As any girl in the dating world will tell you, you can tell pretty much all you need to know about a potential boyfriend from the house he keeps. We’re not saying emotional maturity is reflected in one’s furniture … except, yeah, we kinda are.
It’s not about whether or not the guy has money; it’s about whether or not he’s learned to make his house a home without Mom’s help. So, without further ado, we’ve got 10 ways his home will tell you if he’s a man or a boy. Read more … Keep reading »
The holidays, and winter in general, are for couples.
I swear, I’m not beating my usual “life is cruel for us singles” drum, because we pretty much own spring and summer. In winter, though, people pair off and disappear like the end of a key party, and we’re just left sitting there on the couch in our Fair Isle sweaters, wondering where everybody went.
After 30-some years of being single, I haven’t become inured to getting a little down about it. Who ever gets used to not having somebody to take home to their mother or to introduce around at the work party or, hell, even buy something goofy for? Read more … Keep reading »
I just found out (via some totally sane Internet stalking) that my boyfriend used to have a thing with a guy. We’ve only been dating a few weeks. Should I be concerned? Should he have told me? How do I bring this up? Read more … Keep reading »
I’m in my 20s and I’m seeing someone older. I’m a virgin but I want to have sex with him. We’re taking things slow, but I know that he’s very experienced. Is it possible for two people with really different levels of experience to have good sex? Read more … Keep reading »
Amelia recently probed the very-2010 phenomenon of the Two-Night Stand. You know, when a gentleman caller contacts you for a second hang-out or hook-up and then disappears forever, like the middle daughter on “Family Matters.”
I decided to ask guys why they pulled a Two-Night Stand. The response was overwhelming, and the results were … enlightening. Read more … Keep reading »
Here are nine commonly swallowed sexual misconceptions, and the truth, which shall set your sex life free. Oh, and since we all know there can be too much of a good thing (think: Matthew McConaughey, shirtless), we recommend you not trot them all out tonight, lest your regular bedfellow suddenly wonder whom he brought home. Of course — and this should go without saying — safety first, ladies. Read more … Keep reading »
I had been dating Jared a few weeks when my friends started questioning whether or not I’d made him up.
Jared was the awesome boyfriend they only heard about and never met. He cooked for me, we loved the same TV shows, he looked great in pajamas, we had great chemistry, and we could laugh for hours. There was only one problem with our relationship: I couldn’t stand him once we were out of the comfort of our living rooms. Read more … Keep reading »
“Aaron misses you and can’t live without you,” was Dr. W’s first line at our first session.
I turned to my handsome, curly haired off-and-on beau of six years, sitting beside me on the couch of Dr. W’s office. I’d left Aaron because he couldn’t commit. Yet after three months apart, he coerced me to a couples session with his new therapist, Dr. W, “just for closure.”
“He’s so happy you could make it here today,” Dr. W added.
“And who are you, Cyrano de Bergerac?” I asked. Read more … Keep reading »
What’s healthier: Still bringing up your ex five-hundred moons after you broke up with him, or, say, doing a search for his name on Flickr and gaining access to his latest photo uploads in the privacy of your own apartment and/or cube?
Am I less insane for airing the fact that I can’t get over a girl I haven’t seen in the flesh since “Frasier” was on, or am I more mentally robust if I stay mum on her hold over me while examining the Facebook page of everyone we ever mutually knew to see if she’s posted anything on their walls or was in any of their photo albums?
These are all trick questions. The real sign of sanity is … Read more. Keep reading »
This past Sunday was my 25th birthday. While I don’t think of 25 as old, I definitely think of it as getting older, as I am now closer to 30 than 20.
At this sort of “in-between” moment, I got to thinking about what a difference five years can make.
I’m a completely different person at 25 than I was at 20, and although I’m thankful to have learned from my mistakes, there are a few things I wish I knew then that I know now. Read more … Keep reading »