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In the spirit of bestselling author Lori Foster's new release, "Getting Rowdy," set in handsome Rowdy Yates’ neighborhood bar, we’ve stirred up five seductive spirits sure to get you in the mood ... to read, that is!
Every single person has a favorite example of what I would come to call 'singlism' — the stereotyping, stigmatizing, and discrimination against people who are single. And the phenomenon extends far beyond the small stuff, like being overlooked by your peers. Discrimination against single people has been documented in the workplace, the housing market, and in medical care. It is written right into more than 1,000 federal laws.
I'm sitting in my NYC apartment one day in the middle of the afternoon, smoking a bong by myself because I was that kind of driven and motivated, when Tanya called me up. I could tell she was pretty horny, but I wasn't feeling it. I had a big "me" day planned: had just opened a bag of Fritos, pulled up Archer on Netflix and my couch was calling. "Okay, but if you change your mind, I'm already in my costume," she said. By the time I get to her door, I had just about talked myself out of it. But she already knew I was here, and had buzzed me in. And just as I was waffling at her door, it opened, to reveal...
Joelle and I hated each other, which is always a good way to start a fling. We worked together in the kitchen of our dining hall in college. I don't know how, but it started getting hot. We both had keys to the kitchen, so late-night rendezvous there were no problem as long as we kept the lights off and kept away from the windows. Our dining hall had these ginormous soup pots that let you make soup in 50-gallon batches. We were always joking about how they were big enough to fit a person inside, and now I found myself wondering wondering whether it could fit two.
I took the pill on the way home, trying to time it so I could collapse just inside our door, rather than outside. I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. I woke up the next morning feeling great. Birds shining, sun chirping. My cotton panties were neatly folded by the side of the bed, which was weird. "Don’t tell me you don’t remember!" he said...
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"We're the same person, different hair," says Greta Gerwig’s character in the movie Frances Ha. The two female protagonists are the kind of pals who live together, sleep next to each other, read and knit as a pair, and can't quite remember who paid for the teapot. In other words, a frouple. The term, a combination of 'friend' and 'couple,' was coined to describe for the totally platonic yet can't-live-without-you type of friendship shared between two straight women (and occasionally, two straight men). Do you know a frouple? Could you be part of one?
Producers of shows such as The Bachelor don't want you to know this. Peddlers of dating guides try to keep it a secret. Some of my fellow scholars pretend it's not true. But it is true. Plenty of single people are leading happy and successful lives. I've been studying singles for well over a decade, and I'm happy to let you in on the seven habits of highly successful singles.
If you're a single woman like me, I'm sure you've heard this refrain more than once: "But you're so smart/pretty/fun/great. Why aren't you married?" I have to admit I've puzzled over this for a while myself. At a certain age, odds are you're tempted to think it means there's something wrong with you. Well, it's time to put the pity party to an end and look at the facts. Love is a wonderful thing. But marriage isn't for everyone, and that's more than okay. Here's why.
The year was 1985. I was walking on Third Avenue in New York City. On the corner, a cab stopped at the light. The car was free and the driver smiled at me as I passed in front of his vehicle. I couldn't help but notice how drop-dead gorgeous he was. I raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat. The sexual magnetism between us was break-the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be his fare and he wasn't there to be my driver.
Miley Cyrus performed on MTV's 2013 VMAs, stuck her tongue out way too many times, rubbed her vajajay with a foam finger, danced in a sexually suggestive manner and mostly just annoyed the audience — all in the name of twerking. She may have gotten her point across, but there's one point a lot of people are missing: Miley Cyrus was not even twerking.
It's pretty clear why men fantasize about being superheroes: they're strong, powerful and revered. It wasn’t until I allowed myself to be open, to be vulnerable, that I found I could enjoy the very thing a man wants to be—strong, masculine, confident. My hero. That to allow a man be what he strives to be doesn't take away from who I am or what I can do. And I know I'm not alone in this.