Note: As always, don't forget to follow my journey on my personal blog, So about what I said... Oh, those five seemingly innocuous words that, once uttered, swing open Pandora's Box and unleash an unrelenting firestorm of emotions: Fear, tears, laughter, red-faced embarrassment, confusion, more red-faced embarrassment. In fact, next to that other five-word phrase ("It's not you, it's me"), there's nothing so jolting or surprising in the language of love. It's the perfect ice breaker (or fire-starter) for having "that" conversation. It even works for those love scenes and other high-stakes story arcs in movies - a character (man or woman; I don't discriminate here) quietly approaches another character (man or woman; again, I'm all equal-opportunity here) looking scared and unsure while the background music starts to surge.
Have you ever hosted or attended an at home sex toy party? If so, what types of games or activities did your consultant have for you?
im with this awesome guy, im head over heels and i want to do everything 100% different in this one. of 5 previous serious relationships, 5 have failed. if i change me, maybe the outcome of this one will be different.
If your spouse has cheated on you and you have made the tough decision to end the relationship, the act of moving on is never easy. I think the most important part of a breakup or a divorce, especially.....
I've been through bad relationship, after bad relationship, emotional and physical abuse,is an older man the answer?
Note: As always, don't forget to follow my journey on my personal blog, So about what I said... Have you recovered from last week's deluge of downright dumb dudes? If not, keep that cool cloth on your head because here's Part II. The Mama’s BoySorry, sunny, but we don’t have time to play the Freud Game with you. The Mama’s Boy can be a tricky one because at first, it seems all rather cute. “Oh, it’s so cute how he dotes on his mother,” you think. But give it time, and I assure you, it’ll turn into something scarier than your own father-daughter complex. Some far more scary.
Months back, my friend Corey got a peculiar email from a woman with whom he’d gone on one date. The email included an invitation to a second meeting, a string of compliments…and a picture of the girl buck naked. Corey spent the next several days titillated and curious, but mostly confused. What did the Naked Girl, as we named her, hope to achieve with such a move? If she was offering herself up as a booty call, should he dial her digits? If she was a damaged soul, how could he make a clean break? Ultimately, Corey was convinced to put an end to the madness. I checked in with Corey about the Naked Girl the other day. He’s still seeing her.
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