We recently made a wish list of traits you’re hoping your next boyfriend will posses. Looking at all the characteristics that were stipulated, we started to think about ourselves and what we would bring to a relationship with a man who has all the qualities we desire. There’s a reason we’re so picky about who we date. Sure, we’re not perfect, but there’s a lot us ladies bring to the table, too. After the jump, read the reasons Frisky staffers think we make good girlfriends, and leave yours in the comments. Keep reading »
Yesterday while flipping though my new issue of Time Out New York I spotted a listing in the “Seek” section under the heading “Dating” that made me take pause. It was an announcement for a “Quiet Party,” a singles event where, get this, participants are not allowed to talk (I guess that’s one way to take care of rule #3…). Instead of speaking with each other, party guests are asked to write notes to each other, nonverbally flirt (rule #2!) and buy a minimum of two drinks (“Once this playful foundation mixes with a little alcohol, inhibitions disappear and notes begin to fly,” the website explains.). Hey, as far as I’m concerned, it beats screaming at each other over loud voices and thumping music in some bar. Plus, I’m all for anything that gives writerly word nerds a little edge. Keep reading »
“Life is too short for the marriage I have. I love my husband dearly — we’ve been together for 10 years and we have three kids, but we’ve had many troubles over the years. He causes some terrible financial messes and never learns from them. He also cheats — mainly cyber, but possibly for real. No matter how much proof I see, he denies it all. It’s terribly frustrating for me. I adore sex, have a head full of fantasies I feel I never get to share, let alone do. He won’t flirt with me, but he flirts with other women. No efforts are made to seduce me, no birthday presents, no dirty talk, he won’t tell me what turns him on and he never asks me what I want. I feel like I’m just a friend, a frumpy housewife and not his lover. I’m not even 30 yet and I feel my life as a sexy woman is totally over. It’s driving me insane. What do I do?! (I was born 16th of January 16, 1979 at 5:10pm in Chelmsford, Essex, U.K. He was born October 4, 1974 in Chelmsford, Essex, UK.)” – Husband Trouble Keep reading »
The other day, when my 57-year-old mother asked if I could show her how to set up a Facebook profile, I realized just how pervasive the site has become. Unlike most of its competitors and predecessors, Facebook attracts users from a wide range of ages, backgrounds, and walks of life. As likely as you are to find a long lost roommate on the site, you’re just as liable to run into former flames, old co-workers, current employers, people you never thought you’d hear from again and those you wish you wouldn’t. So do you ever wonder what your Facebook status says about you to all these people — the single line or two that basically expresses who you are today, how you live, what’s important in your life? After the jump, 10 fairly innocuous status updates and how various Facebook friends may interpret them. Keep reading »
Yes, that is a toilet paper dispenser in the top left corner of the photo.
Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to email@example.com. Keep reading »
Raise your hand if you’ve never had a broken heart. You there, in the back? Yeah, you can leave. The rest of us know that breaking up truly is hard to do. They say it takes roughly half the time you were with someone to get over them, but who really has a year or two to kill the ghost of a relationship gone wrong? If you handle the first month after a breakup right, you’ll be on a better track to move forward more quickly. We’re not suggesting that you can get over it completely and wake up on Day 31 ready to jump back into dating — though if you accomplish that, we might want to bring you in as some kind of breakup expert. But there’s a lot you can do (and, yes, not do) in the first 30 days after a breakup to mitigate the fallout. Keep reading »
When the intoxicating romantic high of your wedding day drifts seamlessly into the intensely intimate, orgasmic togetherness of your honeymoon, it seems impossible the good times (both in and out of bed) could ever possibly end — until they do. This usually happens after your flight is delayed twice, and when you finally get home, you find a note from your pet sitter, telling you the cat yakked up a hairball on your carpet, and she couldn’t find the bottle of Resolve, so the stain is permanent. Before you know it, your sexy honeymoon lingerie is buried at the bottom of the hamper (or worse, still in your suitcase), you’ve totally lost your newlywed glow, and are instead sporting the perpetual brow furrow of someone who lacks the time to eat a proper meal, let alone hand write 200 thank-you notes. If you want to avoid this perilous and sex-starved fate, we suggest you try a few of these tricks, designed to keep you and your brand spankin’ new spouse firmly ensconced in betrothed bliss well beyond the honeymoon.
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Now you know how we all met our last significant others, but the question most of you are wondering is how are you going to meet your next significant other. Well, welcome to a brand new Frisky feature we’re calling “Where To Meet Him” in which we give you some info on events, happenings, and places you’re likely to find some interesting guys.
In honor of today’s date (11/11), our first “Where To Meet Him” subject is the Corduroy Appreciation Club, a “social club for people who like corduroy.” Meetings take place on dates which resemble corduroy, like January 11th, or 1|11, and today, November 11th, 11|11. Meetings, where members must wear at least two items of Corduroy, feature “secret rituals,” a keynote speaker, and a member open forum with “member inspired poetry, prose, song, artwork, dances, etc.” Geeky, artsy guys in corduroy? Sign me up! Keep reading »
I’m sure you all are familiar with the insane amount of “I Heart My Boyfriend” clothing and other items that are sold on the back pages of tabloid magazines. And I’m sure I’m not alone when I say, “I really hate those things!” My rant continues after the jump. Keep reading »
There are some dates that make you want to open the freezer and drink straight from the vodka bottle the minute you come home. Last Saturday night was one of those dates. He was cute, blond, dimpled; he screamed Abercrombie and frat houses.
After numerous conversations with girlfriends demanding I open my world and date men other than my type (old, neurotic and insane), I decided to go on a date with a clean-cut guy who was my age, normal, and seemingly had all his marbles. Keep reading »