A few weeks ago my girlfriends and I were sitting around the house drinking wine. We were talking, as girls do, about boys and breakups. We all got a little drunk and giggly and discussing how we love being independent (all the single ladies) we really missed the constant...uh...little pleasures...that come with having a significant other.
There's always been a mutual sense of harmless flirting to our friendship, however, as we are both single. About a week ago, we were texting each other and the typical flirting began. But then the tone changed and we were suddenly sexting!
I started dating someone new, but we haven't slept together yet. He's hinted at wanting to know how many people I've been with before we do the deed, but that's not something I really discuss with my partners.
We've heard relatives say it, we've heard it in the movies when the father gives the cliché advice to his daughter as her boyfriend picks her up: "Be careful. He's only got one thing on his mind." You've most likely heard some variation of that phrase a lot of times throughout your life and never stopped to question it.
According to dating and relationship coach David Wygant, girls with body image issues (aka ALL OF US) are destroying all the intimate moments in our lives because partners can sense the distress and anxieties over certain areas or aspects of our bodies, which in turn makes them feel as if they're doing something wrong.
Getting swept up in the butterflies and the excitement is a blast, but it can also cloud your judgment and lead you to overlook the signs that the person you're falling for kind of sucks. Let's preempt part of the relationship where you're crying over a bottle of alcohol, listening to your favorite Taylor Swift song and wondering where everything went wrong.
I've been FWB'ing with someone for a while. Over the course of the years we've known each other, we'll occasionally have a huge blow-out argument, after which we go our separate ways. This will last a few months, and then slowly and certainly this guy comes back.
I'm afraid of bringing him to work parties and having my co-workers ask what he does. I'm afraid of bringing him around my friends with their highly successful fiancés - not because of his lack of 'experience', but because being with someone like that has never been an option for me, and it's not really who I am.
Today is the anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the ruling that established the right to obtain an abortion across the country. The Supreme Court ruled 7-2 in favor of a woman's rights to choose, at least within the first three months after conception. However, with how much talk there was about abortion in the last election, it almost feels like this ruling is going through a mid-life crisis.
There are, however, some unavoidable situations that most of us regular folks love to keep discreet. I do feel bad for celebrities that they don't have the same luxury of privacy, but you'd think they'd order their bedroom toys online, not while walking the most popular streets of L.A.
What personally makes me uncomfortable with the idea of facials is the fervent desire guys tend to express when they talk about them. Like their lives just won't have any kind of meaning unless they ejaculate on someone's face.
I started dating this guy and things are going super well. The other night he came back to my place and we started making out on my bed. Once things reached a certain point...you know what I'm saying...he casually let me know he was a virgin. Needless to say, I was a little shocked and pushed pause on our romantic moment.
Instead of focusing on one issue, I thought I'd share a smattering of new issues that came up this week, and judge from afar (aka Canada - the land of legal abortions and same-sex marriage).
So CC's lovely editor Alex was browsing Reddit this week and came across this post, with a guy asking if it was unreasonable to ask his girlfriend of four years to give him a blow job without a condom. My initial thoughts? That must taste weird, very latex-y and possibly like spermicide.
Supposedly, Sean Lowe has been "reborn a virgin" and has chosen to not have sex anytime soon. Let's be honest. Has he ever looked at himself in the mirror? I highly doubt that a man who looks like that is going to stay celibate for long, but it got me thinking.
I confess, sometimes I'm an immensely slothy person. At work, in life and even in the bedroom, at times. Sometimes I just want to lay back and not exert any effort. No reciprocation, no getting on top, nada. Does this make me a bad lay?
I don't know what is wrong with me, but I think my vagina is too tight/small. Although I have been having sex for almost a year, it is still often painful afterwards (if not during), and it snaps back to it's original state.
Recently, I was reading through an advice forum that's usually frequented by fairly open-minded people. These people bashed the idea of getting naked with someone repeatedly while having zero intention of boning them. They called it irresponsible and labelled it a "tease" move.
Everyone has a few bad habits. Are yours related to sex? Here are some sexual habits to consider breaking right away...
A quick but urgent question: Should guys have to split plan B with us?! And how do you go about asking him?
Tis the season to make better choices. Beyond making promises to eat better, get in shape, stop procrastinating and other perfectly admirable goals, it's time to reevaluate your sexual choices. Contrary to what Girls or Thought Catalog would have you believe, being a young adult doesn't have to mean a constant litany of awful decisions that leave you feeling disgusting or unfulfilled.
Never, NEVER, have I had a guy tell me to go brush my teeth afterwards if I wanted to continue the makeout sesh. Have I been living in Lala Land? Should I start bringing along mini-bottles of Scope with me to my dates' apartments?
At first my girlfriends were pretty convinced that he liked me, but after our movie date (if it even was a date), they aren't sure. When we parted ways, we both said we had a great time and that we hoped to see each other soon, but I didn't get a text afterwards. Is it worth pining after this boy, or should I take my "three day rule" girlfriend's advice and just get over it?
Also, I probably NEVER would have bought nipple gel on my own...but guess what guys? I LIKED IT A LOT. The one that came in the box was California Exotic Novelties Climax Nipple Gel, mint flavored. I would have been waaaaay too freaked out to buy some in public, but since it came to my door I figured I may as well try it, and now I'm a big fan!
Hopefully, you've survived your finals with vestiges of your sanity intact, and you're mostly done with your holiday shopping. If not, my deepest sympathies. Let me try to distract you by talking about something a lot more fun - the prospect of the winter break hookup.