When my boyfriend is quiet, my first instinct is to ask, "what's wrong?" I guess that's the 'mother-side' of me trying to make him and the situation better. I hate to see him hurting, sad, angry or upset, so I try to do everything in my power to help him.
Benjamin Franklin argued that we should employ accounting techniques to select the right romantic counterparts. Jonathan William, apparently a romantic, responded by saying, before taking a wife, a man "must fall in love... and that seems to be as involuntary an act as falling into a well.
Just because a romantic relationship expires doesn't mean a new connection can't eventually evolve. Becoming friends with an ex can be complex, but not impossible.
An acquaintance once told me that exes who remain in communication with each other are either f*cking or fighting, and while it does seem to be true in many cases, I think there's a third way.
I wouldn't change my boyfriend's odd and strange habits for the world. He's a bit off his rocker at times when he makes strange noises and licks my face, but hey, I wouldn't have it any other way. Dating a guy who isn't afraid to be a little weird is quite wonderful because it shows he's not afraid to show his true self.
When two people fall in love, anything seems possible. You might quickly begin to think about spending the rest of your life with that person, and even fantasize about how wonderful it could be. That is what love does -- it makes everything look wonderful.
My friend Betty is a born flirt. She is playful, attentive, frothy and light and men trip all over themselves to help pull out her chair, fetch her a drink, open her door.
Most of them would have supported the idea if I was just the male best friend. But the college ex-boyfriend best friend? No way. I started to think that being Man of Honor was like winning the worst kind of second place.
I miss Joel. I love Antonio. My friends feel the same way. Sometimes it's complicated. Other times, it's simple. Tears keep falling - on a hike, a phone call, even at a party. But I smile and laugh a lot, too. Life is so strange.
Katharine McPhee's divorce from ex-husband Nick Cokas may have been messy, but the two seem friendlier than ever. They were spotted getting breakfast together last week, and Nick even caressed her face during the meal.
By joining a beginner class, and challenging myself, I've spun around what used to be a bone of contention, into something that has humbled me, and shown me, just how hard it is to run in the sand, while picking my bathing suit bottom out of my crack.
My single friends recently shared what red flags they wish they had seen through their rose-colored relationship glasses. I set down my glass of wine long enough to take notes before the wisdom floated right out of our foggy memories.
I'm not suggesting we start an initiative to ensure that every American woman and young girl be able to write down a list of heroes. My greater concern is how a lack of aspirational figures plays out in decisions and career choices.
You need a healthy fear of marriage like you need a healthy fear of the ocean," a friend poignantly remarked the other day.
Things will be a bit shaky and unclear, but what's important to remember is that you're not signing any binding contract that demands you to read the fine print before sealing the deal. Yes, there are gray areas in every new relationship, but that doesn't mean it's not worth while!
She notices Antonio, asks me, "Oh, is that your husband?" An innocent enough question. I say, "No, he's my boyfriend." The word so clumsy in my mouth. How can I have a boyfriend when I still feel like someone's wife?