If you can't be with the one you love; love the one you dream up.
A friend and I play "Subway Sex," when we ride together, where - in transit - we count how many people on that subway car we would potentially sleep with. And then there's some type of asinine point system. Sure, it's silly and irrational, but what else are you really going to do in the subway? Cell phones don't work.
As silly as my game might sound, people really let their imaginations run more wild than mine. Pretend sex is one thing - but a pretend boyfriend/girlfriend? Looks like the Pleo isn't satisfying people enough. Is the real thing just too much trouble?
The Rise Of Urbane Tomboys: the flipside of the metrosexual man.
The female counterpart of the male metrosexual, guys, these women are more likely to steal from your closet. They borrow their style from menswear, often choosing to dress in jeans and t-shirts or sweaters, which are more constant and comfortable. According to an Observer article last month that dubbed these women urbane tomboys, they "seem to revel in sneakered, hoodied androgyny, thereby recasting femininity as something you can take off and put on again."
Facial features reveal if someone's looking to play or stay.
British university researchers surveyed 60 students to determine whether they were more interested in a relationship or a one night stand, then separated their images into two groups. The images of men interested in long-term love were all morphed into one composite image, the same with men looking for a quickie. (The process was repeated for the ladies).
When shown to more than 700 heterosexual subjects, the majority of both sexes were able to correctly label the face that was looking for fast love.
Should a troublesome boyfriend be traded in for a lovable lil' robo-pet?
Pleo is this amazingly intuitive robotic dinosaur that made its way into many homes recently; it has sensory receptors and some type of inexplicable (I'm no rocket scientist) manner of impersonating a loving pet/companion minus the unpleasant responsibilities.
With the busy, professional playerette's lifestyle these days, who's got time to poop-scoop anyway?
A new book about one of the great scandals of the 20th century.
Stanford White was 47 (famous for buildings his firm McKim, Mead and White designed, such as the original Madison Square Garden and the Washington Square Arch), and Nesbit was 16 when he wined and dined the naïve, poor girl.
White slowly lured her into an abusive sexual relationship that ended only when her future husband became obsessed with her and pulled her into another abusive relationship. In 1906 Nesbit’s husband, Harry K. Shaw, shot White point-blank in the face, in front of a large crowd at his Madison Square Garden. Nesbit’s deflowering and White’s sexual proclivities were later immortalized in the marginal movie "The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing."
TheStreet.com published an interesting piece on whether marriage helps or hurts an individual’s career. Turns out, the only professions in which a spouse is beneficial are clergymen, judges, police officers, and drumroll...politicians. [Insert Eliot Spitzer joke here.]
Sexperts rate intercourse times as too long; too short or just right.
Based on the responses received from thousands of patients, a survey of 50 psychologists, social workers, physicians, nurses and marriage/family therapists reported lengths of time to match four descriptions of intercourse duration: too long, too short, adequate and desirable.
Duration of one to two minutes was deemed "too short" and three to seven minutes "adequate", which seem to match society’s perceived amount of time for good sex. But, surprisingly, most researchers assigned the title of "desirable" to an experience lasting anywhere from seven to thirteen minutes. And "too long" was defined as anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes.
Romance evolves - and so does the music that sparks it.
When the lights are turned low and sparks fly at every slight touch, it's time to turn on something to take the vibe from seventh grade flirtation to Rated R in seconds. The standard for this hardly ever changed - Marvin Gaye, Al Green, Anita Baker all have the lyrics to turn a flicker to a flame. And when all you crave is sensual intrumentals of Jazz or Blues, Miles Davis never dissapoints.
At the risk of betraying the classics, I've discovered a few new Jazz artists who echo the sentiment of the greats, yet put their own evolutionary twist on a romantic catalyst that will never be replaced. My current faves? Sachal Vasandani's got a voice to melt into into; and try Miguel Zenon to add some heat to a quiet night in.
If your husband wants to have it, the quickest route to the bedroom is by way of a vacuum, a duster, and possibly a mop. I know, not very romantic and probably not your strong suit, but the small gesture of cleaning or picking up a bit around the house can lift a mother’s spirits—and lighten the stress of the impending household-chore doom.
So guys, if you want to get it on, but your new-mom permanent-scowl wife just doesn’t seem up for it, clean. And make no mention of sex. Just clean. Without being asked. We guarantee you’ll be getting some by the time baby’s in bed.
Bedpost Myth # 4. Gentlemen should always pay for dinner.
Disagree. Though it seems counter-intuitive (and somewhat hard to swallow) to the liberated 21st-century woman, a recent survey revealed that almost 50 percent of women kinda/sorta want men to pay.
Bedpost Myth #14. Your lover should be your best friend.
Agree. We'll see your Myth #14 and raise you a "your husband shouldn't be your best friend" claim. Psychologist and relationship expert, Esther Perel, challenges the idea of a mate fulfilling every role and claims that keeping a sense of mystery in marriage helps keep it hot.
