Earlier today, while procrastinating on that whole “find a summer job” thing, I came across an article on Glamour.com entitled, “11 Things Men Want You to Do More Often—in Bed and Out.” At the top it says something about how men aren’t so different from women after all, because all they really want at the end of the day is to be pampered and loved!

So apparently (according to the article) your man wants you to remind him how hot he is, relinquish control of the remote, pick up the tabs and giving him frequent massages and blow jobs. What fun!

The list is honest and endearing, but there’s one major problem: most women don’t receive half of these courtesies in return. So now that Glamour’s gotten the convo started, here are some things I wish guys would do more often:

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This guy is the least of your germ problems.

Despite the fact that I ran around for weeks downing Airbourne and bathing myself in hand sanitizer, I couldn’t outrun the flu and it currently has me severely down and out (don’t worry I’m not about to sprout a curly tail over here, it’s just our regular old seasonal pal).

As I spent the weekend lying in bed, underneath a pile of tissues and cough drop wrappers, I attempted to retrace my steps. Where did I go wrong? The first thing that popped into my head was a toilet. I mean, aren’t public restrooms pretty much the dirtiest places we visit? But I am positive that I had maintained sturdy squats never losing balance and always flushing with my shoe…

So where could I have picked up this infections, atrocious and nastalicious flu?

Apparently, the possibilities are endless. Well, not totally endless. It turns out the toilet is the least likely culprit. The porcelain god may be dirty, but it is cleaner than a lot of things we encounter every day. The worst part? We don’t even realize the things that are swimming in bacteria. Gross bacteria. The kind that definitely caused whatever has taken over my poor little body.

Here’s a list of some of the culprits to watch out for. Be careful out there, people, or you may be joining me in my germ infested death bed come next weekend. Read More »

Finding a man at the bar is one of my favorite pastimes. I know what people think when they look at me leaving the party with yet another new man, but what can ya do? I love the chase…and the passion.

But even I have to admit the downsides to the ever-so-popular one night stand:

1. The period of time (about an hour) between returning home and ripping each other’s clothes off that is usually filled with obligatory and totally random conversation. You know, so no one feels like this is all about the sex….which we all know it is.

2. The awkward goodbye in the morning filled with clothing searches, phone number exchanges, and a long walk past the roommates.

3. Morning after poos.

Don’t even pretend that you don’t have ‘em. You know; the after-effects of beer, more beer, pizza, and booze. They are ugly, dirty, and very, very smelly. And if the boy sticks around long enough, someone is going to have one. And someone else is going to know.

Which is why I am totally obsessed with this fabulous new invention. This little toilet-seat-sent-from-heaven is the perfect solution to morning after poo’s. Or any bomb you have to drop with a cute man around. Read More »