His name was Javier and I met him when I worked at the bookstore in college. He was super hot, but that's because all he cared about in the world was his body. Good for him! Good for him. But between working out and moisturizing and hair care and trimming and and and, there was...not much left. But super hot and…

so down to laugh at virtually anyone

I remember asking a guy I was dating once "What job would you have if you didn't work at your current job? What would your other dream career be?" because he worked as a sports reporter and I hate sports so I was hoping that maybe I could find out he has some other interest and I'd have a reason to date him beyond…

That was actually my first thought too, that I wanted to try it with my boyfriend! We already are in love, but it seems like a nice way to build intimacy.

I saw him at the 8 mile premiere. There was an entire VIP area where Snoop and all the really famous people were and he was out with us plebes in the "regular" bar just waiting in line. There is not much more to say about him besides panty dropper. That's how hot and charming he was in person.

That is always my first thought when I read articles like these. I feel like most of those people that call in wanting to adopt the "15 minutes of fame dog" when told "Oh, you can't have him, but we have 19 other dogs you can come adopt" never come and look at those dogs and it makes me so sad. Just because the dog…

At this point my dick is fully retreated into my stomach and my nuts were following close behind.

But what about the kicks, the baby rolls, hiccups, moving belly due to movements... In some cases even putting feet or hands right against the skin and being able to see it from the outside.

I didn't miss a period. I had my normal, excessive amount of periods (at least every 2 weeks, for over a week each time, often more frequently) the entire pregnancy. And I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat, and I wore a skintight, cherry red dress when I was apparently about 7 months pregnant - and no one knew, not…

I could understand this happening. I'm obese which in itself can cause irregular periods (I have about 4-6 a year) so if I was sexually active at the moment I might think not much of it.

The woman in this story was on birth control and said her periods were fairly regular; she attributed the swelling in her feet and back pain to the fact that she was working 60 hour weeks through the holidays as a caterer.

I'm the same way. I'm on the pill and watch for that bleeding like a hawk. I've paranoid-ly taken pregnancy tests when the bleeding was a little later or a little lighter than usual. I wonder if it's also a factor of how often you're having sex—because I'm in a relationship, I WILL get pregnant if I'm not careful, and…

I missed my period for two months in law school and had a complete meltdown in month two, because I was convinced I was pregnant and could. Not. Deal. Negative pregnancy test, my lord, I was so relieved.

I've read that 20% of women have irregular periods and there's not much that can be done except going on the pill. I'm part of that 20%, so occasional 1-3 months period free are not uncommon. Some women or can be even longer, without any major health impact. Nature is weird.

Back when my PCOS was super bad I'd get a period once every 6-8 months, sometimes more. So I can see how you wouldn't think much of it... and if you have a big belly (I've looked 5 months pregnant before) to start with, then yeah, maybe it can happen.

This is totally true. Related to your comment, though not the story, I fell on ice while jogging Monday and was outside, alone, with no phone, in horrific pain. I shouted for help and a guy in a Comcast van down the street came running, the lady who owned the house I was next to came out and brought me a chair and a…

Finally, some good news. Not too many people like this guy anymore. Or maybe all the bad shit just piles up. God knows we've had enough crap from people like George Zimmerman.

Childhood is insisting you are too grown up for a nap. Adulthood is wishing desperately that you could squeeze in a nap.

My wife and I are trying to have a baby. I'll be carrying the little gremlin (we're lesbians YAY) and she is planning on breastfeeding (with me). There are some hippie herbs you can take to make the boob juice happen, apparently. Anyway, she tells me the other night that not only does she think I should eat the…