Maybe you’ve tried speed dating, hit up a niche online dating site that specializes in gluten free singles, and downloaded Tinder and Grouper without much luck. But sometimes you meet someone where you’d least expect it. Like, the bathroom. We always forget to cruise for dates in the bathroom. Keep reading »
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The majority of both men and women believe that men should be opening their wallets on dates, according to a new study. Most men and women presume that men should pay for most expenses, even after multiple dates, and in fact, a surprising number of guys feel guilty when a woman pays. Keep reading »
I’m bisexual, so people like to ask me how dating ladies is different from dating guys. (I also get a lot of “Wanna have a threesome?” and “How do girls have sex?” The first question is a lot easier to answer.) Sometimes people ask the question with a little competitive edge in their voice — they want to know if gay girls have better relationships than straight girls, if guys are more satisfying than lesbians. But, despite the occasional delicious dream in which a dyke and an androgynous boy are fighting to give me the first orgasm, it’s not really a competition. Basically, people are people, and the people I date are more similar than different—my two serious partners have both been blazer-wearing writers who demand I “fix the back” after self-inflicted haircuts. The real differences between life in an opposite-sex dating situation and life in a lesbian one come from people’s expectations and responses. Here are a few of the major ones. Keep reading »
Between our razors clogged with pieces of leg hair to the mold growing on the walls that belongs in a museum, it’s a wonder we ever let dudes into our bathrooms. But let them we do. In fact, he might just be hopping into your shower alongside you for one of these nine types of showers us ladies have been known to take with our dudes: Keep reading »
My friend Nina and I were having one of our typical “where oh where have the good men gone?” whine-fests when it randomly occurred to me that I knew one.
I felt as neutral about Matt as you can possibly feel about an ex-boyfriend. He had a lot in common with the wine Nina and I so often indulged in: he was delicious, addicting, and made me giddy. On the flip side, he left me with a massive headache the next day. But I couldn’t hate him for it — it was his nature. I knew we would never date again, but I still wanted Matt in my life. Totally kicking him to the curb would be like pouring a perfectly good bottle of Pinot Noir down the drain, and that’s just wasteful.
Both Nina and Matt were intrigued by the idea of being set up and quickly agreed. Watch out, Patti Stanger – here comes the Minimum Wage Matchmaker! Actually, my clientele is more of the indebted grad student variety, but that’s not as catchy. Keep reading »
Ours was the shortest courtship that I had ever heard of. Well, except for celebrities, but we all know how those turn out most of the time. Oh, and that girl I knew in college who went on a date with a college professor and was married to him two days later. Fool, was what we muttered under our breath. Over 10 years later, they’re still married, and now have two kids. Perhaps, we were the foolish ones to doubt them.
So when, after just five months of dating someone, I announced to my friends and family that I was engaged, the shock was, well, huge. Admittedly, I was shocked myself, and I expected others to be stunned by it, but the outpouring of public “Congratulations!” messages that were followed by private emails begging, “Are you fucking kidding me?” was something I surely didn’t expect – at least not to that extent. Keep reading »
To explain to an audience who knows nothing about me: I have dated horrible people. Horrible, just awful. I’ve been cheated on more times than I can count, gotten yelled at once for being sick, and have thrown away more money than I wish to admit trying to repair each and every one of these doomed relationships.
If we’re going to get technical about it, then yes, I can say I have a type that I’m attracted to. Because I’m kind of a loser, I’ve made a list of every girl I’ve kissed, slept with, dated, and loved. There are roughly 15. Hooray for me, right? Out of these 15, ten have been brunettes. Typically under 5’6’’, usually with bangs, always the type of person who would be considered “cute.” Out of those 10, I’ve been in love with seven. Of those seven, four have come from broken homes, enjoyed punk rock, and lost their shit at the drop of a pin. Out of those four, three of them had the middle name Jean. That’s the weirdest part to me, albeit a coincidence, but weird nonetheless. Also of interest to me are the wildcards who don’t quite fit into, um, any categories at all. Out of those wildcards, there were four outliers who made quite an impression on me. They were as follows… Keep reading »
It all started with a cat.
I used to like cats. Or I didn’t totally despise them. They can be super cute when they act like dogs.
I stopped liking cats on my second date with Jerry* (as in Springer, as in the show he totally is going to be on someday). We had made pre-dinner, “hmm this sounds tasty” chit-chat, ordered some chicken fried rice and had finally moved on to serious second dates topics like favorite TV shows, embarrassing childhood stories and oh, how his fantasy is to have sex with lots of girls at one time. Also, we talked about cats.
“I used to live with a cat,” he told me in the most awkward way possible.
“Like … you had a cat as a roommate?” I asked, totally making fun of the way in which he phrased that statement.
“Well, it was actually my wife’s cat.” Keep reading »
When I read the Thought Catalog post “20 Fictional Men I Would Never Sleep With,” I thought Chloe Angyal was on to something. So many pop culture icons are glorified as romantic figures, but in real life would be completely undateable. Rhett Butler was a rapist. Romeo was only 13. And Edward Cullen from “Twilight” … well, do I really need to rehash that one?
It got me thinking about 20 fictional ladies that I would never want to sleep with … Keep reading »
By now you may have seen a video, which made the rounds on Monday, of a woman throwing a crazy-ass temper tantrum in the car while her husband films her flipping out. Jim Mongiat and his wife, Whitney Styles Mongiat, from Knoxville, Tennessee, were fighting because she wanted to spend the weekend at the lake, while he wanted to get chores done.
As Mongiat films away, Whitney screams, cries, kicks the seat and makes melodramatic over-the-top pronouncements. (Clips of it are in the Right This Minute segment above.) The video — which, Godwilling, is a hoax, although she seems to be a real nurse in Knoxville — is utterly appalling. And while I can’t believe an adult woman actually screams at her husband like this and flops her legs out the car window, I’m just as disgusted that he filmed a marital spat in which both of them are behaving like tremendous douchebags and posted it on the Internet assuming we would all “side” with him. Keep reading »