We are struggling. We are taught that life can be understood, secure and predictable if we have the right education, right employment, right financial...
While we were "just friends," I'd seen names of girls flash on the screen and he'd turn his phone over the same way I would when one of my texting guys would pop up on my screen. I knew there were some girls out there still hoping... still flirting and texting.
The Internet offers an array of opportunities to connect. It is, effectively, one of the most critical infrastructures of our day. And yet, we still find it appropriate to create artificial barriers to its use. The benefits of the Internet are so profound that we ought not create limitations for its effective and productive use.
Practicing and honing sexual skills is essential for keeping the chemistry beyond the hot initial dating stages. A simple interrogation about "what is an orgasm?" and "how can orgasm be prolonged?" is a practical start towards transforming a stagnant relationship blueprint.
While technological advances, such as online dating, are responsible for creating many relationships, technology does not necessarily impact all relationships positively.
When we see an impossible task, it's expected to back away into the realm of the possible, and live safely within the lines of our capability. But dreamers see the impossible and reach for it. It makes them more daring.
The talk today about young men wanting sex all the time and hating commitment, with womanly love as the enemy to the fun, strings-free life all young dudes desire, is usefully framed by the feedback of young men in the late 1940s.
Being disabled comes with some serious challenges. But we have the choice of allowing those challenges to keep us stuck at home or we can say hey, this makes me appreciate life so much more and I am going to LIVE IT!
As your mother, I know that it is SWUG (Senior Washed Up Girl) season once again. You and your friends are college seniors; you've seen and done it all. You're hanging around in sweats, drinking wine, watching season four of Mad Men, waiting to graduate.
Instead of worrying about being laughed at or worrying about disgusting others, I should have worried about loving my wife. Because it is not disgusting. It is not gross. Love is love.
I contemplated what exactly I'd say to women, how I would reach out now given my condition. Would I give recognition to it or let my bloodied and wired mouth speak for itself?
Whoa, you mean I don't have to find a husband? I don't have to stay in the career I was in while I was married? I am completely free to reinvent myself any way I want? That's awesome.
Our budding whatevership ended not with a bang but a whimper, á la T.S. Eliot. Of course one foiled date isn't the same as the world ending, but it sure would've been nice to have someone to hold hands with again.
Millennial women have professional opportunities and life choices not available to generations before. Yet the extraordinary women like Leah and Jenny that I see in my practice, engage in unhealthy and often damaging or abusive intimate relationships.
Her journey became full of unconventional, hit (and miss) and score, and rich life lessons that were indispensable to me, and although were not generated from her 9-5 job, were always easily transferred to mine.