I met her at a social media meet-up and we clicked immediately. Her husband was also there -- across the room from us, hanging out with some cronies. They made frequent eye contact with each other. He winked. She smiled back. Their overt appeal apparent, I was captivated by their chemistry.
Condoms on the bar floor everywhere. An Irish tourist is blowing them up like balloons, while his mate makes armpit farts and I think of James Joyce and how he liked to talk dirty about his wife's gas leaks.
I received the following email from Adam, asking for my help: "Hi, my name is Adam (not his real name). I am living with my parents and I'm thinking ...
"Old age was the proper time to fall in love. It was the proper time to suffer romances and jealousy and lose your head...old age...when you felt things more and could spare the time to go dead nuts over a person and understand how fine a thing it was."
I just gave an interview to a magazine about what it is to be a 'Well F***** Woman.' I'm not sure I told them what they wanted to hear, but here I go.
Holy hell, the man clips coupons! It was at that point that the light went on; as though I had been seeing only in black and white for my entire life. Barbie must be some type of sexual savant. Her vagina must be magical.
Five years ago, I stumbled into a new way of life on the wave of a force so strong that it was impossible for me to ignore. I discovered a whole new pathway to my creative genius and energy -- while sexting.
The old English dude, his arms have badly drawn tattoos on them, sailor type things, fading anchors, he sinks deep in his Guinness, and yells out, "You wanker!" at no one in particular.
For those of us with less-than-great sex lives during our marriage, you can make over your sex life post-divorce.
I was raised to conform to a narrative of the good Christian life, and what I am discovering is that God is about busting the status quo of the narratives we have created. God wants us to write different scripts, explore off-beaten paths, and move upward and away from a prescribed life.
Drama and sex sell reality TV and I'm not having either. If I became the first African-American male featured as The Bachelor, it would be the weakest season ever (even worse than Juan Pablo's season).
There's a reason that self-help programs for sex and love addiction are some of the fastest growing in the country, and that in-patient recovery facilities are springing up all over.
While it is impossible to prevent stale moments from occurring, it is possible to strengthen the substance of a relationship in a way that minimizes their impact and diminishes their frequency to a significant degree.
At some point each convenient woman needs to simply jump into the land of being an inconvenient woman. She's the one that does not show up at Thanksgiving because she is riding her RV through the country, dancing tango in Spain, or embracing her midlife sex goddess in Tuscany.
There are plenty of reasons why being single rocks. You have time to invest in yourself and self-indulge. You have complete freedom. You don't have to worry about Christmas or birthday gifts. When you're single, be glad you're single.
This is my apology for being a rubbish daughter, friend, sister,wife. niece, aunty and colleague.