At 45 years old, I'm not willing to wait around to be chosen by a man. I remember years ago sitting by the phone, hoping he'd call. Or even worse, crying my eyes out because he hadn't called, and I thought for sure he was the one.
Although it's debatable whether we can measure someone's sexual aptitude by where they're from, it's a playful look at who's hooking up in the hostel laundry room.
Unlike Lauren Conrad, who likes to keep certain things private, many celebrities have been much more candid with their responses. In honor of Valentine's Day, we thought we'd share a few of our favorites.
Instead of the shopping mood, let's talk about getting in a different kind of mood. You know what I'm talking about. Saving the planet. Okay, and sex. You can do both. Here are five reasons why condoms should be the new chocolate.
Answer these two questions: Are there single people in your life that you find attractive? YES. Have you asked them all on dates? NO. And why haven't you asked these single people on dates? You hate rejection.
I'm not a believer in pragmatism and convention in love, though. I'll take my chances, foolish as they may be, because what I know now that I'm in my 50s is what I've always known deep inside.
Right before I booked my GAdventures Volcano Trail tour through Central America, I had a conversation with one of my close friends, Nicole. After I sh...
I realize online dating wasn't the genesis of this myopic conception of love, but it has reinforced it to a tremendous degree. Here are the chief problems caused by encouraging us to find "the one" or our "soulmate."
Why do you love somebody? Why do you feel romantic? Well that's a big question that Helen Fisher and I attack on The Anatomy of Love website.
Women's rights? What are those? Do women even deserve rights because, I mean, they always just need a man to decide, right? Ha! But with the recent wave of laws being suggested that would limit tons of women's contraceptive rights, it seems that there are a lot of white men who feel this way.
I prefer the spontaneity of life. Using this app just made everything seem very forced, borderline desperate. When it comes to romance, I prefer leaving things to fate.
This month we celebrate -- in a Hallmark-driven holiday -- romantic love. With pink and red hearts everywhere and ubiquitous ads for flowers and rom...
The 14th of February. Who's cringing? Hopeful? Excited? Indifferent? Perhaps you have become a full-on cynic toward the whole thing at this point, done with the overpriced flowers and boring prix fixe menus, not impressed by creative alternatives?
What is hard is when you come home from seeing them off. When you come into your room that still smells like them, and you see little shadows of where they've been in your house, like the way they placed a certain object before they left, or the towel they'd been using after they showered.
If you've spent more time looking at Grindr than your date's face, how do you know you don't like him? You have to give these things time to fail in the old-fashioned way, in which you later obsess about him while binge eating ice cream and watching New Girl, waiting by the phone for a call that doesn't come.
I just moved into a new place, and amongst my boxes and boxes from storage, I came across a light blue satin bag, kept perfectly sealed at the top with a little white ribbon. I didn't remember this bag. So, I opened it.