Of the 11 guests who recently got wasted at my apartment, I’d guess that approximately zero could tell you my sister’s name.
I doubt any would know if my parents are still together or who the latest guy I dated was. Maybe half would know I grew up in Texas. A casual observer might find this lack of basic information surprising, given how comfortable we were with each other: One guy lay on his back giving a girl an airplane ride on his legs, while a different girl swigged straight from a wine bottle on my couch. Read more … Keep reading »
If my boyfriend has cheated on me once will he do it again, even if he truly regrets it and has moved in with me? Find out … Keep reading »
Among some photos from a trip to New York I took a few years ago is a shot of me in the middle of a department store, holding a beautiful 3-month-old baby girl. I look like a proud mom on a much-deserved shopping trip. But Lila isn’t my little girl. She’s my sister’s. And, at the time, I was actually distraught because I knew, sooner or later, that I had to choose between keeping the man I loved and having a baby of my own.
I met Jamie* in 2001. He was 36 and I was 33, living in a loft apartment just down the hall from his graphic design studio. The first time I saw him in the corridor I thought my knees were going to buckle under me — he was absolutely gorgeous. One night I arrived home just as he was locking up and we started talking. A few days later, he came over for dinner. Two months on, we both said “I love you.” For the first time in my life, I’d met someone I wanted to be with forever. Read more … Keep reading »
First there was the initial application. That cost $400. Then the touch-ups every three weeks at $100 each.
Yes, I’m aware it sounds like a coke addict’s tally after a heavy binge. But I’m talking about eyelash extensions. I blew $700 on my eyelashes in two months. I know, it sounds crazy, but those two months were the most glorious eight weeks of my cosmetic life. And I’d do it again if I could scrounge up the cash. Read more … Keep reading »
What’s the only thing worse than finding out your man is cheating on you? According to the author of The Straight-Up Truth About the Down-Low, it’s finding out that he’s stepping out on the side … with another dude.
Despite what Hollywood would have you believe, such information is rarely the fodder for hilarious hijinks, a la the recent Chris Rock vehicle “Death at a Funeral.” Instead, the realization that your man’s been secretly playing for the other team all along can cause a special kind of devastation, according to Joy Marie, the book’s author. Read more … Keep reading »
In the world of online dating, it’s a tale as old as time: You meet somebody online who’s funny. Genuine. Charming. Until the IRL date happens … and you find out that he’s not quite the person you found yourself engaging in witty banter with on the Internet.
Virtual dating assistants exist exactly for that reason — to give those (primarily guys) who lack the capacity to reel in a potential date a little help in the profile-creation department. Read more … Keep reading »
For the last five months, I’ve been walking around with one-and-a-half breasts. The reason: My breast reconstruction, a two-part surgical process that began with expanders and will end with the implants I’ll get tomorrow, didn’t exactly go according to plan following the prophylactic mastectomy I had two days before Christmas.
Due to this post-op snafu — and the fact that I, a breast cancer gene (BRCA1) carrier, had to make an impossible choice of removing my breasts without ever having had breast cancer — I’ve spent most of 2010 being uber-focused on my partially deflated girls. Read more … Keep reading »
Your man displays any number of great qualities: kindness, the ability to keep his mouth shut during a movie, a willingness to entertain your “does this make me look fat?” clothes-modeling ritual, an unwillingness to splash out any cash any time you two go out …
Hold up — what was that last one again? Is it possible that Loverboy is perfect in every other way except when it comes to parting ways with Lincoln, Franklin or Grant during a date with you? And if so, should this trait be a dealbreaker for the relationship? Read more … Keep reading »
I am prepared to make a confession for the sake of womankind. I’ve given it a lot of thought (arguably too much) and decided it’s time to come clean for all the girls out there who’ve been down the same road. My message: You are not alone, and you are not to blame.
(deep breath …)
I have fallen for gay guys — repeatedly, hook, line and sinker — and I am not ashamed. Read more … Keep reading »
Yesterday a post on Psychology Today caught our eye: “Why Men Use Porn (And How to Get Them to Stop).”
Interesting, we thought. Porn is a divisive issue in a relationship. It can help. It can hurt. And it can also be hard to talk about. Read more … Keep reading »