A new study shows nearly half of women wish they could redo a relationship.
The one that got away. That missed connection. The almost-love match... If you've ever experienced romantic regret, you have a whole lot of company. Researchers at the Northwestern University and the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign recently surveyed 370 American adults, ages 19 to 103, about their biggest regrets in life. What did the participants most wish for? A love do-over.
If you can’t stop thinking about him, can’t stop wishing you could have that second chance, and can’t stop thinking about ‘what could have been,’ you need to take charge of those thoughts.
How do you go about showing interest in a guy your friend is also attracted too? Who makes the first move on the guy? This article gives you the rules on what you should do if you find yourself in this situation.
Why do bad dates and relationships have to become life lessons? I'd rather just forget them.
Really, the biggest fallacy of dating is the idea that every single date or relationship better prepares you for this mythical Soul Mate. A jerk who dumps you for your best friend, or someone who lies to you, or a man who hits you — they are all supposed to teach you some big, valuable lesson. It's a very can-do, optimistic, American idea. "Make lemonade out of lemons!" "Find the silver lining!" If you don't find the silver lining, you're not trying hard enough.
Sites like DearOldLove.com reveal how the Internet can help you cope with a breakup.
Recently, we happened upon a charming little website called DearOldLove.com. The concept is very simple: Much in the way that PostSecret publishes postcards with people's deepest secrets written on them, DearOldLove posts small, poignant notes from people who have one last thing to say to that old lover. Under the guise of anonymity, it's surprising how much that's left unsaid finds itself out in the open for all to read.
So, the prophecy has come to pass. Frank now hates our new apartment. If you’ll recall, we were unceremoniously booted from our last place a few months ago and lucked into a great new apartment. An apartment that, at the time, Frank agreed was in many ways superior to the place we were leaving. It’s bigger, it’s a better neighborhood for us, it’s not on the ground floor, etc.
But I knew—I just knew—that after he got settled in, he’d find a way to hate this place, because that is what he always does. Okay, to be fair, we’ve only lived in this place and the old place, but still. What always happens is that he gets all excited about an apartment, then as he lives there, he starts to see little flaws. Of course this apartment has flaws. Every apartment has flaws.
