"What Women Want" is an application that features "an automatic calucation of a woman's 'average menstrual cycle,'" tarot cards, an obesity checker, reminders for men to give their lovers a gift, "various functions of what women want directly" and more. According to a recent iTunes app store search, this clever application was among the top 50 downloads (it's since been replaced by the likes of DashboardAquarium and TeaTimer... yawn.)
We all know that men like to A) watch porn, and B) enjoy themselves while doing so, but many ladies out there have gotten firsthand knowledge of this by actually catching their men in the act. For those women, and for all the women out there who are at risk of walking into a one-man party, we offer you the top excuses men give when caught in the act and also some advice on how a classy modern dame can handle such a situation.
The Frisky ran a story recently called "10 Signs He's A Womanizer." Our first reaction was that any guy being chased by a pack of women all chanting "You're a womanizer, womanizer, womanizer" is a pretty good indicator. Nonetheless, the Frisky goes on to make some valid and necessary points about some of our more sleazy fellow males. "The difference between a womanizer and a good man," they explain, "is a womanizer acts in this manner to get in your pants, not your heart." Womanizers and man-eaters alike want to make like bunny rabbits. In other words, we consider man-eaters just as sleazy as womanizers. Here are seven signs you're becoming a man-eater, and what to do about heading back toward normalcy:
I can hardly believe it, but Drew, my husband, and I will be celebrating our first wedding anniversary in just five days. Has a whole year really gone by since the day we said "I do"? Actually, no, because neither of us said "I do." I think what we really said to the Rabbi when he married us was: "We will say "yes" to whatever you ask us as long as we never, ever, ever have to plan another wedding again!" Anyway, according to the calendar, almost a whole year has gone by since that day, and, I'm happy to say: so far so good. But all that could change next week when Drew and I go on our first ever road trip together to celebrate our anniversary.
Why conceal your little black book under the floorboards when you can tote it around on your iPhone? DateMate, which promises to simplify the complex and highly confusing world of dating, is a new iPhone app that records past dates, measures compatibility among partners and even tallies the number of times one has had sex.
The results from Askmen.com's latest love/relationship survey revealed that most guys —or at least the 100,000 surveyed— purport to be fairly traditional and straight-laced. A whopping 80 percent said a break-up should be face-to-face, 80 percent said it's "not at all likely" or "not very likely" they'd cheat even if assured their partners wouldn't find out, while 75 percent fantasize or have fantasized about their partner's friends.
Watching this season's "The Men Tell All" special last night, two things were evident: First, this is the closest group of guys all vying for the heart of the same girl we've ever seen. Second, everyone—we're looking at you, too, Chris Harrison—really hates Justin. And so, as the debate of whether Roberto or Chris is the better man for Bachelorette Ali inevitably intensifies this week—the final rose ceremony is next Monday, after all—we'd like to draw your attention to another match up: Between Justin Rego and Frank Neuschaefer, who's the bigger jerk?
We've spent a lot of time here at YourTango talking about breasts: their size, how to support them, breasts that are au naturale versus those that have been surgically enhanced. In all this time, we've focused primarily on the heft of our boobage. The cleavage. The sensual roundness of our breasts in all of their glorious entirety. Who they belong to after having a baby. But now it seems as if we've been missing out on a crucial sector of the boobage debate: nipples.
You've met his friends; he's met yours. Now it's time to add fruity cocktails and mix. Short of introducing your parents to his, combining your two sets of friends—especially if they exist in very different worlds—is one of the most nerve-wracking milestones in a relationship. And since summertime is party time, it's probably going to happen in the next month or so. Here are a few steps you can take to make sure it's not a complete disaster.
OK, I know—bragging about how much you drank in college puts you one degree lower on the Sad-O-Tron than that high school friend who never moved out, gained 40 pounds on Chili's happy hour apps and tries to pick up perimenopausal social workers.