Let’s get it on! Save for the lady who would rather be at home washing her hair, every woman loves it when the bass drops.
“Honey, does my butt look fat in this?” — a difficult no-win situation at best.
Surprises f*cking rock, gentlemen. They rock. Like rock the house.
Find a nice comfy chair, well-worn corner of the couch or never even leave that perfect goodness of an unmade bed and do something that has nearly become a lost art — read.
We’re talking gardening, guys. Surprised? Don’t be. Digging around in the dirt is romantic to both men and women; we just look at it differently.
You are tired. She is tired. Are you both even hungry? Who knows? At this point, who really cares? This is a pivotal moment, men.
Guys, can you control your adoration for us, temptation to show off, and predictable road rage long enough to get your date to stick around for dessert?
Why are our dreams of a better physique, a stronger work ethic, a more attentive lover dashed by Valentine’s Day?
We all need our space. Lord knows, men, we need you gone just as much as you need to be gone. So to think you cannot grab some solo man time without an international incident is hooey.
You read that correctly. Surprise! Some women, me included, will authorize some noms in the chamber of the land of nod.
Guys, do you love your teams? Do you hate it when they lose? Sure. Loyalty is a wonderful quality in a person — to a point.
Our resident lady takes on your questions about a marriage proposal, tattoos, work relationships and a sporting bet.
Often we surround ourselves with the familiar, but in the Age of the Overshare who knew you knew that many liberals, conservatives, Christian fundamentalists, tea partiers, green partiers — sigh.
You know that shuffling around with your eyes down is no way to win a woman’s heart, right?