I was having dinner with a friend the other night and I was in the middle of a rant about dating fatigue when our waitress, a beautiful and statuesque 20-something women, strode over to our table and said, “I hear you. It just never ends.”
We all nodded at each other, wordlessly, exchanging sympathetic I feel your pain looks.
Dating is so complicated it’s a wonder that people continue to do it. Navigating through all the awkwardness and nuances of romantic, human interactions requires a compass, or at the very least, a forum to vent.This is why our Dating Don’ts column is important. We could probably write dating how-not-to’s for another ten and never run out of topics to discuss. For The Frisky’s 5th birthday, I’ve rounded up some of the best dating tips we’ve given. It never hurts to brush up. Share your favorite Dating Don’ts moments in the comments or suggest some topics you’d like to see covered. And keep on keeping on, daters. We’re here for you. Keep reading »
Whoa. I almost don’t recognize Serious Jimmy Fallon. But Serious Jimmy Fallon is here, dishing out relationship advice for Rookie Mag’s Ask A Grown Man series. He cracks a few jokes, but mostly Jimmy takes his role as advice-giver like a concerned older brother. And somehow I find that totally endearing. [Rookie Mag]
Getting bored of the usual dinner and a movie date? Us too.There’s plenty of other ways to get to know each other and strengthen your bond. That’s why we came up with these fun date night ideas you and your guy will both enjoy.
From wine and beer tours to volunteering, these are exciting adventures you and your guy will remember forever.
Hot Springs. Visiting hot springs is a sexy, therapeutic means by which you can relax together. Take a day trip and visit the closest one to you for an all-natural spa day (that will cost a fraction of the price!). Read more…
Has your guy been fairly silent in the 4-letter-word department, and you’re trying to figure out other ways to tell if he loves you? Sometimes, this can be hard; not everybody is vocal or obvious about their feelings, and many may feel it is difficult to voice those deeper emotions whether it’s for fear of rejection, commitment or simply never having said “I Love You” before.
Here are some subtle, silent ways to tell if he’s thinking it.
1. Passionate, Long-Lasting Kisses. Who doesn’t love an excellent, lengthy kiss? When he’s continuously initiating these and you can feel the passion each time he does, it is clear that he’s more than just a little excited to be around you. Read more…
If you feel like your soulmate keeps passing you by, try shopping at Walmart; a surprising new study suggests he might be there!
According to the study of “missed connection” posts on Craigslist, Walmart was found to be the most popular place for people to find love. The findings stretched across 15 states, as people thought they may have met their future spouse at a Walmart more than anywhere else.
We’re thinking that the next time you rush in to pick up a few things at the megastore, slow down and take note of the potential dates shopping alongside to you — and you may even want to give that cute cashier a second glance too.
We’ve uncovered ten different ways categorized by department to help you to meet your match at Wal-Mart. And if you do find love in the aisles of Wal-Mart, whether it’s shopping for patio furniture or rushing through checkout … don’t worry, you can thank us with an invite to your retail-themed wedding.
1. The Store Entrance
In a mad five-minute dash at the front of the store, you’ve grabbed more off the shelves than you probably could handle. Now, you’re wandering around with your arms full of groceries and a helpless look on your face, looking for a cart or a basket. You could ask an associate standing guard at the door to help you … but let’s be real here: a pair of strong, manly arms belonging to a good-looking guy would be extra helpful and probably preferable. Read more…
I’ll admit, I stopped watching “Jerry Springer” when I graduated from high school because well, let’s just say I didn’t have as much free time for high class hookers and transsexual takedowns once I got to college. But in high school, the show was everything to me. I think this clip illustrates my love for “Jerry Springer.” Upon first watching you might see this as some theater of the absurd featuring lying, cheating furry fetish ravers, but look deeper and you will find that this is an allegory for everything you need to know about relationships. There are so many levels of meaning. It’s poetry really. My analysis after the jump. Keep reading »
This weekend while I was visiting my parents, my mom asked me: “Are you over the last one yet?” I rolled my eyes without answering, because that’s how I do. But I appreciated how she didn’t use his name. Like he was some shadow that slipped into my life and vanished when the sun came out. Well played, mom. But considering her question … YES, I am over the last one! Dating hiatus over. Resuming online dating. Yee haw! (Maybe I’m playing up my enthusiasm just a tad in the name of optimism.)
Within hours of reactivating my profile, my Yee haw was more like Yeek. I had almost forgotten. So many men making so many mistakes. Do they not know or do they not care? Embracing the spirit of optimism, I’m going to assume they don’t know. God, I hope they don’t know, otherwise, I’m frightened for myself. Below, another installment of mistakes to avoid online, guys, provided you actually want to score dates. Keep reading »
Something my mom and I share in common: we hate running into people in public. We’re both fairly sociable people with lots of friends and acquaintances,but dread being caught unaware at the grocery store or the nail salon — even by someone we might genuinely want to see. But especially by someone we don’t want to see.
As a child, walking through the aisles of Costco on a Sunday afternoon, my mom would squeeze my arm and say, “It’s so-and-so, put your head down.” Often my dad, who loves running into people, would bust our cover and wave to the person in question. “Hey look! It’s so-and-so!” Under her breath, I would hear my mom utter, “Goddammit.”
I can’t say for sure why we’re like this. Perhaps it has to do with our distaste for small talk. But there are no lengths my mother and I won’t go to to remain unrecognized in public. Keep reading »
When I was in middle school, my school sold these things called Candy Grams the week leading up to Valentine’s Day. For a dollar, a lollipop and a note would be delivered to the person of your choosing on February 14th. I was in luuurrrvvvve with this boy Jesse. He looked like a young Leonardo DiCaprio and his family owned an amusement park and because we did alphabetical seating, he sat behind me in every class. We kind of became friends, meaning he copied all my homework and cheated off of me on tests. Friendship! The only thing I wanted in the whole world was a Candy Gram from Jesse. A thank you for helping him pass 7th grade perhaps? An admission of his love for me? I stayed up every night that week imagining what my Candy Gram from him would say. February 14th came and went. No Candy Gram from Jesse. I got in the car at the end of the day and started to cry. My Grandpa picked me up from school every day. I was sulky and hormonal in that special 13-year-old kind of way and he would try to get me to laugh by pretending like I was on trial and he was presenting my case. I don’t know why exactly, but he was really into this game.
“Ladies and gentleman of the jury…” he would start. I would stare out the window with my arms crossed or roll my eyes. So, on Valentine’s Day, I got in the car and he started. “Ladies and gentleman of the jury, today we are here to determine why this beautiful young lady is crying…” Keep reading »
They say no good deed goes unpunished, and I agree. I’ve seen plenty of evidence in my own life: For example, one time, I baked a pie for my then-boyfriend, and his two best friends. They were coming over to watch the Oscars, and I said, “Oh, great! I’ll make a pie.”
“Great!” he said.
My then-boyfriend and his friends planned a boys’ afternoon out. They’d have their afternoon out, then pick up food for dinner. Tacos? Pizza? Chinese? We decided on pizza. We’d all reconvene later at my place for pizza, pie, and Oscars.
But then they arrived, all three of them, having picked up individual pizzas for themselves, and having forgotten to get one for me. This may – may – have been forgivable, if they’d made an appropriate apology, and offered to run out in that moment to pick me something up. But no. The boyfriend’s friends shrugged and said, “Oh, crap. Sorry.” When they finished their pizzas – each man offered me a sliver of their own – they left all the garbage of their takeout food strewn across the kitchen table. It sat there even as they waved goodbye, and escorted themselves out. I turned to my boyfriend, desperate for some acknowledgement of how absurd his friends’ behavior had been. He just shrugged, though, like boys will be boys, and turned back toward the TV. Keep reading »