I’ve always loved a good relationship quiz. This one is better thought-out than your typical Cosmo quiz. It comes from a book that I picked up a few years ago. It’s a New York Times bestseller by Dr. Phil (Phillip C. McGraw) entitled “Relationship Rescue.” The quiz centres around the question “How well do you know your partner?” As Dr. Phil points out, “Changing the way you consider another person can result in profound changes in your behavior and reactions toward him or her. When you challenge your own fixed beliefs about your partner, and replace them with new and fresh knowledge, you can close the distance between you.”
“You’ve come a long way, baby” (or have you?) A hell of a lot has changed in the last fifty years, but surprisingly, we are hanging onto a lot of our grandmothers’ dating habits! I have compiled a list of five dating behaviours that you need to stop doing, stat. We are all guilty of doing some of these, but it’s never to late to change your ways! So, what shouldn’t you do, you ask? Well, for starters:
1. Don’t put yourself second.
This one is huge. A real man will love you as an equal. There’s no reason to put him first all of the time. Besides, a real man would feel uncomfortable with it. You and your partner should stand side by side facing the world as equals. If he is worth your time, he will feel much more comfortable when you know how to express your needs and if you stand up for yourself. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who Continue reading “Don’t do these five things if you want him to respect you”
In July 1999, I was invited to a costume party. The theme was “lounge,” so my date and I dressed accordingly. We went to a thrift shop and bought hilarious outfits befitting the occasion. He was a younger Hugh Heffner, and I was some-kind-of-fabulous in black velvet, satin gloves and a feather boa. My date was in the “friend zone,” but he didn’t know it at the time. He made me laugh more than anyone, and I absolutely loved being around him. He was my BFF, but he wanted more. I was 24 years old that summer.
Over the course of maybe two hours, my BFF got me drunker than I have ever been in my life. He accomplished that by continually refilling my glass before I had time to finish my drinks, thus making it impossible to gauge how much I had had. Before long, I was feeling nauseous and had to step outside for some fresh air (or risk bathing the shag carpets in repurposed orange-flavoured California Cooler.) Another boy at the party offered to Continue reading “My Vanilla Rape”