anything to thicken the risotto? Embarrassing. Your waiter takes a few trips to the kitchen to speak with the chef, and your date progresses in fits in starts. And–let’s be honest–you might seem a little high-maintenance (think Sally Albright, the picky heroine who ordered everything on the side in the romantic comedy When Harry Met Sally). Keep reading »
“So let me get this straight? You’ve been a stripper for the past eight years and you’ve never slept with anyone during that entire time?” Blair, my co-worker at the strip club, asked.
“I know, it sounds really weird,” I said. “I just haven’t. Maybe its guilt from my Italian Catholic upbringing.”
“Kiersten, how is that possible? Come on, that can’t be true,” Blair replied. Keep reading »