According to an AP article, some busy singles are asking their parents to find their spouse for them. Why spend time going on endless bad dates when you can have your parents select your soulmate? Proponents of arranged marriages say the process takes the guesswork out of picking a partner, relieves the stress of having too many choices, and puts your future in the hands of those whose experience you may trust more than your own. While this way of matching people is popular among certain cultures, I can’t imagine asking my mother to find me a husband. I’d rather mess up on my own than blame my mother for picking someone I may or may not like, even if that means six months of bad dates. [AP via AM New York] Keep reading »
The Frisky is full of extremely serious questions about bedroom behavior — like this one: have you ever farted in front of someone you’re boinking? We sent Lori out onto the streets to get answers from regular folk — suffice it to say, some of them would be appalled by my complete lack of shame. Keep reading »
I have dated losers of all stripes. Degenerate gamblers, pathological liars, cheaters, guys who can’t get it up, nymphomaniacs, older guys, younger guys, short guys, out of shape guys, steroid-pumping in-shape guys, musicians, baby daddies and waiters. I even had a brief affair with a Voice Over Artist. Yes, in a world where you can’t find a boyfriend, you have sex with a man who reads out loud – for a living.
Totally shockingly, in this vast, impressive portfolio of Y chromosome mediocrity, I have always ended up with the shit end of the stick. The common thread that weaves all these winners together (deep-seeded dysfunction aside) is the complete ambiguity that defined my relationship with each of them. We dated, often for months on end, but was he my boyfriend? I would be plagued with the flogging inner monologue of a quiz show – question after question after question. What was he doing when he wasn’t with me? How come he drinks so much? Why does he smell like Chanel No. 5 when I wear Stella McCartney? And where did all those track marks on his arms come from?
You know, typical pseudo-girlfriend type worries. Keep reading »
Here’s the deal. A few months ago, I was dating a guy I was really into. One night, at a party, a friend of mine approached us. Except, she didn’t seem to want to talk to me — she flirted with my man while his arm was wrapped around me! She even asked for his email address and then fumbled for a reason — she wanted to add him to her comedy show’s e-blast. I’m so sure — at least wait for the relationship to die before you swoop in like a vulture. But since I didn’t want to cause a Jerry Springer-style scene over it, I shrugged it off and thought, Nice try sweetheart, but he’s leaving with me.
A couple months later, that guy and I broke up and she friended me on Facebook. Feeling guilty for making fun of her and even sillier for holding a grudge on someone who clearly wasn’t a threat, I decided to accept her friendship (on the Internet at least). But Facebook is full of all sorts of TMI — profile picture changes, updates on favorite books, and the one that got me: accepted friend requests. Months after the chick hit on my man — okay, my ex-man — he accepted her friend request as well. I did a little web-stalking and found out that they’re now dating. I’ve always thought that I didn’t care about exes and friends dating (like when Denise Richards hooked up with her friend Heather Locklear’s husband after they split), but now I’m rethinking my position. What’s your verdict? Keep reading »
Check out this cartoon depicting one guy’s thoughts about online dating. It starts out on a positive note — the girl he’s been chatting with says she’ll go on a date with him, and he even gets some virtual tongue action via instant messenger. Things seem to be going well enough, as they take a ride on a ferris wheel, go to the movies, have a picnic in the park, go to bed together…and then, you realize the guy is dreaming. This is so true about online dating. Since you haven’t met any of the people, you can imagine them however you want (with a face like Casey Affleck and a voice like Pierce Brosnan). You can visualize your life with them until you meet them. Then, you see that they completely suck or can’t hold a conversation or don’t look like their pictures at all. “[Dating is] like buying a CD, only if you like the CD, you have to call the store and see if they’ll let you keep it. And if you don’t like it, you have to call the store and tell them why,” one of my friends told me. That’s why I illegally download music. [I Am Bored] Keep reading »
It was our third date before Chris brought me back to his apartment. He was a writer as well, which should have been an immediate red flag. Our relationship was bound to see its demise surely brought on by rabid insecurity leading to competition, some hate sex and then ultimately an anti-climactic break up. But I ignored the little voice in my head and went out with him anyhow. Something about beggars and choosers. Keep reading »