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TW.

Calm yourself. I'm describing a DOG.

Needy is not being able to be in the same room with the person you love without having them pay attention to you constantly, preferably in the form of touch.

Seriously UK:

I'm seriously confused by the friend zone comments 1 & 3... I mean, not that they're here. It's pretty standard that there's some letter about sex buddies and how to treat the people we use for sex and what to expect in return. In fact I've been following it for a bit - mostly during the course of a relationship in

From the linked article:

How does one go about buying this title? Methinks this has little to do with which actors/celebs the editors actually find sexy and relevant. Because if we were choosing a sexy as f*ck and relevant celeb, you know what I'm going to say, your underwear has just removed itself in anticipation of what I'm going to say:

Dude's got enough issues for a subscription... but who'd buy?

Yeah, knowing nothing serious was in the offing certainly makes breakups easier but makes you feel all the sillier for whinging about it to your friends. So thanks for the virtual ear and sympathy y'all!

I'm so sorry about the breakup. That really sucks, even when you know it's for the best. I too just went through a breakup a few weeks ago, and I HATE the dating scene, so I've just been taking myself out and doing fun things by myself, like going out dancing or to film festivals or what-not. But still, it hurts when

THAT'S HEDLEY!

Shamelessly fishing for breakup sympathy today - got dumped by a guy I had been dating for a couple of months this week! It was very civil - he said he really enjoyed spending time with me but was basically not ready to settle down after his divorce just yet, and said that when he figures stuff out he may be back in

I would go there. I would absolutely go there. I would go there with some roses and like a laser rocket with flames coming out of the flame decals so I could write a poem in the sky that said something along the lines of, "when I look into your dangerous eyes I kjashdfkjhasdfjh," and then the rocket explodes and a

Is it going to be just Burt and Lindy all weekend? Cause I have shit to do and I am going to get fuck all accomplished if I have to refresh and re-read Jez every hour. #Wow #Burt&Lindy #DreamJez #SuchHappy

When I come home newly-shorn (I like to grow it out lonnnng then chop it pixie-short) I *always* get the hottest sex ever. Like, in the front hall now-now-now sex. And that's after 19 years of marriage. Confidence is sexy to secure men, and ain't no confidence like chopping off 12" of hair.

My husband used to think that going to the gyno was one sort of party. So I made him go and sit at the far end of the table. At one point he was so horrified, he told the doctor to stop. The vaginal speculum made him tear up. 20 years later, he still brings me flowers, candy, and apologizes after every appointment.

Cut to 6 years later. They both travel too damn much to see each other, he finds her to be difficult and flighty, she finds him stodgy and boring. They have a spectacularly dramatic divorce. She goes back to the stone hut and drinks.

Ha, yes. And you said it much more creatively than I could. I came to the comments to say I've had enough of the damn open letters. Enough. Let's bring back the closed (?) letters. Or emails, or personal messages or texts or phone calls or any form of communication that does not air your business to the world. We know