The dentist’s office is a confusing place: the sound of the drill, the smell of fluoride, the group of strangers probing at your mouth and asking you if you have a boyfriend. And you know what? It’s even worse if you start listening for innuendo. Here are 10 things my dentists have said to me over the years that might have actually been pick-up lines:
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I was one of the skeptics. Online dating sounded kinda lame to me. It sounded kinda like giving up. After all, I was living in New York, a city teeming with eligible bachelors. In theory. I wasn’t meeting any of them, but I was told they were out there. And I wanted to go on some dates. Grad school was calming down, I’d been single for long enough, and I wanted to check out some of those tiny, funky restaurants in the Village. I didn’t want anything serious. I wanted something to wear cute shoes for. I wanted the opportunity to flirt a little.
“Go online,” my beautiful and much more outgoing best friend said. Keep reading »
Last month, The New York Times profiled Barbara Terry, a 52-year-old prostitute living in the Bronx section of New York City who’s been working as a lady of the night for more than 30 years. As a woman in her 20s, Terry was left alone to care for four young children and needed to find a way to support herself. And though she had two years of training to become a medical lab technician under her belt, she was drawn to the “exciting” life of prostitution. Over the years, Terry’s learned a thing or two about how to get along in the world — and while we certainly don’t recommend that you pursue a career as a prostitute, we do think Terry has a few points of wisdom to pass on. While her children are less than thrilled with her life on the streets, she says, “I’m the mother, so they can’t say anything. When I’m ready to get off, I’ll get off.”
After the jump, eight pieces of wisdom from a woman who’s seen her share of the seedy side of life.
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Happy Chinese New Year! Today is officially the start of The Year of the Dragon. I know what you’re all thinking: but what does this Year of the Dragon business have to do with me? (First of all, find out if you were born in the Year of the Dragon here. If you weren’t, find out what your Chinese Zodiac sign is here.) Well, at least that’s what I was thinking. I was born in the Year of the Horse, which means I’m adaptable, intelligent, funny, diplomatic and a total workaholic. Oh, you don’t care? OK fine. Whinny, whinny. Stomp, stomp. (That was the Horse in me throwing a little tantrum.) After the jump, some things you need to know about these Dragon people who will be hogging the astrological spotlight all year long. Ahem, may I just point out that dragons aren’t even real? Keep reading »
We tend to think that coupling has gotten more — not less — complicated through the ages. But a simple perusal of these guides to flirtation from the late-1800s will have you thinking twice. Every flick of a fan, wink of the eye, or toss of a glove signified something to a potential suitor, so women had to be careful not to accidentally send the wrong message. Because trust us, there were zillions of them. Keep clicking for a comprehensive list — taken from the National Library of New Zealand — of the confounding and hilarious flirting signals Victorian ladies were expected to know in order to catch a man. Get your fans and gloves ready, ladies. [ListsofNote]
Two days before my birthday last November, I got a facial at my favorite spa. I lay down on the bed, with the paper gown tucked around me, and the technician went about working her magic on my pores. She put a mask on my face and left me to relax for 10 minutes, with cucumbers resting gently over my eyes, the lights dimmed, and soothing music playing. The setting should’ve been everything I needed to stay calm, and it was … for about two minutes. Then my phone beeped, and I saw a text from a friend telling me to check her Twitter stream ASAP. Of course, I was curious, but I couldn’t get a signal, and spent the rest of the “rest period” feeling antsy, continually picking up my phone to see if suddenly service had been restored. The serenity that I look for when I go to the spa, the chance to shut off my mind while getting my skin rejuvenated, wasn’t there, because all I could think about was when I could get out of the room to check my phone. Keep reading »