I’ve been thinking about compromises a lot lately. I understand that a number of people in my life believe me to be uncompromising—which is lovely and I am awed that people think that of me. But a) I’m a human being and b) I’m a practicing feminist, so I actually compromise like woah. However, for a long time I didn’t use the word compromise; I thought of my concessions as failure on my part—being too vain, too indulgent, only committed when convenient, and so on. Read more...
Dating is a difficult and often awkward situation that we insist on throwing ourselves into time and again until it gets so bad that we will marry anyone to get out of it, isn’t it? I recently went on a date with a man. The date went from going well, to not going well, to going well again, and finally ended well… I think. There was a kiss at the end of the date, that’s good, right? And a request for a second date (surely, that’s good). Then two days later a two line email (not so good) saying I’ll call you when I am coming to town again (ummm). Fine? Then nothing (not good). For two weeks (bad). Then a text message (boooo), saying that things have been very busy and he will email soon (weak). Then the email comes (whatever), Read more...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Last week, a friend and I ventured to the Rockin’ Rodeo. We wanted a girls’ night to drink and dance, and it was student night at the Rodeo (meaning that as university grads, we were cougars) so off we went. At the bar, we sat down and not a minute later were pounced upon. Yes, pounced.
I’m always surprised when I get checked out at meat-market type bars. It’s not that I have such low self-esteem that I think myself undesirable even to the most thickly beer-goggled. I just think that what I’ve got going on for hotness has no currency in that setting. Read more...
Friday, September 11, 2009
Writing about the difference between women and men may not be the best inaugural article for A Boston Marriage—but we’re doing it.
We recently heard a story that left us wide-eyed and speechless (not an easy feat), and offered us such insight into men’s reality that it seems a shame—nay, a crime!—not to share it.
Here’s the situation: out to dinner with two male friends, a female friend of ours had the opportunity to take part in a conversation where one male, we’ll call him Justin, complained that he had recently received a “half blow job.” The other male winced, but the female asked for clarification. Justin explained that his partner performed oral sex, but as he neared climax, she gave up. Read more...
Friday, September 11, 2009
I tried eHarmony a few months ago. Not so much to find my life partner, but to get my 29 point personality profile. You’re now thinking that I was lying to myself by saying that I’m not trying to find my partner on eHarmony, I mean, the commercials are certainly compelling. Maybe I do want to attack a 6 foot canvas with the love of my life, with drywall dust all over us. Perhaps I long for that geeky Chemist with the heart of an artist. Oh Tanyalee, your love is just that little bit too… perfect? No, scripted. Read more...