That saying “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”? It just got real, y’all: Gawker has multiple sources saying that a lovey-dovey billboard in Times Square featuring a huge photo of a couple named Charles Phillips and YaVaughnie Wilkins is actually the work of a scorned mistress (that would be YaVaughnie Wilkins) who wants to embarrass her former lover. Not only might Phillips be a married man, but he is also the co-president of a company called Oracle and a member of Obama’s Economic Recovery Advisory Board.
Oh, dear. Keep reading »
Last night I had dinner with my friend Cecilia*, and, as you might expect, our conversation turned to dating. We’re around the same age, and many of her friends are married and having kids. As is the plight of many a single woman with friends who have settled down, Cecilia has been getting plenty of unsolicited advice about how she can meet Mr. Right. One of the most common pieces of advice? “Put yourself out there!” Cecilia and I share a mutual loathing for this particular phrase. Keep reading »
I was really young and naïve when I met Christian* at a nightclub. By “young,” I mean 18 and by “naïve,” I mean an inexperienced dater who thought men would only like me for my intelligence.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Christian asked some other club goers in line. I looked behind me to see where the beautiful girl was. I certainly didn’t think it was me. But he pointed at me again. He was standing in the club’s entryway wearing big, Buddy Holly glasses, black leather pants, and reeking of “teen icon.” Then he smiled – a wide, devilish grin. With one hand, he offered me a lollipop; with the other he held a whiskey on the rocks. In fact, in the four years (on and off) that we were involved, Christian usually had a whiskey on the rocks. It was like his signature accessory. Keep reading »
Common knowledge of the dating variety dictates that unless you’re looking for heartache, you should stay away from musicians and bartenders.* While, yes, within every stereotype there is a grain of truth, I don’t think it’s fair to paint all these guys with the same bourbon-soaked brush. I know many perfectly sweet guitarists and gin-slingers who’d sooner commit themselves to a cubicle farm than cheat on their girlfriends.
The dudes you truly have to watch out for are the types you’d never guess were players or cads because they appear so straight-up, and seem so normal. For example … Keep reading »
When it comes to the very beginning of a relationship, there are some questions that are just off-limits. To ask them is to risk appearing rude, nosy or outright crazy. But what if you could ask anything during those first few getting-to-know-you dates without the threat of scaring away your brand-new man? A little knowledge could prevent headaches and heartbreak later.
I presented this hypothetical to relationship and dating experts Amy Spencer, Michelle Fiordaliso and Heather Belle, and polled regular women for their thoughts. Here are their juiciest queries, both silly and serious.
1. Were you disappointed or excited when you first saw me? Read more … Keep reading »
Let’s be honest: every relationship has a moment—OK, a lot of moments—where one person just wants the other person to shut up. Whether it’s in the middle of a fight or just during a stressful moment, the sound of the other person’s voice is just bothering you.
But saying “shut up,” as we all learned in grade school, is just rude. Relationships thrive on kindness and telling your partner to “shut up” is about as disrespectful as you can get. So, how to you get your boo to cease and desist talking/nagging/complaining while still showing some respect? Keep reading »
I’ve always considered fighting to be a really important part of a relationship. Almost as important as how we f**k. Hear me out on this one. Just like screwing, I’ve always thought that there needed to be a balance, a compatibility in the way my dude and I verbally sparred. If we fought the same — either by withdrawing emotionally or screaming obscenities or sobbing tears of rage — our disagreements would never, ever end. I’m a weeper and, at times, an emotional mess. Often the only thing that can pull me out of the sinkhole is the soothing voice and manner of someone — a man, in this case — taking charge and putting an end to a fight as swiftly as it began. It’s the one area of my life where sometimes I feel like I need a little “saving.” Keep reading »
Reader Frankie sent us this photo of an amazing mural in Bern, Switzerland.
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 »