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Fashion choices that leave men baffled.
Fashionistas everywhere have been up in arms because of the Lindsay Lohan-induced trend of wearing leggings as pants. But slowly, we (and they) have succumbed, and leggings have become such an integral part of the fashion culture that a new vocabulary has developed.
Enter "jeggings."
What are they? Jean leggings, and this Love Buzzer has a pair in her dresser drawer. Unfortunately, her husband isn't as enamored of this new look, and his bafflement is fair enough. Fashion trends like this have been cropping up for decades, leading women everywhere to plunk down big bucks on items of apparel that … Read More
Is he gay, or just really into women's fashion? Here's how to tell.
When you're really attracted to a man, it can be hard to tell if he's attracted to you—especially if he doesn't know if he's gay. Even a sexpert like myself has been blindsided by a boyfriend's (or two) sexuality. But just like cheaters, there are some tell-tale signs if he's homosexual. So, look out for the red flags that show he should be waving a rainbow one…
1. Fire Starter: You always make the first move.
2. Action Figure: The only women whose hotness he comments on look like Barbie dolls. It’s just too convenient to say you’re … Read More
What happens when your boyfriend is gay, and you're part of his in-the-closet plan?
Mike and I met our sophomore year in college. We quickly became friends and stayed within a tight social circle for the remainder of undergrad years. I think I always had a crush on him, but he was dating someone, then I was. We never made the connection but he was always a constant in my life.
As we wrapped senior year on the East Coast and I tried to figure out next steps, I was definitely influenced by his decision to attend grad school in California. He and our buddy Ryan were off to medical school—but I didn’t … Read More
One woman's dating history is mapped in her closet.
This is a story about a dysfunctional relationship. It was between me and my bedroom closet, and I know you know what I'm talking about.
The closet was full and I was empty. Every time I opened the door, I encountered someone I no longer cared about, an outgrown, repetitive personality. Like most of us, I had the requisite work stuff in there, which fell into the category of more (summer wool suit) or less (brocade sheath) mandatory and was therefore defensible in some way. But the play clothes, the rows and piles of stuff that I relied on to reflect … Read More