A few weeks ago I stumbled across this totally by accident. But the more I read about the subject, the more interested I became in it. It has been an eye opening experience, so much so that I am starting to feel like I finally found something that makes sense to me.
PLAYING THE FIELD
When I was looking for love, I often dated up to three guys simultaneously. I wasn't trying to hit some number in the Guinness Book of World Records. Rather, my goal was simple: to find a guy I could date more than three times, hoping this would lead to a relationship.
"If it were a snake, it would 'a bit ya!" That's what Ethel Mertz always said to her husband Fred (Lucy Ricardo's neighbors in I Love Lucy) when he'd wander around looking for his glasses – which were always on top of his (bald) head. Do you remember that?
Do you think that playing hard to get will create the kind of romantic tension with your man that will make him crazy about you? Well, it probably will work– with most men and for a short while. The problem is that it won’t work in the long run with mature men who know that quality women are REAL people.
Before you tried online dating, you were always pretty much the monogamous type. Now that you're swimming in a sea of potential suitors, you're considering dating more than one fish at a time. Not so fast, Casanova! Before you start breaking hearts, consider these pros and cons of dating around.
Last November after my second break up in five years, I made the grave mistake of attempting to jump right back into the dating market. Old habits die hard; I have been perpetually in relationships since the age of 16, and I am now 27. That's a long timeframe of codependency, embarassing to admit, but I've grown from the acknowledgement of my mistake. Once I was burned and ditched for his high school flame, I allowed myself to spend a weekend in a self pity party so depressing that I was close to pulling a Joseph Gordon-Levitt in 500 Days of Summe
I met Philip while out recruiting contestants for Blind Date. Once he told me he went to Vassar, I knew he'd never do the show. Instead, I kept him for myself. I looked extra cute and Philip seemed really into me. It was perfect. Well, almost. That morning, I had accidentally eaten some bad pineapple. Having never dealt with bad fruit toots, I didn't know what to expect from my Hawaiian friend. Looking at me you'd have never guessed the turmoil I was experiencing, but internally it was a dating disaster in the making.
At first it might have been charming: he orders for you on dates, wards off creepy guys at the bar, wants to protect you. What girl doesn't like being taken care of? But there's a thin line between wanting what's best for you and deciding what's best for you. Here are 5 signs the man you're dating is a control freak.
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?
As is the plight of many a single woman with friends who have settled down, Cecilia has been getting plenty of unsolicited advice about how she can meet Mr. Right. One of the most common pieces of advice? "Put yourself out there!" Cecilia and I share a mutual loathing for this particular phrase.