nemeton
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Yeah, I know, I really should just talk to A. (B, who is in a verifiably open marriage, already knows about A. B would also not be a new lover - we were FWBs for about a year starting around five years ago, but haven't slept together since he got married and fell out of touch for a while.)

One additional recommendation re casual sex: be open to a variety of physical types. Of course it's important to feel an attraction, but if you go in with extremely specific expectations regarding your partner's race, height, build, etc. it is probably going to be harder to get laid. Particularly if you are on the

I had some takeout matzo ball soup from my favorite deli, followed by a Jeni's ice cream sandwich (oatmeal cream - vanilla bean ice cream sandwiched between oatmeal cookies). Excellent comfort food, and well worth the extra time I'll spend on the exercise bike tomorrow.

So this is probably going to sound like a ridiculous question, but I have been out of the game for a while and am not really sure what to do.

As someone who went through a two-year "slut" phase following the end of my marriage, I definitely recommend online dating/personal ads. I used Craigslist with great success actually, but these days Tinder might be more the thing. Prior to this phase (which started when I was in my early 30s) my "number" was in the

I absolutely second the recommendations to find a balance of hibernation and more active pursuits. I find I function best when I build in 1-2 downtime days a week (where I keep outside activities to a minimum, catch up on TV, take naps, putter around the house, etc., and even eat more comfort foods), then work out

I just had one of those hard-core work hard/play hard kind of weeks via a business trip to a party-oriented city (lots of intense work during the day, lots of high-end eating and drinking at night courtesy of my very cool boss). So my Friday night celebration consists of low-fat cheese, rice cakes and water, mostly

I have a couple of sad/horror Thanksgiving stories. First, the sad:

I deployed my secret weapon earlier this week by locking myself in a hotel room with the Hot Republican for nearly 24 hours of sex, whiskey, and...other things. This rendered me cheerful and mellow for the rest of the week, including dealing with several urgent work matters while I was supposed to be off for the

This is more a series of incidents than a singular breakup, but here goes:

This ad has to be a joke, right? Or is this Chicago "gentleman" seriously proposing that we always smile, graciously listen for and accept unsolicited compliments and advances, and dress for the male gaze? I can't even...

I was never a Cool Girl, mostly because I wasn't hot enough by conventional appearance standards. I was a huge geek/nerd but only because of my own genuine interest in video games and the like, and dated (and married) people who were equally geeky.

Thank you, world! I had thought that my problem was that I sometimes spoke to men and sent "mixed messages" before turning them down, thereby inciting verbal and sometimes physical violence. I now know that refusing to engage with someone is also a bad choice and that I should "be more careful."

Me too. Tremendous success. It's been quite a while since I've even browsed, but I had some crazy adventures (some one-time hookups, some ongoing arrangements). Even made a few long-term genuine friends.

(I don't think this will win, but hoping it might get me out of the greys finally?)

When I was growing up, my mother hammered home that only bad people liked/wanted sex (let alone had it) and that only really bad people touched themselves. As a result, I felt I had to marry the first person I had (consensual) sex with. We didn't wait until we were married, but I did end up feeling I was

Ohhhh, I can relate to this. I'm very heavy but also extremely active (and somewhat less heavy than when I was very sedentary). I'm definitely still in the "object of ridicule for being fat in public" zone, though. I try to ignore as best I can, but it still gets to me, especially when I am taking steps (thousands and

I think there is a difference between expressions of concern by people very close to the heavy person, and shaming by strangers, acquaintances, or others who really have no personal stake in the person's health. I was (and still am) an extremely heavy person. At my heaviest, my school-age children commented from time

Yikes. I'm a woman, but this sort of thing makes me want to go out and get a few more cats to go with the two I already have, crawl back to my she-crypt (my version of a man cave), and spend the rest of my life watching Gossip Girl reruns.

I'm not sure I'm fully dominant here, but he loves for me to be on top, holding down his wrists, and yes, there's cunnilingus-a-plenty. And we're the elusive "perfect fit," if you know what I mean. We've been doing this off and on for the past several years (just hooking up, not actually dating) and can't seem to quit