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Teen Romance, Even Worse Than You Remember

Turns out you can blame more than just your crappy prom night on that d-bag who broke your heart back in high school! A University Of Maine study has confirmed that the quality of a woman’s early romances can be seen as an indicator for depression. If a girl is constantly looking for reassurance in the form of a boyfriend, she’s more likely to become depressed, especially if the guys she’s gotten involved with are jerks. The biggest red flags were nagging your boo to tell you they love you all the time, complaining about the same things over and over again, and the “totally deep,” er, excessive discussion of your personal problems. So, basically, anything you liked to do with your BF when you were a teenager was bad for you. Bummer. (Yeah, those cigarettes you sneaked count too, but they’re not part of this study.) Keep reading »

Girl Talk: Love Lessons That Last A Lifetime

That video I posted earlier this morning of the 4 year-old girl who was heartbroken to be moving away from the boy (teacher, I think?) she was so in love with kind of hit home for me. Like our young heroine, I, too, moved to Japan at a tender age, leaving behind a boy I was pretty in love with. I lived on a Navy base in Korea at the time and Young was a little Korean boy whose dad was our base doctor, if I remember right. Anyway, I came across his photo when I was home for the holidays and showing my husband a bunch of old family photo albums. In the picture, I’ve just finished a performance of a community theater production of “The Wizard of Oz” and I’m dressed in a little green munchkin costume with rosy cheeks and my red hair pulled back into two pigtails. I’m holding a red carnation, which was probably a gift from Young, who is standing next to me dressed in blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt, with a little dirt smudge on his face. The two of us are looking at the camera ever-so-shyly, like too-forward a glance or too-bright a flash might make our young love dissipate in a cloud of smoke. It was only a few months later that Young did what, to this day — with the exception of my husband’s proposal to me — remains the single most romantic gesture anyone has ever made toward me. Keep reading »

And The Prize Goes To … Our Favorite Story Of First Love

Last Friday, we asked you to share your story of first love in exchange for a copy of Us: Americans Talk About Love. Well, a ton of you sent in amazing tales of how you knew you were in love for the first time. We laughed, we cried, and then we decided reader Erin’s story was our favorite:

I was 18 years old. It was the second semester of my first year of college, and I had somehow managed to snag my high school mega-crush. I had always had a thing for him, but thought he was way too cool for me, so his interest in me had come as quite the surprise.  A few months after we started dating, we were hanging out at my parents house, petting my cat.  We ended up sprawled out across my dining room floor, talking and laughing.  I said something silly and we started laughing uncontrollably, to the point where we were both crying, and we were trying our hardest to stop but just couldn’t contain ourselves.  It was then, in the moment that we were coming down and wiping our eyes, that I realized I was in love with him.  Here was this person, so different and separate from me, who I’d always put on a pedestal and tried to be so cool around…and we were curled up under my dinner table with a cat, peeing ourselves laughing about a joke a 6-year-old could make. Somehow, he had morphed from an unattainable entity to a part of me, someone who saw and cherished my truest self.

Don’t forget to enter this week’s contest. The winner gets “Secret Diary of A Call Girl” seasons one and two on DVD and more! Keep reading »

My First Crush: The Senior

There are few names that a woman should never forget. The name of the person she lost her virginity to. Her mother’s maiden name (for the security of her bank account). Chanel. And of course, the name of her First Crush.

Now I don’t mean your first crush when you were five in the sandbox. Nor do I mean your first crush in middle school. I mean your first real high school crush. The one that you had when you were a Freshman and he was a Senior. Sure, up until that crush there may have been a hot and heavy make out session in the back of the movie theater following some experimentation with whip-its. But this crush is bigger than that. I’m talking about the first guy who made you realize that you wanted to have sex with someone. That made you think about having sex with him. Even if you’d never done IT. Even if IT scared you.

For me, it was Dave Waldenberg. Keep reading »

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