This week’s standout caller on Dan Savage’s “Savage Love” podcast was the kind of guy you hope you never encounter, the kind of dude you hope your son never becomes. This gentleman had recently had sexual relations with a girl in his bed and when she left, he noticed that she had gotten some period blood on his white sheets. He wanted Dan’s opinion on whether it was her responsibility to replace them. The kicker? They were flannel sheets. Not 800-thread count Egyptian cotton. Flannel. Sigh. Keep reading »
Sometimes I think it’s a shame that men don’t know how easy it could be to make us to fall truly, madly, deeply in love … just by saying the right thing every now and then. Of course, they’d have to mean it. But that’s just a minor detail. After the jump, some real zingers that would send us to La La Land if we ever heard them. Add yours in the comments. A girl can dream, can’t she? Keep reading »
A new study conducted at the University of Minnesota found that the better relationship you had with your parents, the better you are at letting bygones be bygones with your S.O. Why? When parents or caregivers help you regulate negative reactions when you’re a kid, you’ll be better able to do it as an adult, especially when you’re arguing with a romantic partner. I know what you’re thinking. What about all of those people who had crappy parents, but turn out to be in normal, healthy relationships? Well, they learned from their partners. Keep reading »
Like a cat who constantly wants to be petted, I have an insatiable need for back rubs. I am forever asking significant others for them—a request that is usually obliged, but that is sometimes met with a “Maybe later,” an “I’m tired” or, worse, an “Again?” So far, The Young One has been happy to indulge each and every back massage request. But last Thursday night, as we watched TV at his place, I suddenly found myself sitting on the back of the couch, leaning over and kneading my hands into his shoulders. “That feels incredible,” he said.
He hadn’t asked me for a back rub, nor had I consciously decided to give him one—it was something I did without thinking. It was the first moment I realized that I am totally in love with this guy. Keep reading »
My boyfriend and I lay in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by all of his favorite stuff from high school. We were almost 30.
“I don’t feel the same way about you as you do about me,” he said.
I rolled over and started to cry silently while staring at his trophy collection. This was our third disagreement in six months as a couple. Keep reading »