I am a self-described Smart Girl. I probably possess several other positive traits but my intelligence is one that I cling to and frequently define myself by. I have an MA in Applied Linguistics, I’ve been known to read Dickens on the beach and I have Very Strong Feelings about the correct use of “you’re.”
And yet? I never, ever miss an episode of MTV’s favorite train wreck: “Jersey Shore.”
Now, before you give yourself a headache from all that eye-rolling, I’d like to state my case. Keep reading »
If we’re to believe the marketing geniuses at Match.com, one in five couples now meets online. We’ve been looking, and dang, have we seen some messed up profile pictures. Listen, it’s sad but true, but your online dating profile pic can make the difference between somebody asking you out or moving right along. We’re superficial, we know these things and are guilty of passing on perfectly nice guys because they looked stanky in their pics. As such, we’ve come up with a simple list of dos and don’ts for both men and women to follow when selecting their all-important profile images. These suggestions have been culled with the help of our picky dude friends who have looked at countless online profiles, too, so they know what they’re talking about.
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It’s almost Christmas, with less than two weeks left in 2011, and I am feeling very grateful. Thankful for my friends, my family, the Frisky community, and, perhaps most important, the plethora of fine ass, rockin’ abs, bountiful titties, and full-frontal dudes that have graced the screen this year. Here are my pics for the best topless, bottomless, and totally nekkid scenes of 2011.
I was a virgin until a month before my 21st birthday. I was on my second date with a guy named Craig, a 20-something blond surfer type who got my number after I made him a chai tea to go at the coffee shop in his neighborhood where I worked. I was lying on his bed and the Best of Willie Nelson was playing on his CD player. He had a tapestry hanging on the ceiling and there was a poster for the critically un-acclaimed jam band, The String Cheese Incident, on the wall. I felt him enter me and it hurt like hell, but I was flying high on the notion that I had finally conquered two fears — the fear of having sex and the fear that I never would. Afterwards, I was a little embarrassed by the spotting of blood on his sheets — should I offer to wash them? — but I still couldn’t contain my excitement. Keep reading »
New Year’s Eve is completely overwrought with expectation, isn’t it? Will your party be hip-hop-video-caliber awesome? Who are you going to kiss? And most importantly, are you wearing enough sequins?
It’s enough to make a girl throw up her hands and stay in watching re-runs of “Breaking Bad.”
Never fear, friend. We’ve got seven ideas for totally different ways to ring in 2012. Keep reading »
Put down the self-help books, singletons looking for love. Unsubscribe to Dear Abby. Tell Steve Harvey to slow his roll. I have all the relationship advice you’ll ever need. Go get a pen, and write this down: quit trying.
I don’t mean quit dating, or quit looking for people to spend your life with. I mean that once you bang someone or date them and it feels weird, or they do something that kind of irks you or they’re not treating you how you want to be treated, stop dating that person. If you think communicating with them is more awkward or intimidating than you’d like it to be, or they won’t give you what you reasonably like in bed, or if they make you think you need to look, act or dress differently, stop dating that person.
Stop dating that person immediately and move on to the next person. Keep reading »
When you’re 32, have no serious romantic prospects besides the one(s) in your head, most of your close friends are getting married or having babies, and the only thing you’re sure of is that you’d like to have a baby someday too, you spend a lot of time thinking about how that’s going to happen. I am not proud of being a chick flick stereotype, believe me, but I looked in the mirror this morning and that’s what I saw and, well, time to face facts. Keep reading »
I did not want to be in college and be a mom. And I’m not talking about having a baby, I’m talking about dating one.
Tom and I were just barely in our 20s and our wants were few. Most of the time, just being together was enough. So when he told me that he going to quit working as a NYC bike messenger during in his fifth year of college, I just thought that meant there would be more “us” time. Keep reading »