What’s healthier: Still bringing up your ex five-hundred moons after you broke up with him, or, say, doing a search for his name on Flickr and gaining access to his latest photo uploads in the privacy of your own apartment and/or cube?
Am I less insane for airing the fact that I can’t get over a girl I haven’t seen in the flesh since “Frasier” was on, or am I more mentally robust if I stay mum on her hold over me while examining the Facebook page of everyone we ever mutually knew to see if she’s posted anything on their walls or was in any of their photo albums?
These are all trick questions. The real sign of sanity is … Read more. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Sudden Shock,” who wanted to know what she could do to salvage her relationship after her boyfriend of two weeks suddenly dumped her. After the jump, find out if she’s managed to move on yet or not. Keep reading »
I liked jerks. No, I loved them, but now, looking back, I realize it wasn’t just that. For the most part, every man who failed to call me was capable of calling someone else, and at a certain point, I had to face the fact that it wasn’t just them, it was me. I begged for men to be unaccountable. I allowed them to be untrustworthy. And I expected them to leave. Read more … Keep reading »
We here at The Frisky love men. In fact, we adore them. We like their bodies, their brains, and their strange way of doing things. So it’s always a tricky tightrope when you’re dealing with a dude to know when to be there for him — and when to cut and run. Since we’re here to help the ladies, we’ve created a handy guide that will help you know when your guy is just being a guy — or if you’ve got a dud on your hands who needs to be dumped. Keep reading »