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I finally ended a friendship I’d had for about 13 years. The woman and I had gotten to a point where we knew very little about each other’s lives because she constantly canceled plans and wouldn’t return phone calls, and I decided I didn’t care to make an effort without some reciprocity. Basically, we had outgrown each other. This means, I’m down to about three girlfriends. One lives in the south. Another lives about two hours away by public transportation and rarely wants to meet somewhere in the middle. And the third is finding herself now that she’s come out. I’m faced with the dilemma of making new girlfriends and the outlook ain’t pretty. Keep reading »
On the season finale of “Entourage” this week, one of the characters, Eric, proposes to his girlfriend, Sloan, only it wasn’t a romantic get-down-on-one-knee proposal, so much as it was a seemingly spur-of-the-moment declaration of his commitment to her. “You’re never going to be able to commit — not to anyone,” Sloan accuses during a heated argument. “I’ll get in that car right now, drive to Vegas, and commit to you for the rest of my life,” Eric shoots back before pulling an engagement ring out of his pocket. It’s not exactly the kind of grand proposal women dream of, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s more than most of us get these days … and if maybe that’s OK. Keep reading »
I was in 8th grade when my first boyfriend, Jeremy, made me a mix tape featuring my favorite song, “Jeremy” by Pearl Jam. Coincidence? Not. I have been known to fall for a guy for the most ludicrous reasons, like, say, being the namesake of my favorite song, having an organized wallet, or rocking some snazzy sneakers. Sure, Jeremy had the right name to grab my interest, but he really sealed the deal with the mix tape and affixed love note — “My favorite songs and yours. Love, Jer.”
A lot has happened since then. My cassette tapes have all been donated to Goodwill (except Jer’s … I still have it) and my heart has grown more sophisticated (I think), but the fact remains the same. For me, falling for a guy is all in the details. I don’t care about how much hair you have, how swanky your apartment is, or how much money you’ve got in the bank. It’s the little things you do to show that you care that make me swoon like a lunatic. Keep reading »
My plane landed after midnight last night. I could use about six more hours of sleep, and I’m not sure where, exactly, I stashed my hairbrush or my deodorant. Maybe I took a bath two days ago, but I honestly don’t remember. In any case, I haven’t shaved my legs and armpits for a week and my werewolf-ian brows need a good, thorough tweezing. But no matter! I’ve got on my leopard-print leggings and a hot pink t-shirt to, uh, deflect attention from all that.
I wouldn’t go into the office looking like this. Hell, I wouldn’t leave my apartment looking like this. So why is my boyfriend—the person I regularly depend on for oral sex and foot rubs—sitting just 10 feet away from me? Because I have gotten comfortable in our relationship. Perhaps too comfortable. Keep reading »
I recently got engaged to my boyfriend of seven years. We don’t have any kids together but he has a daughter who is ten years old and lives with his ex-wife in a different state. My boyfriend and I are temporarily living in different states while I attend law school. I’ve always considered myself a very independent woman but for the last two years, I’ve been very dependent on him financially as he is supporting us both while I’m in school. Several weeks ago, right after he proposed, I dreamed I was on a large law school campus. It was a prestigious law school that I didn’t get accepted to. I was in a rush to get to class. I kept cutting through lanes to find a shortcut for a parking spot but the route I chose took longer. Finally, I found a parking spot but it was still far from the building my class was taking place in. I had my boyfriend’s daughter and her baby brother with me (the child of my fiancé’s ex and her new husband).
Are you a dude on an online dating site? Are you having trouble getting women to actually go out with you? Not sure why? The problem may be you! From corny pickup lines to photo no-nos to profile mistakes, The Frisky gives you the lowdown on the top five mistakes men make when dating online — from the female perspective. Get it right and we might let you take us out on a date! Keep reading »
Keep it cool when it comes to impressing that cute new someone this week. There is no reason you have to work at it. Besides, if you start the ball rolling now, you inevitably will go into your manic mode and wind up doing everything. Stop, think and stop. If you want to change those failed relationship patterns of your past, this is where it all starts. Let him come to you.
Trying to stay polite in your speech is sweet and all, but you know you are currently feeling some rage, so let it out. Situations and people you’ve been making excuses for no longer deserve them. Get real with yourself; then get real with them. No one gets any pleasure from getting the short end of the stick, so turn it around and get the best.
Pay attention to your instincts. They’ll be in turbo alert mode for the next few weeks, saving you from tremendous aggravation. Promises made, confessions spilt, plans set — whatever the case, you’ll know if there is real sincerity and truth behind it all with the precision of a surgeon. What you do with it though, you’ll have to wait and see.
Get the coordinated outfits going and the mega watt smiles beaming, because it’s time to show off as an IT couple. Whatever the case, whether it’s a job function or a family thing, playing into a perception of how others want to see you will benefit you both financially down the line. If anything, think of it as a role-playing exercise.
Beware of s**t trickling down into your home life. Chances are big for stress to hit at the office and for you or your honey to be the other’s whipping post as a result. If this winds up being you, call it out when he misbehaves and ride the guilt out long and strong. If it is you, well, be ready with a sob story and to turn the situation around at a moment’s notice if he calls you on it.
Routines are fine if you are a gerbil; otherwise, time to break out of your comfort zone and realize there are more ways to get off than just one. If you don’t change this way about you now, you might wind up very sad and lonely, as the boredom and anxiety brewing in your bedroom may reach its tipping point soon.
Who cares who is going to judge you, if it means getting off? Feel free to spill your secrets and show that you are more than just a pretty face. The dirtier the fantasies, the more delicious your rewards — as it seems that someone who can properly fulfill all your demented little dreams is merely just a phone call away, if you want it that is.
You are going to have to put your ego aside and play fair. Dealing with your baby will seem a little harder, as you can expect he’ll be speaking up for himself a little more these days — but seems to be his bravado will turn you on just enough to dull the pain from having to lower yourself to his demands.
You’re superficial and you know it. Own it, love it and embrace it. Don’t make excuses for yourself because the moment that you do, that is when things will start to backfire on you. Be proud of all sides of who you are. Because if the person you are hanging with is right, they will see you as honest, not shallow.
Let the words fly out of your mouth, because if you run out of pure emotions, your diatribes will be way more effective and poignant than if you try to edit yourself and plan what you’re going to say in advance. Besides, by now, you should know that everything you do is way better if you are flying by the seat of your pants.
Consider yourself screwed. Seems the wild game of cat and mouse you’ve been playing had too many players involved – it’s all about to catch up with you. Best to own up to the naughtiness immediately and take it from there. Truth will be the only thing to set you free, but even so, it might only grant you a pardon. Whatever the case, consider this karma doing its thing.
As long as you make whatever you want sound pretty, people will do as you say. And lucky you, influences will cause you to have poetry pouring from your mouth, so use it for good and share all those feelings, thoughts, plans and desires bottled inside that sweet little head of yours. The music coming from your mouth with be irresistible.
I can’t believe I have somehow gotten a guy to cook me dinner in my own home, I thought, smiling at Mr. C as he dodged about awkwardly in my petite cuisine looking for knives, having insisted on coming to chez moi to let me relax while he made a meal.
When we sat down to eat, I started to giggle. This had to be not only the most clichéd moment I’ve experienced in Paris, but also the most clichéd moment you’d find in most movies. There I was, sitting down to my table with a view of the Seine, having a handsome French man politely correct my français as he served me a meal, accompanied by an expensive bottle of St. Emillion, and Frank Sinatra crooning in the background.
“What’s so funny?” Mr. C asked, topping off my glass.
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