Most guys have mastered the art of changing the car's oil but they still don't have a clue about buying their ladies some bling.
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.
I always get really sad when I realize how lonely I am. It's really funny because for most of my life I have been lonely. Even when I was with Rick, my ex of seven years I was insanely lonely. My loneliness comes across as crazy a lot of the time. Especially to men. Kinda weird how that works.
It's 2010. Everybody and their father has admitted to using and enjoying sex toys. We gals, in particular, can attend nary a girl's night, book club meeting or parent-teacher conference without ultimately comparing favorite vibrators. But we all know, like sex itself, vibrators can be totally awesome or frightening and weird. A sex toy designer divulges the newest and weirdest in adult toy innovation. Here at Lemondrop we're often like, "Hey, what gives, sex industry? Who invents this stuff?" Answer: Chad Braverman. Well, not just Chad. But he's an actual "adult novelty" designer (for venerable house of naughty-bit ticklers, Doc Johnson), has actually won some awards for his R-rated creations, and he agreed to answer some of our silly questions
There are so many great things about being single. But by the way our friends, family, government and Olive Garden waitresses treat us, you'd think being single made you some tragic donkey, hopelessly alone and destined to careen off a cliff with no one around to hear your last heehaw. Guess what? Some of us are single by design. Some of us like it.
I want to earn more money than my husband to have a better sex life. Fact: I want to be a successful businesswoman. I never want to feel like I have to rely on a man to pay for my clothes, travel, entertainment, food, housing... anything. Which is not say I don't enjoy receiving gifts, but when it comes to my relationships, I've made a conscious decision to strive to be the breadwinner.
On top of my general gripes with what is Wrong with dating, dates and the whole dating scene, I've thoroughly plumbed the depths of my own depravity, trying to suss out what is perhaps Wrong with me, and fully explored what is Wrong with you. But today I'm going to paint a picture of the perfect date. I don't want perfection, nor do I strive for it, but I think it could be a helpful exercise to look at what I would deem an ideal situation, from how we meet to our first date. Perhaps we'll find out I'm hopeless or unrealistic or simple in my desires and tastes. I've never really thought about exactly what I'm looking for, I've only known when I haven't found it. But I think this is what it looks like ...
People are always asking how they'll know when they've found The One, when it's time to settle down for good and get married. But what I'm here to tell you is, you may already be "married" and not even know it. I've been in an unmarried long-term relationship for years, which comes with its fair share of marginalization. No matter how long you've been committed to somebody, most people won't really recognize the capital-S Seriousness of your partnership without the "legally binding" part. Look, guys—there are more things that bind two people together forever than a marriage license. As everybody who's been in a long-term relationship—married or not—knows, there's much more to being married than the piece of paper from the city hall. So I've prepared a some handy proof for us marrieds to keep on hand for the inquisitive and unbelieving. Caution—if you're in a loving, committed partnership, you may be more married than you think.
Why do some women flirt with everyone—even men they don't like? Our writer explains: "It all started when I was an awkward, mercilessly ugly 12-year-old. And then I discovered what would drastically alter the direction of my life: a stack of Playboys in my step-grandfather's closet. I could master the art of the smoldering stare. I could pout my lips and trail my finger across my chest. I could do this! That day, a flirt was born."
Online dating is hard enough without all the risks of what could go wrong. From deceptive pictures to insincere motives, Jessica Adams has gone through it all. She shares in this hilarious account how one prospective match, a promising sociology student, turned out to be less than desirable.
My romantic relationships have all followed this same pattern: I am "not enough" for the other person's love. Sometimes I blindly pursue men who blatantly tell me I am not enough. One boyfriend told me I would be really hot if I was five inches taller, ten pounds lighter, had broader shoulders (what?) and was Irish. Still, I stayed with him for 18 months. By unconsciously seeking out unattainable/emotionally unavailable/married or simply not interested men, I can obsessively reenact my father/daughter dynamic in the vain hope that if I can convince said man to love and notice me, then surely my father will notice and love me too.
We've all been there: You come up for air during a heavy makeout session and feel a distinct burning sensation... on your face. Thanks to Loverboy's adoption of the rugged men of "Lost"'s unshaven aesthetic, you've got yourself a case of razor burn worse than when you first tried shaving your legs without water. Love hurts, yes, but it shouldn't be threaten to ruin all of the hard work of your Proactiv regimen. So what's a tactful but smitten woman to do when a dude's facial hair causes her pain? Advice expert Alanna Kalb, author of the upcoming book Stuff Every Woman Should Know, has this to say: "Much like wearing lumberjack plaid, beards make men feel masculine. And men like to feel masculine." In other words, it might be your skin at stake, but it could also be his manhood, so broach the subject with sensitivity.
In a former life filled with long lunches and spray tanning, I was a reality show casting director in Hollywood. I worked on some wildly popular prime-time hits as well as some pilots that never saw the light of day. I started my career at Blind Date, back when MySpace was still a place for friends and Facebook was a twinkle in Mark Zuckerberg's eye, and I'd often turn to this "new online world" to search for contestants. Dating tips gleaned from casting The Bachelor and other reality TV shows. I had just started dabbling in online dating myself and navigated the virtual waters with ease. I'd post clever ads on Craigslist and flirt with guys on Friendster, all in the name of casting the show. But try as I might, I couldn't always rely on the Internet to find willing male participants—I actually had to go out and meet men. In real life. I was very shy. I'd sweat in the weirdest places when my nerves would kick in. So whether on the clock or not, I would always say I was "casting a show" when I'd approach good-looking men. That way, I'd never feel jilted if they declined my advances. But casting the shows taught me how to build my self-confidence and, frankly, helped me meet a lot of guys. Even an '80s teen icon. Sadly, most guys I encountered were of the typical vapid L.A. fare, leaving me to kiss a lot of bottom-feeding mouth breathers before I actually met a nice, normal, gainfully employed gent (a qualification both for myself and most of the shows I worked on). And this got me thinking—what else did casting reality dating shows teach me about life and love?