This morning, I stood waiting at the bus stop, debating whether to pull a book out of my purse, or pop earbuds in my ears and listen to my NPR Addict app. NPR, I decided. You didn’t read any news yesterday; you need some culture. So I reached my hand in that little pocket of my handbag where I keep my iPhone and fished around for my phone. Nothing. Damn it! I left it on the dresser! Oh, well. No NPR for me, I guess. I scanned my busy avenue, no sign of my bus in sight, and resignedly pulled Some Girls: My Life In A Harem out of my bag to bide the time.
It took me about three seconds to get lost in my incredible book. But all of a sudden, someone appeared right in my face, startling me. I winced for a second, then realized it was my boyfriend. David’s just-showered hair was sopping wet and he was only wearing a tee shirt on this chilly New Jersey morning. He was holding my iPhone.
I kissed him, thanked him, and told him to get back inside because it was cold. And while I watched him dart across the avenue back to our apartment, I flushed with a familiar feeling. He’s too nice for me, I thought. I don’t know if I deserve him. Keep reading »
Reader Emily snapped this photo in our nation’s capital.
Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to email@example.com. Keep reading »
David McCandless at Information Is Beautiful put together this handy charticle based on the most common autofills when you type “How do I get my boyfriend to…” and “How do I get my girlfriend to…” into Google. The results are certainly interesting. Hey, maybe if she shaves, he’ll propose, and if she blows him, he’ll last longer in bed. Just a thought. [The Gloss] Keep reading »
It can be hard sometimes to know when a relationship is over-over, or when you simply need a bit of a tune-up. Take the guesswork out of the equation with these 15 signs it’s time to break up, after the jump. Keep reading »
Yesterday I posted a quote from former Bond Girl Eva Green, who complained about being told she’s beautiful because she’d rather people compliment her for her acting talents. This quote irked me — as it irked many of you — and I’ve been thinking a little bit about why, exactly, I found it so annoying. On one hand, it’s irritating to hear anyone complain about being complimented. On the other hand, I “get” why it would be bothersome to have her good looks seemingly overshadow her other talents. Regardless, Green’s problem is utterly unrelatable; it’s certainly not one I’ve ever dealt with — quite the opposite, in fact.
Put simply, I would just love for someone to tell me that I am beautiful. Keep reading »
Peanuts, wheat, cologne and latex. Any of these seemingly harmless items can be a recipe for a disastrous date. Read how allergies have affected these 12 women’s love lives. Some of them got lucky, even with a puffy face. Keep reading »
I am the most disappointing bi-curious girl ever. My first kiss was with a girl at age 15, over a game of spin-the-bottle. But in the decade-plus since then, I have failed to act on any of the moments where I’m in close quarters with someone I am taken with. I’ve had these really intense crushes on women where I think about them and look at them all moon-eyed … but when it comes to making a move, I get pee-your-pants-nervous. It’s really lame.
Hopefully, one day I’ll just grow a pair of ovaries. But, luckily, some of my Frisky sisters act on their desires more than I do. After the jump, I asked them why they’ve experimented with other women: Keep reading »