From moving far from home to your taking better control of your health, we've rounded up three accounts from real women about what they gave up for amour.
After suffering a crushing breakup at age 34, Suzanne worried that she might not meet someone else in time to have kids. Though she never mentioned wanting to have a family with her dates, she couldn't help sizing up every man for his fatherhood potential. If she felt under that much pressure, she reasoned, her dates could sense it too. But as soon as she stashed away 31 eggs in the freezer to give herself more time to find a partner, she felt her anxiety float away.
Summertime and the flirting is easy. With long days and sultry nights, even adults can't resist that carefree "school's out" feeling. In Susan Andersen's "Some Like It Hot", the second book in her Razor Bay series, summer brings new girl Harper Summerville to the idyllic town of Razor Bay, Washington for a seasonal job. But work quickly becomes pleasure when Harper meets Max Bradshaw, the town's sexy deputy sheriff.
Kate Taylor's piece in the New York Times, "Sex on Campus: She Can Play That Game Too", caused quite a stir by putting a sexy new slant on hook-up culture: It's women in control, not men, who are driving the trend. But hooking up cannot replace or come close to fulfilling the human need for real connection. It doesn't make us smarter, stronger or more in control to avoid connection and intimacy. It doesn't set us up to be better or happier than the women who came before us. It just sets us up to be disappointed in a different way.
As a woman who's been madly, desperately in love before, who has felt like a complete person while giving and receiving love -- and who's been pulverized by love as well -- I got to a place where I thought, "Hey, whoa...do I really want more of this love stuff?" Regardless of the answer, one thing's for sure: Right now, I'm single on purpose, and that's not always a 'condition' that needs to be cured.
Thanks to sensational programs like MTV's Catfish, we can now — as a society — sit back on our comfy couches and make fun of people who fall prey to online romance schemes. But when you are lied to, stolen from and emotionally ripped off by a stranger at a time in your life when you're most vulnerable, it's far from entertainment.
It's hard out there for a single girl. Here, six women let us in on their most disturbing, humiliating, and sometimes funny (in retrospect, of course) stories of digital dating gone terribly wrong.
You won't hear me say that Valentines Day isn't a Hallmark Holiday; it is. But that doesn't mean you can't have fun with it, whether you're single or not. How will you reclaim V-Day?
Yesterday, an op-ed on FoxNews.com — a publication I do not make a habit of reading — sent the internet into a tailspin. Its conservative author, Susanne Venker, is a woman with whom I’m certain I have next to nothing in common. Venker’s essay was pummeled by Jezebel, Refinery29 and The Awl – three sites I respect thoroughly and read on the regular. When I finally followed the trail back to Venker’s original piece, I fully expected my head to explode from rage. Instead, something worse happened. Something that caused me much distress.
Imagine never having to think about maintaining your bikini area — ever. Believe it or not, hairy legs, fuzzy pits, and 'no hair down there' are a way of life for plenty of women. That means skipping directly over the pre-date deforestation process and straight to outfit selection. We asked two women who live the no-shave lifestyle (and not just in November) to reveal what it's really like to live and love in a follicle-phobic society.
Tom was English, an army vet and dirty in a way that made me think he would be good in bed. I was somewhat mistaken. Things went from blah to worse when I realized that we went to bed at the exact wrong time in my menstrual cycle. Too bad about my comforter...
We've all heard the expression "The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach." But for John and me, food was the quickest way to our first argument. He said I didn't eat enough of it, and he didn't mean portion size.
Despite my colleagues' teasing, I had no interest in dating Damon at first, a clever medical resident at the hospital where I worked. But, I began to look for him at work despite myself. There was a long weekend off without his witticisms as his fiancée was visiting. And then he returned to work. Single.
A couple of weeks after meeting at a nightclub, Dave* asked me out for dinner. Now, I had been drunk when I last saw him. He had been tall (I was on the floor), gorgeous (it was dark) and kind (my expectations may have been low).
When Josh walked in, all the girls let out a collective "OMG!" gasp. He was well over six feet tall, with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes and full sleeve tattoos. For a group of women who all harbored a predilection for all things rocker-related, he was a vision. He was hot and he could cook. Could it get any better?