Women are good at flirty text messages but they might prefer a love letter in return.
According to a new study, single ladies are better texters. Researchers at the Indiana University analyzed flirty text messages sent between singletons at a screening of the Italian version of TRL and found that the women's messages were more creative. But once you're in a relationship, text messages might not be the way to go, no matter how good they are. A recent survey reveals that 70 percent of women and 53 percent of men would rather receive a love letter than an electronic message d'amour.
After a breakup, the ties to a former lover's family are hard to break.
Last night I had a drink (okay, we had three) with my ex-fiance’s mother—she had called me previous to her coming into town and has asked if I wanted to meet up. When I told a few friends that I was planning on meeting her for drinks, a couple thought I was a little nutty. One friend said, “I would advise against that. People lose things that mean a lot to them when break ups happen, but moving on does not mean keeping the ex’s mother in your life.” When I explained that she was much more to me than my ex’s mother, and that the relationship we hoped to maintain was about friendship, and one that had nothing to do with HIM, he softened. Still, though I was 99% excited to see her, a small part of me was nervous—would we end up talking about my ex? What if I was to find something out that would hurt me? Would hurt to see her and be reminded that she could ONLY be my friend and not my mother-in-law?
Some fantasies are not universal, the Obama's unusual sexual practice and first-date sex news.
The morning quickie: the perfect way to start your day. Read on for three interesting love and sex tidbits. Some fantasies are NOT universal, the Obama's unusual sexual practice and first-date sex news.
Newlywed bride finds the sunny side of a foul weather honeymoon.
It all began right after our tour of Peter Island in the British Virgin Islands: gray skies, drizzle, word of a "tropical storm warning," and then the news that we'd be in the path of a possible category three hurricane. That meant the various activities included in our honeymoon package—the drive to the top of the island to watch the sunset, the excursion to the Virgin Gorda to go snorkeling, the trip to the private beach—were promptly nixed.
"It's fine," said Steve, as I started to whine. "I'd rather be here in the middle of a hurricane than anywhere else. At least we're together."
Whatever. Nice words, but they weren't clearing the skies—or getting us a refund. I'm usually a real Girl Scout about stuff like this, able to buck up in the direst of circumstances, but my honeymoon was my turf, and it was being peed on by God.
Want to change your man in 2009? Some resolutions are likely to disappoint.
Do you know anyone who keeps their New Year’s resolutions? Or even remembers them after January 15? I sure don’t. Most of us vow to lose weight, quit drinking, or cut up those credit cards. But some of us make relationship-related resolutions, and that’s what we’re here to talk about. After the jump are four resolutions. One of the four is valid; the other three are less so. Let’s see if you can tell which is which.
No-strings-attached relationships: are they inevitably a bad idea?
As liberated 21st-century women, why shouldn't we engage in the same no-strings-attached behavior men historically have enjoyed? For Whitehill, she learned early on that the only thing she and her "This American Life" host, Ira Glass-lookalike had in common was sex. Without a steady boyfriend, she thought she could pull off the flings and go about her business as usual. But, as is often the case, carefree turns to caring... and analyzing... and anxiety, and ultimately we're left wondering after where all those stress-free "benefits" went. Whitehill aptly describes what we'll call "the end of the affair" symptoms:
Rachel Kramer Bussel dissects why and how unprotected sex happens.
2006 was a year of unprotected sex for me. No, not every time, but I started off the year with a fling with a slightly older man I was besotted with, who didn’t speak a word about condoms, and, in response, I didn’t either. I wanted to trust that he had some magical knowledge that somehow I was missing, that maybe the world had overturned itself and they were no longer necessary. I was wrong, and after a pregnancy panic as I searched for Plan B—this was right before it was so readily available—I escaped unscathed. Then later that year I met a guy I fell absolutely head over heels with, sure that we were destined to be together.
Rachel Kramer Bussel wonders if her boyfriend is "The One."
Right now, I'm in the most serious relationship I've ever been in; as in, even though I live in New York and he lives in San Francisco, we've talked about where and when we could live together—and how soon. He's met my uncle; I've gone to his family's cabin, and I'm joining them for Thanksgiving. His mom sends me emails, and my grandmother sends me clippings urging him to stop smoking. We talk almost every night and end most calls with "I love you." Does this make him the one? Rachel Kramer Bussel explores.