“Is that Shane Lopes? You were the most popular kid in my class! But you never wanted to date me, it was always Amanda Wayne. Oh yeah, you really chose right, honey. What’s up. What’s up now, player? I’m going to dedicate this next one to Shane Lopes everyone.”
—Katy Perry, after spotting her high school crush in the audience when she played a show at her high school this week. I guess it’s true that none of us every really get over high school. [Radar] Keep reading »
Ah, summer crushes. You remember them — the sentimental, those to cherish, and yes, those you wish you could banish from your mind for eternity. We asked women from all walks of life to give the scoop on their best and worst summer crush memories. Relive your past (or be glad it’s over) through their fun, romantic and sometimes frightening experiences. Share yours in the comments. Keep reading »
“I had the great opportunity to meet Brad [Pitt] a couple of times … what a beauty. He is beautiful and his physicality is so amazing to see … But the beauty really comes from different places — the way he talks, the way he’s interested in what you’re saying. And that body is like — wow. It’s amazing, no? He really made me feel very, like … I don’t know, like, I could fall in love with him! Like a teenage girl getting crazy and going [screams] like that.”
– Javier Bardem may be newly married to Penelope Cruz, but according to an interview in Elle, he still has an innocent crush on Brad Pitt. Don’t we all? [ONTD] Keep reading »
Before I was in a relationship, I crushed on my female friends with alarming frequency. In high school, I got turned on when I slept in the same bed with my best friend who I had known since I was 2 years old. Obviously, I never told her this and, since we don’t speak anymore, I’m going to take this one to my grave. (Um, unless, of course, she reads The Frisky!) Later, I tried like hell to hook up with another friend who claimed to be bi, but now says that she is straight. Oh yeah, and I’ve totally slept with my current bestie. Twice. Keep reading »
So, you’re sweating a dude like he’s a spin class. Girl, you know you got it baaaaaaaad! It’s exciting to crush on a dude, but it’s also potentially ego crushing and stupid. When you can’t stop thinking about a man, you have to add some reason to those dirty thoughts or you could get hurt. Love might be blind, however, there are some eye opening clues that can help you decide whether he’s feeling you too! You should tell your crush you like him if (and that’s a big IF)… Keep reading »
I have a crush on a guy who rides the subway with me. I’ve only seen him a few times, but I just have a feeling we’d hit it off if we ever spoke to one another. According to a study by Rutgers University Professor Helen Fisher, I might know more about this guy than I think I do. She and her team took MRIs of people’s brains while looked at their significant other, and the results showed increased activity in regions including the ventral tegmental area of the brain, which is associated with heightened focus, motivation, energy, and pleasure. “This has evolved from nature — mammals in mating season become attracted when they see another that matches their concept of a perfect mate,” Fisher said. “There’s every reason to think that humans do exactly the same thing.” Sigh. I knew orange-jacket guy and I belong together. [Guardian U.K.] Keep reading »
Okay, real talk. This isn’t exactly the happy-ending story I’d like it to be, but I’ve got to share with you the details of my recent fantasy crush cum real mini-relationship, if only to encourage everyone to buck up and make some moves in the new year.
Have you ever seen a guy working in a store you frequent, and developed a massive crush on him? Er…I have! For the past eight months, I’ve been completely smitten with a guy who works at my local bookstore. I’ll admit the crush had become a bit extreme; I’d spent over a hundred bucks on books and befriended the entire security staff in an effort to work up the nerve to talk to this dude. Why? Because he was, hands-down, the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Also, anytime we’d spoken, (i.e. “Did you find everything, okay?”) I thought it was obvious that we’d have a real connection. Clearly, things were getting serious. I’d even started setting aside Chris Brown during my sexytime fantasies, and thinking of bookstore boy. So, eight months after the inception of the mega-crush, I introduced myself. Keep reading »
I decided to see “Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist” because even though “Rachel Getting Married” looked good, I knew I couldn’t handle a movie with so many ups and downs on a Friday night. I dragged two friends to the not-so-highly acclaimed movie, which Fandango classifies as “teen movie” and “comedy,” and I was nervous they would kill me when it was horrible. But the entire theater, including me and my friends, laughed and cheered through the entire film.
There are few names that a woman should never forget. The name of the person she lost her virginity to. Her mother’s maiden name (for the security of her bank account). Chanel. And of course, the name of her First Crush.
Now I don’t mean your first crush when you were five in the sandbox. Nor do I mean your first crush in middle school. I mean your first real high school crush. The one that you had when you were a Freshman and he was a Senior. Sure, up until that crush there may have been a hot and heavy make out session in the back of the movie theater following some experimentation with whip-its. But this crush is bigger than that. I’m talking about the first guy who made you realize that you wanted to have sex with someone. That made you think about having sex with him. Even if you’d never done IT. Even if IT scared you.
For me, it was Dave Waldenberg. Keep reading »
Confession: I’m having a secret affair with my 21-year old Irish doorman. It’s such a secret, not even HE knows. The other night, when my fiancé was out, my doorman – I don’t even know his name – came upstairs to my apartment to replace three light bulbs. As he stood on the ladder, screwing in those bulbs, telling me all about going to school in Dublin and spending the summer in New York, I felt enormously guilty. My fiancé wasn’t home and this attractive, foreign, younger man was doing menial labor in my apartment, steps away from my bedroom. It felt kind of like cheating, even though it was far from it in actuality, and cheating in actuality is something I would never, ever, ever do. Keep reading »
