annoying habit
We love men, but we don't adore all their habits.
Guys, we love you. You make our hearts swoon, you're the fathers of our children, you are advisers, companions and friends, but there are certain gender-specific things you do that drive women nuts. For example, leaving the toilet seat up? We know this is a clichéd male complaint, but seriously. It's rude. Your momma raised you wrong if you find it hard to flush and lower before leaving the bathroom.
With sweet smiles on our faces and love in our hearts, we present a list of habits, fashion decisions and other things you do that the world would (most likely) be … Read More
Being in love is not a crime but please don't use your pet names in public.
Big effing deal, you have a boyfriend. The rest of the world really doesn't need to know how much you love each other, how much it hurts to wait five minutes between tonsil-hockey sessions, or… well, how much you've got him whipped. Sure, I've been in love before, but in a watch-the-sunrise-over-bong-rips kinda way, not a need-to-keep-my-hand-on-your-ass-to-claim-my-territory kinda way. Here are some of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to coupling up.
1. Making out in totally non-romantic places.
If I see the two of you pawing each other at the Trevi Fountain in Italy, I'll forgive you. Now THAT … Read More
Loveyoubut.com pays tribute to the trivial annoyances that can ruin relationships.
While we like to think ourselves nobler than to break up with someone because of a habit such as excessive ketchup use, many a relationship's demise has begun with annoying minutiae and ended with the phrase: "I love you, but..."
Alex Holder and Ross Neil started dating three years ago and made an effort to be honest with each other about the little quirks that can quickly drive a partner mad. The couple, both creatives at a London ad agency, recently launched Loveyoubut, a website featuring possible endings to the "I love you, but..." declaration. Ross … Read More
Nagging can only go so far; ending bad habits takes compassion.
I'm seething. My husband, Jon, has snuck outside to smoke. Again. The smell is wafting in through the bedroom window. He's quit a few times, but he always starts up again—just, it seems to me, when abstaining should be getting easier. His backslides strike in the most insidious of ways: A late-night trip to the store for some pizza rolls ends with him walking in ten minutes later, pack of cigarettes in hand, looking dazed. I barely even remember buying these. But now that I have 'em, I'm sure as hell gonna smoke 'em. Or he has a stressful day, … Read More