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Last year, for my first Valentine’s Day with a new boyfriend, I gave him a carefully prepared box with five smaller wrapped presents inside, each labeled with one of the five senses.
For sight, a DVD of a movie we’d spoken about wanting to watch together. For hearing, a mix CD of songs I loved and wanted him to know. For smell, a bottle of the cologne he liked, and on which he was running low. For taste and touch, a jar of chocolate sauce and a paintbrush to apply it. Our relationship was new and exciting, and the presents ranged from the almost thoughtless to plans for naughty fun together. Keep reading »
I’m a Taurus and have been spending a lot of time with a Scorpio and it’s taking forever to find out if this is going to go past friendship. My sign is notorious for patience, and his is notorious for taking a while to commit, no? We’re not getting younger and while I’m a smitten kitten, I want the lion’s share of the good stuff. How long should I be prepared to wait, or should I move along already? – Fixed
Amy Spencer is a dating expert and the author of Meeting Your Half-Orange: An Utterly Upbeat Guide to Using Dating Optimism to Find Your Perfect Match (Running Press). We asked her the dating questions that continue to baffle us.
Q: How can you tell if a guy is stringing you along?
A: My take is trust your gut. It’s your radar for the wrong guy — I call it your “wrong-dar” — and it will tell you when you’re being jerked around and not being treated as well as you deserve to be. If you’re not feeling your sexiest, coolest, funniest, warmest, most natural self around a guy, something’s not right. Read more … Keep reading »
Recently, the National Retail Federation estimated that Americans will spend an average of $63.34 on each other for Valentine’s Day in 2010. That’s 6 percent less than last year, which is hardly surprising, given the recent economic tumult. It’s hard to justify spending obscene amounts of money on roses and fancy dinners when unemployment rates and house foreclosures remain steadily (and alarmingly) high. Frankly, I’ve always supported low-key Valentine’s Days. When it comes to showing love and affection, it’s the thought and effort, not the price tag, that matter. The best gifts to give on the fourteenth come from the heart, and, luckily for the cash-strapped among us, they won’t drive us into debt come February 15. Keep reading »
I used to view Valentine’s Day as annual torture from pink fluffy teddy bears, questionable lingerie advertisements, and the Hallmark overlords. So much worse than the iron maiden. Every year, V-Day signaled the boys I dated to forget everything they knew about me and my otherwise sane girlfriends to either retreat into nauseous couple cute-love or singleton-induced hatred for the world. Keep reading »
Forget about love, romance, or following your gut when it comes to choosing a mate. Instead, rely on math. Scientists in Australia have developed an equation to predict a man’s “optimal proposal age.” They believe they have cracked the code to calculating when a dude should start ring shopping. And the most common age is … 27. But don’t fret if your 20s have come and gone … you’re still in the running. The equation is based on the age that a man is when he decides he wants to settle down versus the oldest possible age he is willing to be when he walks down the aisle. Geez. How romantic. Once a guy figures out his “optimal proposal age,” Tony Dooley from the University of New South Wales recommends that he should not propose to anyone before that age. After that age, he should be prepared to pop the question to the very next girl he gets serious with—as long as she’s the best he’s ever met. Yeah, because relationships are always so neat and predictable. What if she says “no” or he’s a douche? Is that part of the equation? After the jump, the simplified version of the equation. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
I double-checked my bag: Wallet, bus pass, lip gloss. A bottle of cheap wine. A variety pack of condoms. My favorite vibrator and a pair of handcuffs.
My husband and I were attending our very first sex party and — by God — I wanted us to be prepared.
I wasn’t sure what to expect that evening. My libido levels had been low as of late, and intimacy with my husband was suffering. As someone who often relied upon a vibrator, was I really planning on possibly masturbating in public? Were Michael and I actually going to pull out that set of never-before-used handcuffs in a public setting? Was I going to allow myself to actually feel something? Keep reading »
Most mornings, I wake up, throw on some tights and a comfy dress, hop on the train to work and zone out to the same songs I always listen to on my iPod.
Other mornings, I wake up with trumpets in my ears, eager to break free from the quotidian rat race and wondering how I could make this day better than all the rest. The solution usually involves eating beets, calling my sister to chat or buying a plane ticket. But lately, I fear only one thing will release that burgeoning Whitman yawp: my G-spot. Keep reading »
The city of Paris is allowing people to submit neighborhood-specific missed connections of 160 characters or less through its website. On February 14th, the most beautiful ones will be selected and put up on these announcement boards that are found throughout the city. How romantique! [Paris.fr] Keep reading »