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.
The thing about me is that I’m easily annoyed. Perhaps that will be my downfall in relationships, but c’mon, there are some things that are just common sense.
We had plans to hang out one day and I never heard from him. A few days later, he told me he had some family issues come up and he was sorry, but never asked me out again.
Apparently, guys have a list of demands that just aren’t being fulfilled.
If a cursory glance shows that your blue (or green) bubbles outnumber the gray ones to the left, then you might be losing the dating game.
Richie was a weirdo. I’d already decided this 30 seconds after we matched on Tinder.
I am a 25 year old virgin. There I said it. I am not a bible thumper, a head case or a disgusting troll woman; I am just very shy and I have been waiting till I connected with somebody till I had sex.
Women are taught, at a very young age, to step aside and let the big boys play. That mentality creates a dangerous breeding ground for settling, one of major foes of the feminist movement.
I'm studying abroad right now, and there is a guy on the program that I've had a crush on for most of the time we've been here. About two weeks ago, I finally got up the courage to initiate that I was into him.
Being broke shouldn’t be a reason to resort to a “come over and chill” Netflix night on the couch.
You know, I’d always heard horror stories about how painful waxing is. It’s not like I hadn’t experienced it in a smaller dosage – I routinely got my eyebrows waxed. But there is a huge difference between getting your brows waxed and getting a Brazilian. HUGE.
As a guy, I don’t get catcalling. I’ve never felt the need to do it. You know why? Because I know that shouting out something to a complete stranger in public isn’t going to get me laid.
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.