The Avenue | Sex
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.
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.
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.
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.