If you were to follow every rule (and not just The Rules) that have been written about dating, you’d be too confused to actually ever go out on any dates. So-called sexperts and relationship gurus are constantly contradicting both themselves and each other— Should you call him? How long do you wait to engage in frisky relations? Is a “MOM” tattoo a valid dealbreaker? Ask a dozen experts, get a dozen different answers.
However, there are one or two rules that everyone seems to agree on. Generally acknowledged as common knowledge, these are things that pretty much all the experts agree that you should follow like the law. Except, they’re wrong. Keep reading »
I’m going to come right out and cop to this—I have been dumped more times than I can count. You’d think that after the 5,234th time, I’d be a tad more resilient, but nah. I have mourned certain dead relationships for longer than they went on in the first place and made an idiot of myself over men so patently unworthy, it’s a wonder I haven’t had my feminist card revoked. Lucky for everyone within sobbing distance, I haven’t been dumped in a while, but as a public service I figured I’d share my mistakes so you can learn from them, after the jump… Keep reading »
Sex sells and we’re all paying the price. Whether you’re a married mom or single and ready to mingle, rendezvous require cold, hard cash, even if you go soft or your date backs off. Kate Carraway, a Canadian blogger for Nerve, decided to go deep and discover the costs associated with satisfying our crotch like lube, internet porn, booze, dates, and gas. She followed a wealth of people, from the $25,000 a year cougar in a long distance relationship, to the hipster computer nerd couple that made $120,000 combined, for a month to track their expenses. So who dropped the most dough?
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Have you ever just not been in the mood to go out on yet another first date, but force yourself to do it anyway? You talk yourself into it, reasoning, “What if he’s the one and instead of meeting him, I stayed home to eat cereal out of the box and watch ‘Gossip Girl’?” So, being a trooper, you slap on some lipstick and head out. And then nine times out of ten, the whole evening turns out to be an exercise in humiliation and/or futility and you come home more miserable than you were beforehand.
That’s because while it can be fun, dating can also be brutal. To be at all successful you have to be at the top of your game. Do you think Serena Williams sits around drinking milkshakes and watching reality TV the week before Wimbledon? No. She trains, stretches, meditates and makes certain her cutest tennis whites are clean. Keep reading »
Guys always complain about other guys who crash their party when it looks like a lady is headed for a dance in their pants, but we girls have plenty to boo-hoo about too. Just last weekend, I got blocked by my gay BFF. He helped me coordinate my outfit; then, he totally cramped my style. While he makes for a fun partner in crime, he looks like he’s my boyfriend when we’re out on the town. I love his company, but I never should have asked him to be my escort when I went to a bar to meet up with my crush. My wing woman was already booked with a date of her own, and my replacement totally backfired. While my gaydar is so precise I could probably sell my honing skills to the military, the object of my desires clearly didn’t realize I was rollin’ with a dude who was not interested in my tunnel of love. The mere presence of another guy killed my chances. If only I’d made my bestie wear a T-shirt that read: “DON’T WORRY: I’M GAY.” Now that I’ve learned my lesson, I hope this tale of woe will be a warning to all women: Don’t let a guy who won’t go downtown on you stop your flow of oncoming traffic.
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The other day, we mentioned guys who work on Wall Street are having a hard time — on the job and on the dating scene. If you’re the kind of woman would have blown off the financial type in the past, we’ve got ten good reasons why you should consider giving them a chance now. Keep reading »
Everybody has a “type.” Personally, I like a man with a big schnozz — bonus points if he’s got a collection of acne scars a lá Tommy Lee Jones. My pal Annie likes preppy men — but only after they’ve gone to seed and become a little bloated in the process. Suzanne has a weakness for thin Japanese guys who like indie rock music, while Maddy adores bike messengers of all shapes and sizes.
But there are certain types of guys who should be nobody‘s type. These guys are distinguished by one thing — an overabundance of one or more very bad qualities. Your guide to boys to avoid, after the jump… Keep reading »
Right Wing News, a conservative political blog, interviewed six women who’ve dated both liberals and conservative men and asked them about their differences. The overall majority seemed to think liberal men were whiny and arrogant. One woman said, “Liberals were always happy to suggest we split the check; it must be some Clintonian socialist entitlement. They also tend to own clothing displaying their irrational fear of Dick Cheney, and/or love for Che Guevara. They are the shaggy haired, greasy hipster types you find loitering in the Apple Store.” I laughed out loud at this because I totally know what kind of dude she’s talking about and his name is My Brother. Anyway, this series of interviews amused me and got me thinking about the real differences between conservative guys and liberal guys, if you try and take away your own personal bias and disagreements on “the issues”. Keep reading »
There are so many things involved in attraction. From clothing to chemistry, a never-ending list of items can be turn-offs. But sometimes differences are a turn-on, from magnets to men, you know what they say: opposites attract. Still, some things are so repellent, they’re deal breakers.
I truly believe that the number one reason to get a boyfriend is to let yourself go. Not like “let yourself go” in a Britney kind of way – that’s scary – but let yourself go in a “let’s get a little fat together” kind of way. You get to do things in a couple that you don’t get to do when you’re single. Like get popcorn at the movies. Or spend an entire day drinking beer and eating buffalo wings any time between, I don’t know, September and January (football season). Good, wholesome, highly caloric activities that involve a lot of sitting. That’s high quality couple time.
It is with this mentality that I enter most relationships – which is why when I began dating a Manorexic, I quickly recognized the symptoms and got the eff out of there. My Manorexic — let’s call him Craig (as in Jenny) — seemed great. He was smart, handsome, gainfully employed, drank in moderation, and still had both balls – I was sold. Keep reading »