The recent news of Natalie Portman homewrecking her way into the arms of a ballet dancer (the male kind—Benjamin Mellepied) didn’t have us thinking about infidelity or Swan Lake—but girly men. Now we can’t be certain Benjamin is of the scented candles and bubble bath variety, for all we know he pounds Budweiser, watches football and vanishes at the words “can we talk?” But there’s a chance (maybe it’s the tights?) that Ben’s a stay-at-home and watch Gilmore Girls reruns type of a guy. Keep reading »
Amy Spencer is a dating expert and the author of Meeting Your Half-Orange: An Utterly Upbeat Guide to Using Dating Optimism to Find Your Perfect Match (Running Press). We asked her the dating questions that continue to baffle us.
Q: How can you tell if a guy is stringing you along?
A: My take is trust your gut. It’s your radar for the wrong guy — I call it your “wrong-dar” — and it will tell you when you’re being jerked around and not being treated as well as you deserve to be. If you’re not feeling your sexiest, coolest, funniest, warmest, most natural self around a guy, something’s not right. Read more … Keep reading »
I used to view Valentine’s Day as annual torture from pink fluffy teddy bears, questionable lingerie advertisements, and the Hallmark overlords. So much worse than the iron maiden. Every year, V-Day signaled the boys I dated to forget everything they knew about me and my otherwise sane girlfriends to either retreat into nauseous couple cute-love or singleton-induced hatred for the world. Keep reading »
Dear men everywhere,
I know in the past we’ve had our fair share of arguments, disagreements and maybe even a few bloody battles. I’ve probably called you all misogynists a few too many times and I know I often say things are easier for you than they are for the ladies. Sorry. I know it isn’t your fault that men tend to make more than women. And you, personally, are not responsible for the obsession with size 0 gals nor is it your fault that we’ve never had a chick president. I’ll admit: I hate on you guys a lot for no reason at all.
But, recently, I’ve come to appreciate you fellas and your trials and tribulations a whole lot more. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You think this is all tongue-in-cheek. You think I’m putting up a front, making fun of you. But seriously, man, I get it now. And what, you ask, has opened my eyes to all your pain and suffering?
Dating women. Keep reading »
I know, I know … the point is to have a magical, fantastical, romantical Valentine’s Day … the kind of evening that makes you tear up and blush in the re-telling, while your less-fortunate girlfriends snarl and gnash their teeth in envy.
Sadly, having the perfect V-Day isn’t easy. For one thing, unless you’re a narcissist, you generally have to rely on another party’s cooperation to truly make it work. For another, much like other festive occasions such as weddings and funerals, Valentine’s Day is an excuse for retailers and restauranteurs to jack up their prices. So unless this recession has left you and your man unscathed, the cost might be a bit of an ouchie. Then there’s the pressure. The shopping. Do you go with the fancy under-duds or fly freebird? Do you get him a gift or is he supposed to be the one doing the giving? So many questions, so few correct answers … Keep reading »
I don’t know much about men or dating, but I do have one thing down: staying broken up. I was recently asked by a friend, “How do you do it? How do you not call, text, or email him? Do you just not get the urge anymore, the minute things are over?” Oh, I get the urge. I just don’t give in to it. And I’m better off as a result — here are six ways I resist the desire to call, text, or email an ex.
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Whenever I walk down the street, I like to pretend that the music I’m listening to is my own personal soundtrack. The other day, a song popped up on my iPod that was so emotionally loaded with memories that it took me by surprise. It was the song I listened to on repeat for weeks during my freshman year of college, after a particularly dreamy encounter with a guy I was crushing on. For me, the song captured all the intricacies and excitement of that moment. It escalated my already-giddy happiness into a euphoria that beat any thrill I could get from dissecting the encounter with a friend. The music knew how I felt and carefully played with my emotions to make me believe that this song “got” me — like it was made just for me and that moment.
I truly believe that for every relationship, quasi-relationship, or sexual encounter you have, there is a song that perfectly encapsulates it. A song, no matter how annoying, whiny, cheesy, or sappy, that you can listen to on repeat because, durnit, that ditty knows exactly what you’re going through. After the jump, I’ve compiled a list of songs — taken from my personal experiences — which I feel categorize and exemplify specific relationships. Keep reading »
Over at the Daily Mail today, there’s an, um, interesting article about what you should and shouldn’t wear if you want to get lucky with your date on Valentine’s Day. The writer, you see, has been schooled by plenty o’ men and has learned designer duds and super high heels scream “high maintenance” to all men and will guarantee you’ll be spending the night alone. Find out what she says to avoid, as well as my suggestions, after the jump … Keep reading »
If you’ve been to bars in major metropolitan cities, chances are you’ve come into contact with a “pickup artist”: a dude who is trying to get your number by following a script. Whether he learned about pickup artistry from Neil Strauss’s book The Game or that VH1 show, “The Pickup Artist,” the guy macking on you is focused on one goal — getting women, including you, into bed.
But the opposite is not true in a “pickup artist school” for women: in fact, London’s Flirt Diva Academy focuses mainly on flirting. According to “flirt coach” Sue Ostler, flirtation is “lighting the spark to your personality and letting people see it shine through” and her Flirt Diva Academy services women ages 16 to 60 in classes like “Bag A Boyfriend” and the “Flirt Masterclass.” Or they can partake in a “Flirt, Schmooze & Shimmy” tour to hone their technique in the field at London’s hottest bars.
Helen Croydon, a journalist for the Times of London, braved the elements and a “Flirt, Schmooze & Shimmy” tour one evening. What she learned will surprise you …
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