5. What would make the date a success? A failure? What could a girl do to make the evening easier?

When it comes to guys‘ dating success stories, almost all the answers were only slight variations on a common theme. Our guys thought it would be a great night if they felt comfortable, enjoyed the conversation, felt attracted to the girl in question, felt as though they had connected with her in some way, and wanted to see her again. Read the rest of this entry »

Since dating takes two —at the very least—wouldn’t the ordeal be a lot less stressful if you were privy to the other party’s hopes and fears? Natch. So, once again, all for you, we did one of our survey things and asked roughly fifty guys your top ten questions about dating—with emphasis on the rebound variety. Here’s what they had to say. Read the rest of this entry »

Just as Indian heartbreak can arrive with little or no warning, so, too, can it leave. “I was just getting used to being in another blue funk, when it went away,” says a thirty-two-yearold personnel director. “One morning, I woke up and I thought, ‘Hey, I don’t feel so bad.’ I can’t really think of any specific event that led up to this. I guess it just ran its course. I was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired—I was ready to meet new people again.” Another woman remembers how “I snapped out of it in the middle of working out. Read the rest of this entry »

No, we don’t mean the crazed, murderous, headline-making kind of stalking that’s all the rage these days. We mean a less violent type of safari in which your ex calls and hangs up as soon as you answer, or lurks around your apartment building to see if you’re coming home alone, or tries repeatedly to pick up the messages on your answering machine, or leaves you flowers or writes plaintive missives declaring his love. Ah, but that would be impossible, you say. Men never do such silly things, do they? Read the rest of this entry »

Oh, so now they’re ready to talk. And talk and talk. It took shilly-shallying around before our guys were primed enough to stop and look carefully at what had happened to them. If you’ve ever had a close, platonic male friend, you know that this stage of heartbreak recovery can be the most annoying—for you, that is. Read the rest of this entry »

Too long has marriage, in this tasteless age, With ill-bred raillery supply’d the stage; No little scribbler is of wit so bare,

But has his fling at the poor wedded pair.

As there is nothing in the world as common as marriage, and as it is something over which men commonly make fools of themselves, it is hardly surprising that it should form the subject matter of most comedies. Read the rest of this entry »

The marriage state, with or without the affection suitable to it, is the completest image of Heaven and capable of receiving in this life.

For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace. Read the rest of this entry »

Loving unions are all about giving and taking, making and meeting requests. There are so many small things that each person can ask of and do for the other to make the love grow. For example, Val’s request to be told, at least once a week, that she is breathtakingly beautiful has done wonders for her partnership. Ellen’s request that she be told, at least twice a week, that she is more beautiful than Val has done likewise. And since your partner can’t be expected to read your mind, the premise here is: Ask and ye shall receive. Read the rest of this entry »

Stop number one for most men: In this stage, a man will deal with his problems by simply . . . not dealing. He’ll do just about anything to distract himself from the sad topic at hand—e.g., if he thought that walking over hot coals might help him get his mind off things, he’d happily march right over them. “There’s nothing like a good bungee jump to put things in perspective,” said one thirty-four-year-old respondent. Whatever you say, Geronimo. Read the rest of this entry »

Nightmare #1: You’re sitting in your living room, burning votive candles, poring over photos of Him, and the phone rings. It’s your best friend, telling you that she saw the ex-love of your life at a party, drinking, laughing —laughing!— flirting, high-fiving all over the place, celebrating his newfound freedom . . . oh, and one more thing, she hates to say it (sure she does), but boy, does he ever look great. Read the rest of this entry »