A friend of mine began dating a girl. And by “began” I mean, slept with her the day they met.

Since then, he has been seeing this girl on a daily basis. He likes hanging out with her and he loves the sex. He insists that she is not his girlfriend, yet the amount of time they spend together tells a different story. A story that:

1) I am sure his lady friend is reading

2) makes it seem like this little relationship is turning into something more serious.

Yet, as he tells me, he doesn’t want a girlfriend. And “it is too early to have the relationship conversation, anyway. We are just having fun.”

I started thinking about his situation – how I would feel if I were him, if I were her, and just about the whole dating thing in general.

Dating for our generation is clearly a lot different than when our parents did it. Way back when, in the days when they were young, dating was a fairly structured process: boy eyed girl, boy asked girl on date, boy met parents, boy and girl went on a few more dates, boy formally asked girl to be his girlfriend, boy gave girl pin/sweater, boy and girl were officially a couple and held hands (and sometimes necked). Read More »

Since re-entering the realm of singledom some time back, I’ve had no shortage of random sexual encounters, whether they be one night stands with girls I’ve met at bars, or first or second dates where the girl, I guess, is feeling pretty frisky.

But when the night has run its course, and all energies have been spent, the question still remains as to whether you should spend the night with your partner of the evening.

As a guy, I’m constantly torn between sleeping alone in my own bed and guaranteeing a good night’s sleep, or spending the night with the girl, possibly getting laid again the morning, meanwhile risking a sleepless night because I’m unfortunately one of those guys that absolutely cannot sleep with even the slightest bit of body contact.

Now, generally speaking, I’m gonna side with spending the night with the girl. I mean, c’mon. I can always catch up on my sleep later, and, as a rule, you don’t just turn down the possibility of good morning sex. But every now and then, certain circumstances will dictate that I do everything in my power to get rid of the girl as soon as humanly possible.

Allow to share a classic example: Read More »

Spanx bodyshapers, padded and minimizing bras, even LoveMyBuns padded undwear—nowadays, a girl can tuck, lift, and boost almost any body part. These products are great for those days when we need a little help sliding into those favorite jeans or fitting into a date-night little black dress.

But what happens when one needs to slip out of the little black dress? Suddenly, that fake foam ass sewed into your boyshorts isn’t looking so bootylicious.

I found myself in this conundrum the other night, following a few bottles of wine shared over a blind date. We were stumbling back to his apartment when I was suddenly stricken with panic. I clumsily felt for the waistband of my skirt, confirming what I knew was true already—I was wearing a very unsexy pair of control-top pantyhose that ended somewhere in the vicinity of my armpits.

Without a purse with me, I couldn’t simply take them off in his bathroom, unless I planned to parade them through the living room. No, if I wanted any action that night, I would have to risk frightening the poor guy. Read More »

I get it. Guys like sex…and guys like competition. So naturally, guys make it a competition to see who has more sex. Whether it is a points game (extra points for threesomes or two girls in one night-obvi) or just listing off their sex stats. Guys go out in search of a hookup to add to their list.

And so, the number-game-guys seek out one of us girls to take home. And we ladies cast the fact aside that he is, admittedly a huge MW (Man-Whore), and strip right down to our Hanky-Panky’s. I mean, clearly if everyone else wanted him, there must be something appealing that we should want too. And naively we think we will be the one to change him and tame him. Right?

Soooo Wrong. Read More »

Along with the joys of college sometimes come a few unwanted visitors, aka sexually transmitted diseases. With all of the drunken or random hookups going on, most girls are bound to have at least one “ummm, something is not right down there” moment. Let’s be honest, it happens to the best of us, not just the raging sluts.

The initial conversation with the doctor or nurse at the university health center is never fun. A lot of embarassing questions are asked that you would probably rather not discuss with someone who looks like they could be one of your parents.

Now, a new website, stdwizard, takes care of those annoying beginning steps. All you have to do is answer questions relating to your specific symptoms and keep on clicking through the website until the end to see if you need to go get tested. Read More »