India is supposed to be the exotic land of love, yet for some reason love seems to now be a second hand emotion. This is despite the multi-million dollar Bollywood industry based on selling love, passion and perhaps a bit of sex. Both sexes are becoming practical- choosing their partners based on bank balances, job security, baby carrying capacity, suitability/compatibilities to families, similar castes and good genetics.
In the fullness of time it became apparent that there was much that could be learned from the gay, and indeed many gay things that could make the straight world a better world. For example...
Has our beloved x, a tiny bit of ink that could once raise your heartbeat, been lost forever to be another meaningless scribble at the end of an email from your accountant? Is x doomed to be just (quite literally) crossed lines forever more or will it come back to be the sweetest of flirts?
Sally joined in, and my higher brain functions shut down. A business guru once said it was advisable to 'err on the side of action' - with this in mind, I snaked my arms arounds her hips. Sally's smile fell away when I refused to let go.
Recently I read that there is a simple way to tell if someone is really 'into' us, and not surprisingly, in a material world full of material girls (and boys), it supposedly depends on how much money and how much commitment we are willing to put into that initial meeting or on that all important first date.
There are two kinds of people in the world: The Quiet Ones and The Talkative Ones. You know, those who blend into the background and the more gregario...
Casual sex should be with somebody you actually like. My new rule of thumb is to only shag men I don't mind sleeping over, and am okay with kissing goodbye when they leave. Anyone else isn't worth my time- and if I'm not prepared to make at least that much effort, I'm probably not worth theirs, either.
Everywhere I turn there is a clock reminding me how late my date is. Late, late, late. I can't look at my wrist any more, above the bar is off limits, and outside, a clock tower looms in my eyeline. And just to serve as one more reminder, even the barman's wonky eyes are positioned at ten to two. I roll my own baby-blues and go back to studying my rapidly draining pint glass.
I recently turned 40 and, still being not remotely married, I decided to come up with 40 possible reasons why... One: 51% of the world's population is female, which means that, statistically, 2% of all men simply have to miss out. So, yes, I'm shit at maths.
We're living in a funny old age. Much like every generation of teens and twenty-somethings before us, we're pretty convinced that we've invented sex. Despite our natural reverence for the past, we look back on our parents era, and their parents, and so on, as quaint... what they definitely did do, however, was fuck. Lots of extra-marrital fucking.
Channel 4's Mating Season's flagship is the nine-part drama Dates, which finished this week and has a premise so ingeniously simple you wonder why it hasn't been done before.
As you would expect there is a very wide range of different views about pornography and its impact on attitudes and behaviour. The evidence is in fact pretty unclear. It is crystal clear however is the back drop against which young people develop an understanding of sex and sexuality is changing dramatically in the digital age and access to pornography is getting easier.
Looking up, she gasped, "what happened to your face?" "This?" I said, stroking my three day beard... "Is this because Charlotte knocked you back?" "No, of course not. I'm just trying something new. I wish to reboot myself, as it were. I want to be reborn as a grittier, edgier version of me. Dark and brooding, I am going to be the Christian Bale of HR."
Is being 'single' so awful that we need to be reminded that 'it can be awesome'?! I don't know if I'm being odd or if I just don't understand. But why is being 'single' an issue?
Nobody is going to make you have an affair if you don't want to. Not a website, a friend, an advert, these are all excuses; cheating is a mindset, a choice by you alone. I'm not talking about a drunken mistake or a one-night stand: the surges of people signing up were married people looking for something they consciously want to do.
It's that time again. A couple of thousand people in the U.K have made the decision to talk about funny things for an entire hour in front of strangers, in preparation to talk for an hour every day in the month of August in front of other strangers. After three years, I still question why I do this.