I must confess I suffer serious anxiety when faced with the prospect of sharing a bed with a gentleman. Don’t get me wrong; everything that happens before and after the actual sleeping part is fun. Even the occasional cuddle can be gratifying. But I am a light sleeper, meaning that if the dude snores, chances are I’m not sleeping a wink. Same thing if he talks, over-cuddles, tosses and turns, kicks, hogs the blankets, likes the room too cold, likes the room too hot; the list goes on … Conversely, I may not always be the best bedfellow myself, due to the fact that my body heats up when I sleep—which has earned me nicknames like “Little Radiator” and “Lava Rock.” I want my man to sweat me, not sweat on me. Is it really necessary to go through all of this beddy time discord? Keep reading »
The guys over at Bullz-Eye.com put together a pretty solid list of the 10 things a guy should never say to a woman. But men aren’t alone with the verbal diarrhea. After the jump, 20 things you should never say to a guy unless you want him to plug his ears while blathering, “Lalalalalalalalala!” Keep reading »
I still remember the confused look on my date’s face as I self-consciously blurted out, apropos of nothing, “I’ve just lost seven pounds on Weight Watchers and I intend to lose 15 more!”
With that I stifled a burp, plunked down my pint glass and realized that we (meaning, he) had been talking about his band, not my tummy bulge. But who could blame me? Weight Watchers assigns each food a points value and you’re only allowed a certain amount each day. I’d been hoarding all of mine for our date. (Beer is three points a bottle!) I was a little woozy.
But not too woozy to note that I’d become that most embarrassing of daters — the oversharer. Keep reading »
I’m feeling a bit disappointed at the moment. OKCupid guy just canceled. Normally, I’d shrug this kind of thing off; it happened all the time to me in New York. But a few days ago I realized how great it would be to have a French boyfriend. (I actually have this reverse fantasy of being in a relationship with one and getting into fights, him yelling in French and me in English. Followed by post-argument sex, bien sûr.) That night I had met up with a girlfriend from college who has been living here with a Parisian boy for the past few years. Her French is now impeccable. Becoming fluent is one of my top goals for the year, and hearing her talk made me face the unfortunate reality that my French is good, but, um, not that good.
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In episode 11 of “MERRIme.com,” after dinner with Mac and his boyfriend Christian, Merri realizes that Drew is just a “friend” and Patrick is much, much more. Has that happened to you before? Where you’ve woken up one day and realized you had feelings for someone you never thought you would? Keep reading »
When something is written up in The New York Times‘ style section, it means it has hit the mainstream. For example, vampires had been hot for more than a year when the Times gave them an article on the section’s front page. The paper doesn’t jump the gun on anything, so we were surprised by the couple the Times chose to feature in its “Vows” column, even though they’ve recently included a tattooed couple and one that was married in candy wrapper outfits. Keep reading »
Any lass who’s dipped her toes into the online dating waters knows after two days all the messages (and the dudes who wrote them) blur together. Newsflash: saying “Hey, I love ‘The Office’ too!’ doesn’t woo the ladies, guys.
But do you know what really peaks the interest and prompts a woman to respond? For OKCupid, it’s messages that contain the words “zombie,” “tattoo,” and “piercing.” Keep reading »
Perhaps you’ve noticed the absence of my column, “Sex & the Show Me State,” here at The Frisky over the last few months. Or maybe you haven’t. For the sake of my ego, I don’t really want to know. What you may want to know, however, is why I’ve been absent. The simple answer is that it’s really hard to write a column about sex when you’re not having any. The more complicated answer—though, admittedly, an easier cop-out—is that my city is to blame. Keep reading »
Unlike the little blue pill for potency in men, “falling in love” pills are based on a research concept from Emory University.
In looking into love addictions, I came across a link about a possible love and anti-love pill, which may not necessarily be a pill but perhaps a love spray. Continue reading… Keep reading »