If a 24/7 relationship is too much, consider this
By CEDRIC HARRIS | Oct. 17, 2007Ah, the eight-to-eight. It's a date, a guaranteed hook-up and a secret friend all rolled into one.
Ah, the eight-to-eight. It's a date, a guaranteed hook-up and a secret friend all rolled into one.
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.
In the past, I have abstained from further comments on my articles. I think most speak for themselves. However, I couldn't resist defending my Sept. 19 column, "Are hookups the modern 'free love' revolution?"
Most nights I go out, I need a DCB.
Everywhere I turn it seems someone (usually someone older than 30) is bashing the so-called "hookup culture." And yet I know only a handful of people who don't somehow engage in it.
Originally, I had an entirely different column written and submitted to my editor. It was about trusting your gut when it comes to the dating realm.
Lately I've been studying my coupled-up friends, trying to dissect what exactly makes a relationship work. The cynic in me keeps coming back to the same question: What are these people giving up?
Trying to affix shelves to the crumbly plaster walls of my new apartment was no easy task. I thought I had the shelf above my desk installed just fine and had begun to stack my books when it crashed down right on top of my 15-inch MacBook Pro.