Condoms get a bad rap. We understand and sometimes even agree, but it's certainly not deserved in all cases. (We'll get to that.) With every new relationship comes the uncomfortable but critical "talk" about health status. This means disclosing if and when you've been tested for HIV and STI's, deciding if you need to schedule a test, and discussing the preventative measures you will take (condoms and/or dams) to stay safe. Even in monogamous, long-term relationships, today's women are weighing their contraceptive options more carefully.
When I was a young girl, I played with Barbie dolls. I had a whole collection of them; about 20 or so of all of these different forms of beautiful, blonde and skinny-curvy Barbies. I read the fairy tales of beautiful princesses being rescued by handsome wealthy powerful princes and was essentially brainwashed into believing that somehow my body, my hair and my eyes weren't good enough. I grew up believing that I needed to be taller, I needed to be skinny...and that somehow God didn't know that I was supposed to have straight hair!
I have never met anyone dating a nagger. For some reason, the nagging doesn’t exist in the dating world. Since nagging is generally a female quality, I sometimes wonder if this is part of the man’s reasoning for being reluctant to get married. Men most likely grew up watching their mom nag their dad or some other guy, and understood this was part of her marital right or obligation. Women who don’t think they nag are often the worst naggers.
I’ve been delinquent in writing here lately, but it certainly is not because I’ve been lazy. Or maybe I have. A saying I ponder often is: busyness is a form of laziness. I know it is true for me. There is a never ending stream of “things to do.” Email, chores, clients to see, family duties, email, paying bills, keeping in touch with people, articles to both read and write, shopping, email, books to read, videos to watch, facebook, ema
I can only imagine how different parenting would feel if I viewed it as a prison instead of a privilege. Parenting is the toughest job on earth, and can push our buttons beyond anything we’ve known. It’s also the greatest privilege, for where else do we have daily access to a living, breathing angel? Where else are we so close to representatives of God, to these beings whose hearts shine with unadulterated purity and grace? And where else do we have daily opportunities to see our growing edges so we can work to expand them?
Fear’s entire mission in life is to keep you safe from the risk of loving. It sees love as a dangerous cesspool where the invisible sea creatures lurk beneath the dark surface, waiting to snatch you into their murky waters. Fear believes that if you risk your heart through committed loving you will endure unbearable loss: you will either lose yourself in some way or you will lose your partner. Either way, fear tells you to run because it’s trying to protect you from an unpredictable risk.
It’s that time of year again! Are you one of the women for whom the appearance of Sports Illustrated’s swimsuit issue inspires shock and awe ... shock at your image in the mirror and awe for her beauty? Did cover model, Kate Upton, just up the standard for sexy, sensual and hot for you? It’s very hard to ignore how eagerly men await this annual jaw dropping exercise!! Where does that leave 99% of humanity?
Dear Dr. Romance: Is it possible to love someone without ever dating them? If so, how can you tell that you are in love? Dear Reader: Yes, it's possible to fall in love without dating. For example, if you have a close friend, classmate, work associate, neighbor or friend of a friend that you have spent time with (without dating) you can become attached. Most of the time, however, loving someone from afar has a strong fantasy component, which can be misleading.
Watching this week's episode of "The Bachelor" (the show is my one guilty pleasure ... I love the exotic locals and watching the fun thrill of first dates), I felt sad for Kacie B. when The Bachelor's Ben Flajnik sent her home. She seemed devastated and confused. "What the #*?! just happened?!" she repeatedly exclaimed.
5 shots and 4 Guinness later! Wow, what a night! “Oh no! Did I send all these text messages?” March 18th 12:59 a.m. – “I love you!” March 18th 1:15 a.m. – “Can I come over?” March 18th 1:32 a.m. – “You are so hot! Xoxo” “Oh, s*#), what did I do? What happened last night? I work with him! I have to SEE him today! What am I going to do?