My boyfriend and I have been together a little over 7 months. Recently, we broke up, but are working on things. He has been talking to this one girl a lot, though.
"Please, Lord, don't let today be the day he asks me to lick his butt."
Online dating can be some bullshit, yes. But if the Internet Gawds can make it easier to deal with (meaning more catches and less creeps), then maybe – just maybe – I can dip a toe or two back into the proverbial pool.
“Have you thought about selling your iPhone with Flappy Bird on it?” Mike from Tinder asked me, one day before...
When we enter into a new and exciting relationship, we tend to overlook any signs for potential trouble. Any “quirks” or “differences” or things you don’t quite “get” about the person can easily be swept under the bed that you’re busy trying to break the old fashioned way.
Turns out the reason why you and your beau bang like rabbits is way deeper than the two of you being raging hornballs.
I probably watch He's Just Not That Into You a few times a year. It's a personal favorite. And although I've had some beef with that movie before, damn, it's usually right.
Just like anything else, texting requires technique and precision to produce successful outcomes.
The truth hurts, fellas.
That was less satisfying than the time I went to McDonald's at 10:58AM and they told me breakfast was already over.
It ain’t always easy being friends with people you’re attracted to.
“Before we start talking about emotions, let’s establish this – we both want to have sex with each other,” he said. “We should at least give it a try before we say how we’ll feel afterwards. And if that happens, we’ll just talk about it like we’re doing now.” I thought that that was fair. And I’ve always been the kind to try anything once.
I know that the power in a relationship falls under the person who cares the least…and as awful as it sounds, I’ve grown to hate being the person who cares the most.
Sometimes your single status is a scarlet letter that has been sewn on your forehead, other times your delusions have you believing this dry spell is more sunny California than Sahara Desert.
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.