I am presently married, but before I reached this impressively adult position, however, I had my way with a series of gentleman across the fair island of Manhattan. I was a little late to the online dating game, and once I discovered it, look out! I had a date more than half the nights of the week. And, if I’m being honest, I slept with a decent number of them. What can I say? I’m a fan of the one-night stand.
One night stands, I think, are like that very, very rich piece of cheesecake: Delicious and a total treat, but if you had it every day, you’d be like, “Oh my god. I’m disgusting. I feel gross. I hate myself.” They’re not for every day, but they’re for sometimes. The key is in the approach. You need to practice moderation. You need to find the right guy with whom to do it. And the right guy is simple. He is someone you’re very attracted to and with whom you have zero interest in a relationship.
Now that I’ve laid the criteria for the gentleman with whom you want to have a one night stand, let me work to convince you further as to why you should indulge … Keep reading »
Raised as a fundamental Christian in a patriarchal society, I married the first man I slept with. Before my wedding, my feisty Irish Grandma Pat had asked me why I wanted to marry so young and sign up for the role of wife before I had even auditioned as an independent woman. Good question.
After my 23-year marriage ended, and I was well into my 40s, I had my first one-night stand. Read more on TresSugar…
Gay, straight or bi, we’ve all been pressured by our overactive brains (or nether regions) to seek out sex. Don’t shake your head; you know you’ve been there and done that — that, being a one night stand that you later regret.
Why do we find ourselves in one night stands, anyway? Out of desperation, need for acceptance, or because we grow tired of being the last living sibling not in a relationship? Because we jump at the chance to sex it up for the night, even though the only thing the two of we have in common, like Holly and Guy, is “the beginning of a bad dream”? Read more on Your Tango…
Remember the name Benjamin Todd Duddles. He should now be added to every woman’s DO NOT SLEEP WITH LIST. But especially if you live in Waukesha, Wisconsin. In order to get rid of his one-night stand who was “snoring like a train” in his bed, Mr. Duddles called 911 and requested that she be “removed from his bed.”As if one-night stands aren’t precarious enough already. We’ve all been given subtle hints that it’s time to leave the morning after a hookup, but never while we were still asleep. Keep reading »
We’ve probably all had a crush on a celebrity at some point. Maybe you loved Kirk Cameron or Jonathan Taylor Thomas growing up, but these days your tastes lean towards Jon Hamm or Channing Tatum. However, rarely does your new crush show up at the party you’re at.
Years ago, I became mildly obsessed with … let’s call him Charlie … after I saw him in a horror flick. I’d like to say he was talented, but mostly he was just ridiculously hot. After some cyber stalking, I found out he was single, living in Los Angeles, had been in some decent movies, and was now working on a police drama TV show I’d never heard of (thanks IMDB).
Around this same time, my best friend started dating an actor whose career was on the rise. He and his friends would have parties up in the Hollywood Hills. A typical Hollywood party usually consists of a modern house owned by who the hell knows and 30 skinny model/actresses wandering around with drinks. There are always C-listers in attendance. After some awkward staring, you realize that you’re looking at someone from a WB show (yes WB before it was CW, hence C-list). Sometimes reality TV stars pop us at these parties. “America’s Next Top Model” and “American Idol” contestants seem to the most popular. It’s a weird world. No one is technically famous, but deep down everyone is happy to be at a party with C-listers and reality stars. It was at one of these parties that I spotted my hot crush Charlie. Keep reading »
Your evening guest might think twice about banging you in these beds…