I am aware that I am an extremely quirky individual. I don’t hide it, I embrace it. I enjoy the moment when new people in my life discover that I won’t drink tap water or touch a cat. It makes me feel closer to them. I also cherish the moments when I uncover the idiosyncrasies of others. How endearing that this person will only wipe with a certain brand of toilet paper! Our quirks make us lovable, so might as well own them. After the jump, the Frisky staff shares their weirdest quirks. What are yours? Please share in the comments. We promise not to judge you. Keep reading »
I met Omar* at a New Year’s Eve party shortly after graduating college. He was 6’2″ and built with dark brown eyes and black wavy hair that fell below his ears. I was a 5’2″ chubby bookworm who had recently lost her virginity and was tired of being single and inexperienced.
We hit it off immediately because of our love for going out dancing and the exact same taste in TV shows. Fueled by alcohol and a newfound sense of adventure, I jumped into bed with him that night. The next day, after talking for 12 hours straight, he told me that he wanted to be together. I thought, Okay, maybe this guy can be my Starter Boyfriend. Keep reading »
A new study found that when the going gets tough financially, we want to curl up next to the most feminine wimps we can find, whereas if we are worried about ailing health, we’ll run straight into the arms of a burly man. Why? Because we want the wimps for their nurturing qualities and the manly men for t
hey’re their superior genes, according to Australian researchers. Ahh, so the flailing economy may be to blame for the current taste in male sex symbols being of the more feminine persuasion. Sorry Russell Brand. Not that I’m knocking girly men here. I love them and I always have. Maybe this is because I’ve always been poor. I mean, I was a former goth. My first boyfriend wore fishnet gloves and guyliner. And he wasn’t the last. Feel free to make fun of me. [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
Out of all the women who got engaged last year and posted themselves on TheKnot.com, 43 percent received a public proposal, ranging from the guy who filmed a movie trailer to the one who painted a mural in New York’s East Village popping the questions. This led Slate.com to wonder: how did this whole concept come to be? Keep reading »
As a child, I always loved going to the dentist. I was not one of those kids who was traumatized by barbaric dental practices such as being put in a straight jacket during my cleanings. I adored Dr. J, the charming southern gentleman who only mildly scolded me for never flossing, who pinky swore he would never, ever hurt me. When I was eight, he had some bad news for me.
“Now darlin’, I’m gonna have pull your last four baby teeth,” he said gently. “You know how I promised I would never hurt you?”
I nodded, tears streaming down my face.
“Well, when I make a promise, I keep it dang it! If I hurt you, you don’t ever have to come back again. Deal?” Keep reading »