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Who's dateable? When a lady tries "The Game." And more robot sex.
Hey gang, here are the best things that the interwebs have to offer from the past few days in the love and relationships space. Don't thank me, I'm no hero, I'm just doing my job.
According to Reuters, a company is marketing left-handed underpants flies for guys. Ned Flanders is sure to be excited and plenty of HJ-loving right-handed women will be too.
Simone Grant quotes one of my all-time favorite dialogues from Seinfeld. It's about who is "dateable" and it's magnificent. On that note, I once calculated that there are about 5,000 … Read More
My husband may not be perfect but I'll take him over George Clooney any day.
He's twice been named the Sexiest Man Alive. He makes more money in memorizing ten lines than my husband makes all year. In another century, his ravishing good looks and muscular physique were undoubtedly the criteria that all Greek Gods set for themselves. Still he remains the boy next door that every woman in the world would love to call her very own. I'm talking about George Clooney—the Buttery Hotness himself.
Nevertheless, I turned him down, even though he never asked. I turned him down, straight as an arrow.
I turned him down for all of it, everything from the … Read More
A guide to maximum PDA.
Seventy percent of both women and men fantasize about it. Some are turned on by the risk of getting caught; others simply want the novelty of taking the bedroom show on the road. You may want a springtime romp in a field of flowers or a quickie in a bar bathroom, but in the end, sex in public—like real estate—is all about one thing: location location location.
"When I was 23 my boyfriend and I were at a concert at a small club," said Michelle*, 37. "I was wearing a babydoll dress and dancing in front of him, … Read More
Act out fantasies together because imagination enhances our sex lives.
After dismounting your partner's white stallion, Thundersnow, the two of you enjoy a candlelit meal of champagne and strawberries in the manicured organic garden next to the orphanage and motorcycle-repair shop he runs.
Your crystal flute empty, he immediately gives you a massage, until he's overcome by your beauty. His bulging triceps—though he's a wealthy philanthropist, he keeps in shape by working as a mailman, pool boy, and plumber—ripple as he tenderly, lovingly, emotionally rips off the size-two bodice you bought on sale.
And then, just when things are getting really good… your Tequiza-addled boyfriend accidentally falls off the futon.
That kind … Read More