I will never forget the feeling in my stomach the night I found out the guy I was dating was still sleeping with his ex.
The fact that he was canoodling with any other woman behind my back was bad enough. The fact that it was ex added insult to injury. But what really made me want to throw up was that she was a complete and utter train wreck.
We all know train wrecks. She’s your college roommate who drank every night, never went to class and slept with the football team. She’s your friend whose favorite hobbies are causing drama and being self-destructive. She’s all the girls from “Rock of Love.” And sometimes, she’s the girl your man leaves you for. Keep reading »
A couple months ago I posted a letter to my younger self, to which many of you responded with letters to your own younger selves in the comment section. Turns out, we had a lot to say to our mini-me’s — from dating advice to style tips, we’ve learned a lot since the days we donned jelly shoes and spent weekends cruising the mall (or should I say we’ve learned a lot since the first time we donned jelly shoes and spent weekends cruising the mall?). I combed through the letters to our younger selves for the best lessons learned and wisdom gained. After the jump, 15 tips for the young women behind us. Keep reading »
“I’m 33 and I have a great job, friends, and family. While I’ve had serious relationships in the past and go on a fair amount of dates, I’m still alone. Why am I still single?” -Tracy, Colorado
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“I see an exciting adventure in your future, a new sexual experience that forever changes you,” she said, tracing the sole of my foot with one soft fingertip. Her husband grinned at me from the bed. I sat half-naked in the overstuffed armchair and trembled with nerves.
This is not how I’d imagined my first — or any — threesome. I’m not bisexual, and I can count the number of times I’ve been physically attracted to a woman on one hand, with two fingers left over. Keep reading »
A little bit of distrust goes a long way. In the wake of the Sanford scandal I am trying to get a better handle of why we lie and how we can tell if someone is telling us the truth. My interest piqued during the political scandal of the Italian Prime Minister. However, it began several years ago when a male friend of mine began telling me stories about a new woman in his life.
I was a good listener until he asked the question, “So what do you think?”
Did he really want to know that she lying and manipulating him? Continue reading… Keep reading »
In his August “Jake (A Man’s Opinion)” column in Glamour, single guy Jake discusses “7 ‘Sexy’ Things That Aren’t” (which reminds us of our Sweet Overload: 15 Ways A Guy Can Overdo It). In the last paragraph he writes:
I was at dinner with my last girlfriend, Claudia, admiring the candlelight reflecting off her olive skin, the warmth of her smile and…hold on, was that glitter on her eyes? In glitter’s defense, it’s not not sexy; maybe it’s even in style right now. But it marks the point where makeup veers into arts ‘n’ crafts. No man dates a woman because she’s an expert with cosmetics. He dates you for what’s underneath all that. P.S. Claudia, I miss you, spangles and all.
Even though Jake kind of dissed Claudia’s glitter eyeshadow, he still was man enough to admit he missed her — and he put his feelings in print for millions of people to read. How romantic! So we’d like to know what’s the most romantic thing a former lover has done to win you back or what have you done to get a lover back? Tell us in the comments. Keep reading »
I’m not going to lie and say I have never hooked up with a coworker. I have. That said, I don’t think it’s a particularly good idea. Ladies, we need people to take us seriously at work, glass ceiling be damned. If you are dating the dude who sits at the other end of the office, chances are, he’s admiring your legs rather than the speed at which you typed up that report. But while I don’t think one-night stands or friends with benefits are good for the office, romance happens. So, what if you develop real feelings for one of your coworkers? The dos and don’ts of office dating, after the jump. Keep reading »
When you know you don’t want to see me anymore, I need you to do me a favor: be an adult and dump me. Don’t text me pretending that you want to reschedule when you flake out on our plans, don’t promise you’ll call me later if you’re not gonna, don’t ask for my number if you have no intention of ever calling me, etc. If I wanted to date someone who mastered the disappearing act, I’d have schtooped a magician. But I didn’t, I dated/boyfriended/made out with/dry humped on the dance floor/flirted with you. Now, I need you to breakup with me. Keep reading »
Jimmy Fallon once joked about how choosing a friend as a roommate is never awesome:
“It doesn’t work out. You will fight each other––they have to much dirt on you. They’ll crush you in an argument for no reason. Like you’ll just say ‘Hey man the dishes have been in the sink for like two weeks and they’re your dishes. Are you gonna clean them or what?’ And they’ll say, ‘Yeah, remember when you had crabs in the sixth grade?’”
In the last month, I’ve learned that Fallon was so right. Keep reading »
Before I got engaged, I used to think a couple’s truest test of compatibility and readiness for marriage was living together. What could be more of a test, I reasoned, than successfully sharing the same space, splitting the bills, and delegating household chores while still enjoying each other’s company and remaining sexually attracted to one another? That’s why, when my boyfriend proposed after nearly a year and a half of co-habitation, I didn’t hesitate in saying ‘yes.’ I’d lived with a boyfriend before — for over three years — and when that relationship eventually became more like brother-sister than boyfriend-girlfriend, I ended things and wondered if it was even possible for me to live with someone and continue loving him in the romantic sense. But then I met Drew and realized it was. Keep reading »