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My date has just got back from New York. I know this because he mentions it every five sentences. The shimmering neon is still visible in his starstruck eyes, and has blinded him to the fact that my own glazed over some time ago. My eye wandering over his shoulder to someone standing in the distance. That someone looks familiar. Hotly familiar.
It's difficult enough to manipulate your other half into wanting to live with you but discovering you can barely afford to move in together makes it nearly impossible. When I say 'barely afford' I mean our combined income is pretty close to that of a graduates.
My wife has left me. Ok, you could say I drove her to it. My children would. So too would her friends. And there's a lot of truth in that. It started about six weeks ago.
Infidelity in long-term, monogamous relationships is often inevitable. Don't get me wrong, for some people monogamy works, it's natural, it's fine. Good for them. But for an awful lot of people it's a Herculean task, a constant struggle with the self, a battle against all bodily instincts.
The most offensive response I've ever received after mentioning my girlfriend to a new acquaintance involved a look of serious confusion on his part and the phrase "but you could definitely get a boyfriend if you wanted to".
It seems a lot of women are unaware that they are born with all of their eggs and as time goes on this supply eventually runs out, there is a marked decrease in ovulation by the time a woman reaches 35 as the body clings to the reserves of its egg supply. Women are delaying starting a family until much later in life, our parents generation had children in their 20's, which today we consider to be very young to start a family.
Apparently I have 18,220 days left to live. And according to some, I've already hit middle age! Being asked for identification on my 30th birthday was a pleasant surprise. It was only later on that night I found out they were just checking my ID to make sure I was the girl who booked the venue.
I have always had trouble constructing dating profiles. I have engaged in online dating for several years now but have never quite been able to nail the content.
We've all been there. You wake up, slightly disoriented, amid bed linen which feels unfamiliar. Strange sounds emanate from a mass not too far from you. As you open each eye slowly, cursing them for the amount of time they're taking to adjust to the light, you realise you've done it again - you're back at theirs, for the first time. It's the morning after the night before.
In the last month three male friends have told me not to tag them on facebook. Faced with the prospect of deletion, and guilted by the new-found knowledge that I threaten a fragile relationship with their girlfriend, or their ex, it shines the spotlight on something utterly fascinating: facebook, the network that everybody loves to hate, presents us with a stellar opportunity for personal growth.
You are offered the job you've always wanted. At last--recognition for all your hard work and achievement. Surely, your spouse and children will be just as happy as you are. Or will they?
A great way to give your relationship some TLC is to get away from it all and have a holiday together. A single night in with your partner doesn't give you enough time to switch off from what's happened that day and getting away will enable you both to relax and unwind. It's in this state that you are more likely to find the original sparks to why the relationship worked so well in the first place.
There is now a Rich List of Women who have become enormously rich from their divorces from wealthy men. Do we feel envious of their wealth, or just disdainful because of the way they have accumulated it? The general feeling seems to be that they have done nothing to 'earn' it so why should they benefit. The cynic might say that the marriage was entered into with an eye on the main prize.
Online dating is like a takeaway menu for the chronically obese ( and I don't mean to offend with that statement because there is most probably an online dating site for the 'chronically obese'). What I mean is that the choice and possibilities are endless. You could have Asian on a Monday, 'Suited & Booted' on a Tuesday, Naughty Nurses on a Wednesday and 'Big and Buxom' by Thursday.
A person suffering from a chronic disease or some form of disability, needs intimacy with their spouse or partner as much as anyone else. Being intimate brings a closeness to a couple and is a necessary part of a healthy relationship. Many patients, too embarrassed to talk about these matters, can end up suffering from a lack of affection and tenderness which is essential to us all.
Cast your mind back to times before the internet, before you could send a picture of yourself, anywhere in the world, instantly to anyone you liked (and often for free). How many times were you able to share stories about your latest holiday, the band you've just seen, your future plans, a bad day at work or the amazing dinner you've just made?
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