Aaaand, he just called because I hadn't texted yet. I didn't answer because I'm still an asshole.

I thought the first one was sweet as well. I like that he sees it as his problem as much as mine. It's the request for verification that's bothering me.

Right? The first one was fine and I appreciate the shared sense of responsibility. But the second one was not necessary and a little insulting.

This morning I was doing the do with the new man when the condom broke. It wouldn't have been a big deal (I'm on the pill, he noticed right away) but I started making pregnancy jokes because I'm an asshole. So he got all caught up in it and I offered to take Plan B if it would make him feel better. He just texted…

I don't mind the weird. Not at all. It's some other things (like drugs and drinking) that give me pause. I mean, I don't have high hopes but what's the worst that could happen if I told him that I'm not cool with it? If I don't say anything, we're not gonna last anyway.

See, I agree completely. But it seems like my choices are limited to either calling it off because I can see what's coming (even if just metaphorically while I keep hanging out and having fun with him but not getting invested) or at least attempting to talk about it and hoping that maybe the outcome is something…

See, my worry is that it's going the other way - "I don't invest in people easily but you're on the list." So how do I say, "I could be into you too but there are these things that would need to be different for that to happen"? I don't want to get to the point where he feels like I saw this coming and didn't say…

Hey ladies and germs, I think I need some advice. I met a great guy and spent the past 24 hours with him. We had a great time and sort of has sex this morning (another story, not part of this question). The thing is, he's kind of a weird guy - quirky isn't the word - and I don't mind that at all. But there are a…

My mom once let it slip that she had me because she wasn't allowed to have a monkey.

Yous guys! I have been on one million dates and nothing so far. No thing. On Wednesday I met a friend-of-a-friend for dinner just because. Then we went for drinks and ended up talking life and love and relationships. He walked me home and now we're making plans for tomorrow.

I love 30 Rock so I might go for Parks and Rec. - I hear such great things.

Oh, Mys So-Called Life. What an amazing show that was.

I'll check out MI-5, thanks! Sad times = nothing about people being far away/jail/bad choices/separations... so probably not Army Wives.

Anyone have Netflix streaming recommendations for TV shows? I like to watch on my phone as I'm falling asleep (it's a terrible habit but I've had lots of sad times lately and it makes it so much easier to fall asleep). I just finished The Tudors and enjoyed that.

A friend of mine used to use "my daddy" when she was talking back to her mom - who was married to said dad. As in "you can't spank me because my daddy won't let you!"

I wonder if the soiling was a consequence of the stress of the pat down? Maybe the undergarments are used just-in-case but this woman had an unanticipated physical reaction to the encounter?

I don't think that fits are a stage, I think they're a strategy. He's testing boundaries and she needs to lay down the law. Tantrum in the market? Pack him up and go home. Meltdown at the dinner table? Straight to bed. There must be a consequence and they must be consistent. Don't ever threaten anything you…

I've been there - it's hard to say no in the moment, especially when it seems that someone else is really putting themselves out there. I think that at your next exchange you can give him a short and sweet "I just don't feel the connection that I'm looking for but I wish you the best." Honestly, I'd rather be…

I like make-up and I think it's fun. I'm also lucky that I grew up in a place where we weren't expected to wear much so I'm comfortable with the way that my face looks without it. But "lying manipulators"? Yikes. I mean, this is what I look like with makeup on. And clothes. And brushed hair.

This is my PMS weekend. So far I've made my way through an entire triangle of brie, a loaf of french bread, two avocados, a pound and a half of berries, half a box of tabasco cheeze-its, three pear ciders and probably 42 red vines. And I'm still hungry!