Last night, after I had dinner with a girlfriend, we weren’t quite ready to go home yet, so we stopped by a bar a few blocks down the street for a beer. The place was pretty crowded and we grabbed the last two seats at the bar. Just as we were sitting down, some guy in a polo shirt and backwards baseball cap came running over and said, “Hey, ladies, I was saving those seats for a couple of friends of mine.” I shot him a nasty look, turned to my friend and said, “Let’s just get out of here.” I was already turned off by the numerous TV screens sportin’ football, and this d-bag pushed me over the edge. “Hey, hey, I was just kidding!” he said, suddenly aware that his “pick-up line” totally bombed. “But in all seriousness, folks, first beer’s on me.” And then, before we could even respond — or order that first beer — he disappeared into the crowd never to be seen again. That was bad, but I’m sure some of you can top it. So, spill it, readers! What are some of the worst pick-up lines you’ve ever gotten? Keep reading »
Out of all the seven deadly sins, Envy is probably the least attractive (with Gluttony hot on its heels). Lust, Greed, and Pride have practically become virtues in modern times and who’s going to deny a girl a little Wrath when she’s been wronged? Sloth? Well, hey, everybody needs to sleep in once in a while.
To help keep you from falling prey to this most vicious of sins, we’ve assembled some guidelines. Keep reading »
Ah, first dates. So nerve-wracking. If only you knew exactly what was going to happen, then you could plan out everything in advance. But first dates are kind of like playing the lottery. You gotta be in it to win it, but sometimes you end up empty-handed. If you’re a woman, you know these sort of situations don’t always go so smoothly. If you’re a guy, here are 10 tips that can make the first date easier on all of us. Keep reading »
One of the best parts of having a platonic guy friend is having a go-to for the male perspective. And now I’m going to share my guy friend, Peter, with the world — by answering your questions and then getting his take.
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This has been a real week de merde and I’m currently bumming out big time. It was great having my sister here for Thanksgiving (or le Sanks-geev-ing-uh as the French like to say). We spent the past few days on a veritable Parisian binge—drinking bordeaux, shelling out at fancy restaurants, and buying typically Parisian clothing. (I must literally be a walking cliché thanks to my growing wardrobe of striped shirts, blouses with bows, and pleated skirts). Keep reading »
My boyfriend is 10 years older than me. We’re in love and it’s awesome. There are many, many perks to dating a dude who is older, some of which you can read here. But there’s one tiny downfall, at least for me. In his 40 years on earth, my devastatingly handsome boyfriend has had more than his share of girlfriends and has been in love a handful of times. This is probably totally normal and not a cause for, uh, concern for most 30-year-old women, who have likely had many relationships in their lives too. Unfortunately, I haven’t and his vast relationship experience makes me feel like I’m somehow not as special as I’d like to be. Keep reading »
I am not the “other woman.” I am “another woman.” How do these two differ you ask? Well, if I were the other woman, the guy I’m “dating” would be in a committed, monogamous relationship with a woman and I’d be the one he was hiding and sneaking around with. But that is not the case at all. He is not in a committed relationship. He does not have a girlfriend. He just happens to be in a non-committal, non-monogamous relationship with me and another woman. The kicker is that I and the other woman know each other. She and I are not friends at all. We don’t travel in the same circles. Oddly enough, he is the one who introduced us to each other. Yes, I know what you are thinking right now. “What! This girl is crazy, off her rocker to be in this situation!” But please, before you judge let me explain how this situation came about. Keep reading »
I was a horrible liar, and we both knew it, but I had no choice. There was no possible way I could tell him that when I reached into his coat pocket and took his hand—to this day the only bold, romantic gesture I have ever made—it was because I thought he wanted me to.
“You’re just doing that as a friend, right?” He asked, sheepishly.
“Yeah. It, uh, helps with balancing.” Keep reading »