Ahh, Thanksgiving. A time of turkey, travel, tryptophan, and repeated viewings of “A Christmas Story” surrounded by family. If you’re coupled up in a relationship, you boo is probably in the picture, too, and perhaps-awkwardly negotiating an overnight bedroom situation. Will he be sleeping in your room (read: bed)? Will he be banished to the guest room with veiled threats from your mom that he’d better stay there all night? Did your normally-cool parents suddenly become sexytimes-Nazis? Why the hell is this such a big deal?! You share a bed all the time at your apartment!
Dear reader, I wish I knew. Parental figures can get weird about their kids’ sharing beds over the holidays, even when they know you’ve been dating for a long time … or have been living together for three years. There’s no sense in fighting it, unless you want to make the weekend awkward and put S-E-X on everyone’s mind. Whether he’s joining you and yours for the festivities, or you are joining him and his, here’s how to share a bed at a parents’ house without epic awkwardness. Keep reading »
This year, in honor of the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, The Frisky staff is going to be sharing our lists of what we’re thankful for. Amelia and Jessica shared last week. Now it’s Julie’s turn.
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If a movie was to be based on my love life, it would be called “New Year’s Eve.” (Or it would be called that if there wasn’t already a movie coming out with that very name and, in fact, sponsoring this very post.) But seriously, if I actually had the patience to sit down and write a screenplay based on the longest, most significant romantic relationship of my adult life, it would be a rom-com and if the name was available, it would be called “New Year’s Eve.” Here’s why. Keep reading »
Jessica’s Note on 11/23/11: An update to this post has been published here.
Late Sunday afternoon, I was lying around watching reruns of “Millionaire Matchmaker” when I realized I would fall asleep if I didn’t caffienate, pronto. I paused Patti Stanger, threw on my coat, and scurried to the local coffee shop. I expected a quick in-and-out, but one of the employees stopped to chat with me near a bag of beans.
You see, I go to this coffee shop three or four times a week and its always the same people working there. Ever since I moved into the neighborhood and quickly became a regular customer, I’ve had regular, friendly nod-smile-ask-how-are-you chitchat with them. You know, the kind of pleasantries that makes a neighborhood feel like “yours.”
So it wasn’t out of the ordinary to start chatting with this guy. Yesterday, as with every other day I run into him, we discussed only two topics: how are you and how’s the weather. I really didn’t want to chat; I wanted to get back to my TiVo on pause. So, I was caught off guard when he asked my name for the first time, told me his for the first time, and then said, “Sometime, I would like to take you out to dinner.”
Then I did something I’m not proud of: I burst out laughing, turned my back on him, and walked away. Keep reading »
Attention married, engaged, and otherwise coupled up folks! I know every — or most — romances are beautiful and special, but I have some sad news: yours will never live up to the relationship presented in Sunday’s New York Times‘ Vows column. Sonia “Sunny” Jacobs and Peter Pringle have raised the romantic bar to insurmountable heights. So what’s so special about Jacobs and Pringle’s relationship? Oh, they were both convicted of murder and then exonerated after years in prison. Keep reading »
I was afraid of falling in love with a gay guy. My sister diagnosed me with “homophilaphobia,” derived from the Greek roots homo, phila (which means love), and phobia. Even though it is not a real word, I had been dealing with it for a while and with good reason. I dated a guy who I thought was the love of my life for two years. On my birthday he confessed to me that he was in love with his (male) best friend from childhood. At first I was angry, then disturbed, and eventually paranoid. Every man I tried to date after him started to show clear signs that he was either on the down low or ready to bust out of the closet singing Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way.” Keep reading »