Relationship tips for a summer away from campus
Like every semester over the last couple of years, I have many friends graduating this term.
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Like every semester over the last couple of years, I have many friends graduating this term.
One of the luxuries of writing this column for some time is that I can go back and read my earlier columns and shake my head in shame.
I woke up last week in a feverish sweat that had nothing to do with a possible flu.
Spring is officially upon us: the birds and bees are buzzing and boinking, my dog is howling at the moon and most of you probably ended your winter sex slump on Spring Break.
The news media had a field day this past week: New York Gov. Elliot Spitzer was discovered to have spent more than $80,000 on prostitutes.
My previous Spring Breaks have been pretty typical.
I came to this job under the basic assumption that most of us are having sex.
I really thought I was up to date on my sex and relationship schematics.
Whatever your opinion is of Valentine's Day, everyone can agree that men and women view the holiday differently.
Lately, I've been thinking: do sex and romance ever co-exist?
In the beginning of fall semester, I told freshmen it is acceptable to do something sexual with another person when slightly inebriated.
Over drinks the other day, my girlfriend said something puzzling: "I like to sleep with my friends because I know them, but why do they always end up falling for me when I specifically tell them this isn't anything more than sex?"
Every year it seems like there's more pressure to buy my loved - and sometimes not-so-loved - ones awesome, creative, flawlessly wrapped gifts. Yet even though Black Friday came and went, I have not one giveable gift.
There is nothing that defines relationships and sex for this generation more than Facebook.
You know what I hate? When people (or more often, movie characters) say, "You just know," when referring to significant others. I even had an older relative once tell me that they just knew "like you know about a good melon." But even that bewilders me - many a time I have cut open a not yet ripe cantaloupe.
Hate to break the news to you, but better sex is not going to happen just because it's harder, faster or longer (though I'll admit, those don't hurt).
I have only a few rules when it comes to sex and relationships. But the one that I view as my golden rule, that I treasure and adhere to religiously, that is my number one tip for both men and women having lackluster sex, is this: Never fake an orgasm.
There comes a time in every woman's life when she needs to make a seminal decision: full-on bush, landing strip or bare?
Filming recently began on a big-screen adaptation to the wildly successful HBO sitcom "Sex and the City." And because I own all seven DVDs, watch the Season Two finale religiously after a breakup and use Samantha quotes as pickup lines, it pains me to admit this, but I think the fairy tale is over.
My boy has a consistent bedtime routine: He brushes his teeth, sets his alarm and logs on to ESPN.com to check his fantasy baseball ranking and the homepage of his beloved Astros. I quickly learned I could tease him about his OCD-esque nightly redundancy, but I could never slight his Houston heroes.