Research has indicated that as much as 90 percent of people lie in their online dating profiles. Women in their 20s and 30s slyly deduct anywhere from five to 20 lbs. from their weight, while men tend to lie about income, education level and, yes, relationship status. Yikes.
Here, we count the ways regular folks get creative while creating sexier versions of themselves online. Keep reading »
I boldly venture into sexist territory. I move we take the “man” out of mani/pedi. Why? Because sitting next to someone of the opposite sex in my nail salon is different than sitting side-by-side with another woman. It just is.
I fully accept that some nice metrosexual may want his nails buffed or feet scrubbed ‘til they’re callus-free; nothing beats the feeling. I just wish he would take his good grooming business to the place where he gets a shave and a haircut. Keep reading »
When I tell people, “I live with my boyfriend three days a week,” I often get two reactions.
1. “That must be-um– challenging.”
2. “That sounds ideal!”
The first reaction often comes from a place of concern. How can you have a meaningful long term relationship when you only see each other three days a week? You can’t possibly know what it’s like to have a real, full-time relationship. What is he doing the other four days of the week, hmmm? Thoughts of infidelity run through their heads. How long could a relationship like this last? Keep reading »
So, we’ve updated our list of guys not to date in 2012, now we just need some guys we can go out with. Because dating is best tackled with a positive attitude (as positive as one can muster), we’ve put together a virtual shout out to the Universe. Dear Universe, please send some viable options this year such as the ones listed below. After the jump, guys you should date in 2012. Keep reading »
The first psychiatrist (“shrink”) I ever saw helped me through a rough time by prescribing me an anti-depressant. I figured I’d be on it short term until I was in a better place. That shrink took my health insurance. I didn’t realize how lucky I was.
Little did I know that once I relocated and needed to find a new doctor, I’d have a better chance of finding a unicorn with a prescription pad than a decent shrink who’d accept my insurance. Keep reading »