God help me for admitting this: I don’t like my brother’s fiancée. Phew. It feels so freeing to write these words. I can’t even bring myself to call her my future sister-in-law. It makes my skin itch. I would love to be able to give you a concrete reason for being irked by her. Like she kicks small dogs or steals subway seats from old ladies or physically abuses my little brother. None of the above. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Love Struck” who wrote just a couple a weeks ago wanting advice on how to pop the question to his girlfriend, a fan of The Frisky. After the jump, find out how the proposal went and whether he got the reply he was hoping for. Keep reading »
One of the crazy/sexy/cool things on this list just happened to me for the first time. (I’ll let you guess which one!) Still it’s so nice to know that there are still some things I’ve got left to experience, naked. Heck, as a Frisky gal, you have to try everything at least once! So, that’s why I decided to make this list of dirty things we’ve all gotta check off before we check out. Feel free to add your own naughty to-do list in the comments. Keep reading »
My husband and I aren’t that bad, but with two children under four, two demanding careers, a dog, a cat, two cars, and a house to keep up, it can often seem like sex is the last thing either of us wants to do. Time for a challenge, no?
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A “rent-a-husband” service in Tblisi, Georgia, called Husband For An Hour, sends men to your house to do chores like fixing leaky faucets and repairing broken windows. You don’t have to have just gone through a breakup to appreciate the beauty of a dude who stays for an hour, takes his $13, and then is out of your hair forever! While we Frisky gals are much more self-sufficient in the “fixing things” department (who else has got their own tool kit?! woot, woot!), we think this service sounds awesome for little old ladies or pregnant women who just can’t do certain housekeeping tasks themselves. However, Husband For An Hour has one little problem: some women are calling up in need of services these handymen don’t provide. “We have to explain to them that our guys are not male prostitutes,” owner Beso Mchedlishvili told the AFP. “They can help with repairing a leaking tap, but their job description says nothing about providing affection.” Hey, dude, don’t blame us ladies for thinking a guy who can fix things with his hands is hella sexy! What would you request from a rent-a-husband service? Remember, you’ve only got an hour! [AFP] Keep reading »
For nearly two years I was with the man I thought I was going to marry, have children with and spend the rest of my life with. I loved him so all-consumingly that I worried about his death. Driving on highways or flying on airplanes, it didn’t matter; I just thought of what risks it posed to him and how terribly in pain I would feel if he were ever to be gone from my life. Even though I felt a bit silly worrying about him, I couldn’t help myself. We used to say we were half of each other. He would say to me that he couldn’t wait to grow old with me. We were intimately close and open with each other in a way I’ve never been before and in a way I know I won’t find easily again.
He broke up with me after New Year’s suddenly and without warning. Now, I marvel at how quickly it’s taken me to fall out of love with him. How very, very odd it is to look inside myself to see if there’s any little bit that still loves him after what he’s done to me. Keep reading »