I love my bf more than anything in this world. He is my first relationship and we have been together for 1.5yrs. we just know that we are meant to be together. I have been...
Despite my best intentions, my marriage isn’t new or hip or trendy. I cook and clean. He does the lawn and the taxes. I sew curtains and decorate. He watches the budget and fixes the garbage disposal. It’s not that way because I am trying to reverse the women’s movement, it’s just that our marriage works better that way. I am a better cook. He’s a whiz at taxes. I really enjoy a nicely swiffered floor. He loves multiple trips to Home Depot. Call it genetics. Call it culture. It’s who we are.
On June 19, Swedish Crown Princess Victoria will marry Daniel Westling, a commoner and personal trainer turned, literally, into a prince. This marriage is a fairy tale that everyone I know—my very egalitarian wife included—has embraced. So why am I so turned off?
When the London-bred Ben Elman married his Connecticut-born wife on New Year's Eve in 2008, he was inundated with requests from her American friends, desperate to be set up with single, British men. Two years and one aha! moment later, Ben and his wife Becca created DateBritishGuys.com, a dating site geared toward American women looking to meet and date a British guy.
Now that Mel Gibson's relationship with Oksana Grigorieva has come to an ignominious end, the father of eight is trying to reconcile with his ex-wife, Robyn Gibson, mother of seven of those. And this comes just as a Polish pornographer says she's also slept with Mad Mel.
Three years ago, my wife and I fled what we had hoped would be the idealistic suburban life. The idyll, however, was far from what we had hoped for. Now, I'm on nine months of paid parental leave with our 15-month-old son. I wouldn't call our arrangement a role reversal, exactly. Rather, we're co-parenting.
Tiki Barber, last seen abandoning his eight-months-pregnant-with-twins wife of 11 years for a 23-year-old NBC intern, is now lowballing wife Ginny on support for her and their children. We weren't sure Tiki could behave much worse after the whole taking-his-mistress-to-the-Olympics thing, but, well, he has.
Mike was smart, interesting and nice ... too nice when we slept together for the first time. There had been no throwdown, no frantic disrobing, no moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors, no playfulness. Instead, there was soft music playing in the background, gentle kisses on my eyelids, careful caressing, uncomfortable, unwavering eye contact, and ... Oh, God, is he making love to me?
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.
The topic of dealbreakers just can’t seem to be broken these days so we might as well keep talking about it until we feel we’ve satisfactorily decoded what it all means. Since we’ve been conditioned to believe that there is “the one” out there for us we owe it to ourselves to evaluate each guy that comes into our lives with discriminating thought to see if he qualifies for this esteemed position. That’s just plain logical if you believe you deserve gold medal love – the question stirring about lately though is “Does that perfect guy really exist, or should I just settle for “Mr. Good Enough”?
He’s cheap, he checks out other women, his breath smells, he won’t go down on me, he takes longer than me to get ready, he answered the phone during a movie, he lied to the host and said he was a doctor to get a table, he’s too negative, he’s too positive…. And the list goes on and on and ON! No wonder singledom is lasting well into our 30s – our dealbreaker list is longer than a line to get into a Justin Bieber concert. Now, don’t get me wrong, as you know by now, I am a champion of choosy, but in the MD lab, I’ve been wondering if perhaps we are decoding our relationship red lights improperly. Could these dealbreakers be more than meets the eye?
Jimmy D. swore up and down that he was ready for a real, deep woman (and for once, he wasn't talking about her cleavage). After a near-death experience (he was beaten and lost…an eyelid?) he was ready to find real love. Mateo swore up and down that the most important thing to him was his woman's religion; he wanted to raise a Christian family. What did both guys do at the mixer? The exact opposite of what they said!
I'd argue that, for all of my wifely qualities (I can obsess over throw pillows with the best of them), I have an inner husband who tends to drive at least double the legal speed limit and leave socks on the floor, while my actual husband— tall, handsome, manly-guy that he is — has an inner wife who lives to make sure we both have clean underwear. ??Call us Wusband and Hife? ?? These labels, at least, allow for a little overlap: A division of labor based on what we're each best at, not just what's assigned us by virtue of chromosome.?? Of course, in some ways, we resemble happy "normal" newlyweds: I like to cook. For him. My husband, on the other hand, is very able to cook—but usually he'll start the pasta sauce along with a line of questioning like: Do I add water? Should I put it in the microwave? If I add garlic, do I chop it first? Most nights I wind up manning the pan, while he happily goes back to Guitar Hero.
So Shaun White freakin' killed it last night with his twists and turns. And, in the end, the Olympics beat out American Idol in ratings. But forget the Olympics. Just for a moment. We know what you really want to know about Canada: Is there love across the border? And, if so, what does it look like? We dove into the dating and mating habits of the exotic Canadian species (translation: talked to youngsters who've lived in British Columbia, Alberta, Ontario and Quebec) and dug up a few anthropological gems.
If there's one holiday that's become a worldwide hit, it's Valentine's Day. What can we say, love is a universal theme, but not everyone chooses to celebrate it with roses and boxes of chocolate. After doing a little research, we found plenty of traditions that we wish we could import into our own Valentine's Day practices. See, love—not Hallmark—really does make the world go 'round!