My most baffling cheater moment was when my high school boyfriend told me those hickeys on his neck were bruises that he got from playing soccer. Dumb, dumb Jessica.

But it turns out that jerk’s lame lie was actually not the most ridiculous thing a cheater has ever said. “Things cheaters say” is a trending topic on Twitter right now, so I gathered up 25 of the best (read: worst) of these twitty tweets ...

Pisces (February 20-March 20)
You won’t be pulling any punches if you just let your mouth go off this week, because it will wind up expressing a bigger and bolder side to you that will even shock you at times. Seems when you’ve reached a limit of patience, you won’t be able to help yourself from just laying it all on the line. CONTINUE READING ...

Since creation, man has been an entity unto himself and woman has been his counterpart. First, God made man; then he made him a girlfriend. Men are the protagonists of our children’s stories, the majority of our doctors, generals and CEOs, the president, Jesus, God, Allah and Buddha. All “men” are created equal. To deny that man is the dominant gender is to deny our vernacular, religion, culture and art.

I am a Gemini and my boyfriend is a Virgo. We’ve been dating for about a year and a half, but we seem to butt heads ALL the time, over the smallest and the most ridiculous things that get completely blown out of proportion. We just cannot seem to avoid arguing. I always feel the need to talk and express how I feel and he is very reserved. We just can’t seem to get along for more than a few weeks at a time. 

 

The problem is that when we aren’t arguing, I am extremely, extremely happy and I care about him a lot. However, all the arguing has gotten to be too much. I like that we are so different and I am optimistic, but he is overly logical about too many things. We both bring out the absolute worst and the best in each other, but is it possible for us to find some way to get along? Or is this a sign that we shouldn’t be together? —Annoyed and Confused

Reader Nina snapped these outside a supermarket in Bochum, Germany. She translated the message as, “Love is there for everyone” and said, “The heart is edgy, but the message is sweet.” So true!

Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to tips@thefrisky.com.

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she finds the man of her dreams—with the exception of one flaw.

Today, that flaw is his body odor.

Contrary to public opinion, we prefer to exhibit ladylike behavior—and in accordance, we’d never crush a man’s self-esteem by telling him straight-up that his B.O. reeks. So we asked you for advice: How do you tactfully tell a guy he smells? Read more ...

It’s Friday! What are you definitely not going to be doing this weekend? Share it in the comments.

I’m 28, my boyfriend is about to be 27, and we’ll be celebrating our 5 year anniversary in a few months. We’ve been living together for about three years now and about a year ago I started bringing up buying a house, marriage and kids. I am not in a huge hurry to start a family, but I want to make sure my man wants to move in the same direction I do. I can never get a real answer from him about this. He always shrugs at me and says, “I’m not ready and I don’t know what I want yet, but I know I love you and want to be with you.” Soon after I broached these topics, my boyfriend got VERY mopey and down about his life. It has been very hard on the relationship, but I have been understanding because he finally started to go to counseling. I thought things would start getting better, but he dropped a bomb the night before last. He says he wants to get his own place so he can “find himself.” BUT, he says he does not want to break up with me and expects that things won’t change.

Be careful when buying your next piece of real estate. Not because the housing market is crap, but because real estate agents may charm your mate into bed at that so-called open house. According to a new study, both male and female real estate agents tend to be among the most unfaithful men and women. After surveying 1.9 million people, it was found that you might be able to determine your partner’s faithfulness by their line of work. And the people most likely to cheat are? For women: teachers, housewives, nurses, administrative assistants, and real estate agents. For men: doctors, lawyers, policemen, engineers, and real estate agents. I’m wondering how musicians, professional athletes, actors, politicians, and porn stars managed to stay off the blacklist? [Lemondrop]

When I read the gossip about Vanessa Paradis allegedly feeling so threatened by her man Johnny Depp’s upcoming on-screen sex scene with Angelina Jolie that she “forbade” him to take part in it, I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right.

My boyfriend, however, didn’t think this was a ridiculous rumor at all. “I think she’s being smart,” he said. Huh? Like Angelina Jolie is this all-powerful sex monster that zaps men of their free will and judgment, rendering them helpless at her feet, regardless of how attached and in love they might be?

I raised an eyebrow.

“It’s Angelina Jolie,” he insisted (emphasis his). Well, I see how long I’d last if my man were to come face-to-boobie with Ms. Jolie.

My boy bestie, our own Mind of Man John DeVore, wrote a hilarious piece for GuySpeak.com called “You Might Be A Player If ...” directed at dudes. Like:

You might be a player if ... you own as much leather as you do denim. And you wear your sunglasses on your head like a tiara.

One day as I was walking around the city, a few hours after I’d peed on a stick in my office toilet and that tell-tale plus sign came up, it dawned on me that every single person I was passing—every single old man, young child, bored teen, chubby woman, skinny fashionista, homeless guy, what have you—began life in the very same way: via a freaked-out woman who didn’t know what the hell she was getting herself into.

The first time I questioned my sexuality was when I was 12 years old. My family and I were in Las Vegas for my uncle’s wedding. Twelve was an awkward age because I was boob height, meaning not tall enough to look people in the eyes, but short enough so that it seemed everywhere I looked there were boobs, boobs, boobs. If you’ve ever been to Las Vegas you’ll know that in addition to the huge casinos, ginormous buffets and larger-than-life hotels, Sin City also seems to draw particularly busty women. It’s hot there and they walk around in plunging necklines and strapless dresses and wear tiny bikinis by the pool. So I was walking around at boob-height in a city where cleavage rules and I realized, to my horror, that I liked it. What’s more, all these women with their breasts hanging out turned me on.

I’m in a happy relationship, but I really want to avoid being one of those friends who, once in a relationship, loses her social life and packs up her cute party clothes. As a result, I go out at least once a week to a bar or a house party with girlfriends and I always try to look nice for the night out with the girls. The problem is, I’m often hit on when I’m out. I am very faithful so I definitely don’t think I give off a “come at me” vibe, but at least once a week, I end up with a look up and down or a conversation with a hopeful suitor. My boyfriend and I try to keep each other up-to-date on what’s going on in our lives since we both work and can’t see each other often. Am I disclosing too much by telling him those instances when I get hit on? I do not center the conversation around that topic, but I let him know what happened, then move on to what else happened in my day. He puts in a small joke or a short remark so it doesn’t appear that it bothers him. But when I told this to some of my friends, they told me it seems like I’m trying to make him jealous, since it happens often and I’m talking to him about it often. They told me I should stop talking about it because he probably finds it annoying and I’m wondering if they’re right. I’m very in love with my boyfriend and don’t find anybody more attractive than him. I’m not sure what to do — change my attitude and dress when I go out or just don’t disclose the instances that I get hit on to my boyfriend? — Disclosing Too Much

A few years ago, I slept with your husband. Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t some kind of an apology. Nor is it an explanation. And, trust me, I’m not looking for your forgiveness. Because here’s the thing. All these years later, you don’t even know. Or at least I don’t think you do. Sometimes I see you, and sometimes I see him, and sometimes I see the two of you together, and it’s like nothing happened. But if you ever wake up one day and realize what happened, here’s why I slept with your husband.