The other day I was having dinner with a guy friend when he spotted something over my shoulder that had him salivating. Seriously, his eyes were going all googley and crap.
“What are you looking at?” I finally asked him.
“Don’t turn around now, but when you can, check out the woman at the table behind you and to the left.”
I nonchalantly gave the ol’ side eye. Keep reading »
A new study done at the University of British Columbia may explain our penchant for bad boys. No, it’s not because they treat us like crap. Phew, that theory has always really irked me. It’s all in their smile, or rather, lack thereof. Researchers found that women ranked images of men “brooding” far more sexually attractive than images of men “smiling.” Ah, but here’s the rub; men found images of women who were smiling more attractive than those who were brooding. Men and women have opposite sexual responses to smiling. Isn’t that fascinating? And so easy to fix for all parties involved. Guys (especially the nice ones) should smile less, girls (especially the serious ones) should smile more, and then we will all live happily ever after in a Utopian lovefest. Sounds plausible, right? [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
As I got ready to go on my second date with Party Boy, the be-dimpled guy I had shared witty banter and a cigarette with at my friend’s birthday party, I was hopeful, grateful in fact, that going to see one of our favorite bands together would be an awesome way to spend a Wednesday evening. Dr. Diana’s call to gratitude had kicked my negative dating booty in gear. This dating thing was actually becoming, dare I say it, kind of FUN. Keep reading »
One of the more difficult parts of being single is having to field comments and questions from friends and family members who are inexplicably invested in your dating life. One innocuous question in particular can be hurtful, no matter how well-intentioned.
A friend recently vented to me about her personal pet peeve: she hates when she tells a friend about a really great encounter with a guy, and the person responds with “So, when are you seeing him again?” Keep reading »
As a broke, 27-year-old graduate student slowly recovering from a messy break up, I posted a profile on OkCupid in hopes of meeting a guy who did his own laundry and didn’t kill animals. Despite my Baptist parents’ and grandparents’ longstanding encouragement to find a God-fearing gentleman, my standard was slightly lower. A man who was more or less moral would do. Keep reading »