Things like this happen when you least expect them. There you are on a Saturday morning, doing laundry and listening to your boyfriend sing, “Girls, Girls, Girls” in the shower for the millionth time when you catch a whiff of a perfume that is definitely not yours on his favorite t-shirt. You crane your neck to catch the strains of, “I’m such a good, good boy / I just need a new toy,” and wonder, could he be cheating?
If you confront your man, and your suspicions are confirmed, will you join the ranks of Hillary Clinton and Tammy Faye Baker to stand by your man? Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis once said, “I do not think there are any men who are faithful to their wives.” Well, John F. Kennedy certainly wasn’t, but do all men have the cheating bug in them? Is a relationship, once soiled with adultery, gone for good? Read more … Keep reading »
One of the first times I went on a date with a girl, she asked me, “Are you bi or gay?”
“Well, I’m still figuring that out,” I told her.
Her response was: “I knew you were too good to be true.” I then fell all over myself in an effort to explain to her that, although I was unsure about how to define my sexuality, I was definitely into girls, more so than I’m into guys. I am not and have never been bi-curious, bi for attention or bi only when men are around. Since then, I’ve figured out that I’m solely into girls. So I guess I wasn’t too good to be true, huh?
But, alas, in parts of the gay community, being bi or being a lesbian who has hooked up with guys in the past is like having horns or an incurable disease.
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Yesterday’s cautionary tale about Googling your date got me thinking. My last blind date (before which I did no investigation) was seriously a nightmare.
As Tom and I sat down for a glass of wine, he launched right in: “I am under investigation by the Federal Government.” I smiled and laughed. “I’m serious,” he said with a strangely vacant smile. “What for?” I asked shifting in my seat and starting to sweat a little bit. “They are accusing me of insider trading, but I’m innocent.” “Great!” I said relieved. “Unless I get indicted,” he said, “then I would go to jail.” I gulped my wine down, asked for the check, and sprinted in the rain as fast as I could to the nearest subway station.
So now my friend wants to set me up on a blind date and I want to make extra sure that I have all the dirt on this dude before proceeding. Never again will I suffer a repeat of the Tom scenario. So, following Wendy’s sage advice, I Googled this guy’s name AND email address.
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By now you’ve seen eight episodes of the web comedy series “MERRIme.com,” — winner for Best Comedy at the ITVFest — and we hope you’re loving it as much as we are. “MERRIme.com”‘s protagonist is Merri Weisman, a twentysomething trust-fund baby who’s just been dumped by her fiancé. When her father orders her to find a job, pronto, Merri realizes that the key to her survival is not a career, but a man — via the crazy world of online dating. “MERRIme.com” was written by Kaily Smith (along with David Weidoff), a 26-year-old actress originally from Denver, Colorado. We chatted with Kaily about how she was able to put together an entire web series with a lot of hard work and a little help from her friends. Check out The Frisky’s exclusive interview, after the jump… Keep reading »
Last weekend at a party, I noticed a toad-like man attaching himself to a beautiful, talented friend of mine. Not only was she way out of his league, looks-wise, but as I eavesdropped I discovered he was one of those dudes who delivers endless monologues instead of engaging in actual conversations.
Ladies, I think we’ve all been stuck with that guy. This time it was my friend’s turn. Keep reading »
Esquire.com recently posted a “personal catalog” of 30 “likes, dislikes, habits, and rules” about the way men eat. I haven’t thought much about it before, but looking at this list, I suddenly realize that men and women are practically opposites when it comes to mealtime. After the jump, 10 habits and rules for men from Esquire, plus our own personal catalog of 10 likes, dislikes, habits, and rules about the way women eat. Keep reading »
Are you ready for this one? If you want to get someone to like you … copy him! As in say what he says, nod when he nods, smile when he smiles. Yes, that’s all it takes. A new study done with monkeys, balls, and marshmallows (yes, you read that correctly) shows that people recognize and prefer those who mimic their behavior, proving once again that humans and monkeys alike are all hardwired to be totally self-absorbed. [Time] Keep reading »
Sigh. Merri, Merri, Merri … What on earth were you thinking? Last time we saw Merri, she was dumping the hot teacher from “90210″ — way to go, sister! The Gossip Guys join us in giving Merri a slap on the wrist. [MERRIme.com] Keep reading »
A woman wrote to Rowan Pelling, the resident sex advice columnist for the Daily Mail, with a question I bet many of us have had at one point or another. She writes:
I’ve been with my boyfriend for six months, we’re both 34 and I am fairly sure he’s The One. The other night we ended up having a conversation about how many lovers we’d had. He told me he had slept with eight women and suddenly I felt nervous about confessing the truth – I had a lot of flings at university and in my first job at an ad agency, so my tally is closer to 40. But I found myself saying ten and even then he looked horrified. I hate being untruthful with him, but don’t want to be judged either. What should I do?
So, what do you think? Is honesty always the best policy? If the woman has been tested for STDs, etc. and shared the results with her boyfriend, is it even his business what her sex life was like before he started a relationship with her? Or should couples be completely honest with each other about their sexual histories?
Check out Pelling’s advice after the jump. Keep reading »
As if dating shows couldn’t get any worse, there’s a new addition to the primetime lineup this summer called “Dating in the Dark.” Maybe you’ve heard about it. Three men and three women court each other in a pitch-black room to find out if love is, in fact, blind. While I’m not racing to the next casting call, I do think I’ve figured out what my secret weapon would be: an accent. Who, I wonder, has never melted like chocolate in a warm hand at the sound of an exotic voice? Give me a nice Scottish brogue and those lights would never have to come on. Keep reading »