I’ve always thought guys were more likely than ladies to think about sex all day. After all, don’t we have better, more cerebral things to think about?
Now it turns out that the old belief — that men think about sex all of the time — may not be true. A new study reveals that men actually think about food and sleep proportionately more than they do about sex.
This was a surprise to me. Maybe all of those times that I thought my husband was coming on to me, he just wanted me to make him a big bowl of ice cream and then get some shut eye. Have I been entirely misinterpreting his advances? Read more… Keep reading »
My name is Amelia and I am a stress seeker. According to a recent article in Women’s Health, stress seekers are “addicted to high-anxiety lifestyles … because somewhere along the line being stretched to the limit turned into a badge of honor.” I know about when it happened for me. When I was suddenly dumped by my fiance, after nearly five years together, I threw myself into my job. Working gave me something to focus on when the question, Who am I without him?, was keeping me up at night. No longer his fiancee, I needed to be of value to someone or something else. He didn’t want to marry me anymore, so I married my job instead. Keep reading »
Towards the end of our second date, per Dr. Diana’s instructions, I told Old Flame I was dating other people as we were leaving the bar. I wasn’t sure how he’d react, but oddly, it seemed to sexually excite him. Our goodnight hug and smooch turned hot. We stood in my stairwell, kissing furiously. There was hair pulling, hand roving, and dirty talk. Keep reading »
In the few months following my breakup from Mr. Ex-Jessica, if and how to couple up again has hovered in the periphery of my mind. It’s clear to me that I’m still very sore about the breakup and earning my trust will be a slow, perhaps even
Sisyphysian Sisyphean, task for a man. But still I want occasional companionship: although there’s plenty of things to enjoy about being newly single, like lots of time to read books and hang out with my girl friends, it’s also nice to have drinks and flirt with a dude sometimes. I am OK at this point with that companionship being totally casual. In fact, I think it has to be casual. I’m not ready to be in a committed relationship or to be anyone’s girlfriend so soon.
I thought I’d found someone online to casually date: he’s smart, he’s funny, he took care of me, and he understood how sore I still am from the breakup. He’s an all-around wonderful guy who would make a great boyfriend to someone. It warmed the cockles of my black, bitter heart to know that there are good single men out there. But after about six weeks or so of going on dates once or twice a week, it became clear to me that our personalities are just too different. We clashed so many times that the romantic butterflies flew away, so to speak. I wrestled with the idea of continuing to date him because, after all, it was just casual. But putting myself in his shoes, I asked if I’d want someone to keep going on dates with me even if they weren’t feeling anything anymore. I decided “no” and that I would end things with him.
But the way I finally broke up with him was just … not … good. Keep reading »