I believe in the deepest depths of my heart that every woman has, or will, wake up in the bed of someone with the immense feeling of, "Crap. Now what?"
I eat a banana everyday, I am also a ho. Coincidence?!
You're the token good girl and you've decided that you want some no-strings-attached kind of love. Congratulations! Now what do you do?
College is different for everyone but for those who took it as an opportunity to get all that boinking out of their system, it's a high stakes game of doing it in strange places and hoping not to get caught.
"Please, Lord, don't let today be the day he asks me to lick his butt."
Turns out the reason why you and your beau bang like rabbits is way deeper than the two of you being raging hornballs.
Because I think I'm a new and improved Carrie Bradshaw, I started thinking about baseball and dating and tried to form some adorable connection. Well, guess what? I did.
Let’s talk about sex, baby – casual sex, that is.
Are you in a relationship? Are you having a lot of sex? Are you having what you’d call a “normal” amount of sex? Do you feel like you’re having too little sex?
We've all been there, standing in that fork in the road thinking: do I bone this guy for curly fries or do I leave this bar with my dignity?
In the past six months, I've had sex. I've been laid. I f*cked. However, it's been a long time since I've made love, and I kind of miss it.
When Stephen and I first started dating, I had a problem with his ex-girlfriend. I told everyone that I just hated how badly she hurt him, but the truth was I was jealous.
The only difference between a woman who has never had sex and a woman who has a ton of sex is her choices.
Break ups are literally the worst. I don't care if you're the dumper, the dumpee or if it was "mutual." I don't care if you weren't even technically dating. It still counts as a breakup, and it is still the worst.
I think I have a small but very real hoarding problem. Like, I'm not going to appear on an episode of Hoarders anytime soon, but I keep things way past their expiration dates.
As long as I've lived, I've been told that women have a sixth sense. It's like our boobs can always tell when it's going to rain.
Age ain't nothin' but a number.
Somewhere between turning 21 and recently turning 23, I turned 50.
One of my favorite movies of all time, Grease, has a plot that centers around Sandy changing for the bad boy. This is a straight up terrible message to young girls. Changing yourself to be with a guy is NEVER the answer.
"I was asking for a recommendation and he asked me what I did, I thought he was a great guy I thought we had a really good rapport, and I told him, and after that my grades immediately went down."
Now, look, every once in a while one comes across an image or something late night on HBO that she doesn’t mind staring at and using later, but actively seeking pictures or movies has never been something I’ve put my time into.
You know there's something about the best laid plans. They tend to go awry.
There are so many things I wish someone would have told me about sex in high school. Some things that sex education couldn't have taught me, like self-esteem and understanding guys, and some things that school really should have covered.
It's really hard to write a dating blog when no one really wants to date you.
You don’t feel free to act out on your inner sexy porn star when you’re almost always an inch away from falling off your bed, and your next door neighbor can hear every last sound.
Sex is a part of life. Some just wave their freak flag higher than others.
Let’s talk about sex. Ever the popular topic, after all. Specifically, lets talk about the importance of sex when it comes to dating, or rather, not having it.
You know what I'm talking about - where you see a couple so obviously mismatched that you're left wondering how they even got together in the first place.
Being "nice" is great, but you shouldn't get some freaking award for something that 90 percent of the population already does. You need to stand out.
In sixth grade, a boy in my class, obviously unfamiliar with the female anatomy, thought that boys were shat out through the anus. The same dude asked questions about micropenises, which made us all crack up."
Since the days of When Harry Met Sally, men and women have been asking, "Can men and women really be just friends?" Well, yes. But in recent years there's a new development. The "Friends With Benefits" relationship.
Society makes a huge deal about women being chaste and pure. Except that if a girl is seemingly too innocent, she's written off as well. I don't know about you guys, but I think that's kind of bullshit.
In early relationships, before I was the Bold Girl I am today, I would hide my feelings, no matter the cost. I would let things build and build until I was banging my arms against the dashboard of my car screaming, "I'M FINE, GOD! WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME."
In one of my most recent romantic situations, I was constantly convinced it would turn out like a romantic movie. Like, "Oh you don't like me now. That's cool. We're meant to be." I actually had full-blown day dreams where we would both end up in New York at some hip bar.
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When I graduated high school in 2009, I had planned to go to the University of Iowa, a school that was around 4 hours away from my hometown of Omaha, Nebraska. It was never my intention to meet a boy I wanted to date right before leaving for college, but as it turns out that's exactly what happened.