Jealousy is exactly like the water spilling over the bathtub. Unless you be that team that fights the actual problem, it'll keep spilling over and over, creating paranoia and more mess leaking into other areas of your relationship, meanwhile damaging the trust and fun you have.
We all know the scene: Carrie Bradshaw and her gal pals meet up for lunch mid-week in a swanky restaurant, order cosmopolitans and discuss men. It's pretty cliché, so why do so many of us feel bad that our own friendships aren't 'Sex and the City' enough?
I fucking hate cats, usually. Like men, they're either ugly, good-looking but dumb to the point of irrelevance, or else transparently cunning. And, also like men, they do that thing where they treat you with indifference, until you withdraw your affections, and then they're all over you like salt on chips.
When you like a guy and he is unavailable and already committed to some other girl, it can get really frustrating and quite disheartening. In your dizziest day-dreams, your mind can go down a slightly dark and twisty route thinking of ways to eliminate said girlfriend.
In this blog post, I will be as transparent and honest about my own personal experiences of being one of those women who CHOOSE to never learn their lesson, and hopefully, I will be able to give some clarity to why this is such a common predicament, and why it always will be.
We're well into the 21st Century - monogamy should no longer be the unspoken rule. Isn't it time for everyone to openly admit that not just men have sexual desires? Women who begin Tinder exchanges are probably more common than you think (it's not just straight white boys). What's the point in being coy and not saying what we really want to say?
Coming in to a pre-packaged family is nothing short of a tightrope act but for those that do stick around long enough and apply themselves generously to the 'added extras', the benefits are there waiting, you just have to see them.
When Polly goes on and on about Toby's previous boyfriends, all of them beautiful demigods who adored Polly and would probably have turned straight for had she asked, I should defend myself, or step up my patter in an attempt to impress her. But I don't care what she thinks, so I nod politely and play with my napkin.
The number of people in England and Wales living with or married to someone from another ethnic group jumped by 35 per cent to 2.3 million from 2001 to 2011, reported the Office for National Statistics in a newly published census figure analysis on 3rd July 2014.
How many times have you and a friend split a bottle of wine and proceeded to dissect a man's every move, trying to figure out if he likes you. While the best way to determine how a guy really feels is to give it time and then put your big girl pants on and talk to him about it, here are 10 signs that the odds might ever be in your favour.
When is it time to dive in? Recently, in the case of one London man who saw another floundering in the Thames, the answer was clear. After trying to help from the riverside to no avail, he took the plunge, even though he didn't consider himself a strong swimmer and remembered Emergency Services' general advice to wait for them.
So, big congratulations Cheryl Cole! Unless you've been hiding under a big rock (Cheryl's is big enough to hide under actually) or maybe you live in a warm enlightened place where innate showbiz chatter bypasses your life (congratulations) you'll know that Cheryl's gone and married her boyfriend Jean-Bernard Fernandez Versini after just THREE MONTHS of knowing each other.
Food and sex; sex and food - there's no getting away from the fact that these two basic human needs are intrinsically linked. From Valentine's Day, where advertisers go crazy selling us aphrodisiac chocolates in heart-shaped boxes, to that special first meal where you spend hours preparing for a partner with the promise of what might follow afterwards.
Make no mistake, I love nothing more than the idea of two people finding each other and living happily every after. However I have news for you, it may come as a shock, and likely not be what you want to hear, but there is no such thing as 'The One'.
I wouldn't hide behind a tree or a parked car to follow my ex-girlfriends every move? Nor would I invite every person I meet in a nightclub, to view my daughter's baby pictures. I don't stroll casually down the street screaming at the top of my lungs 'Well done me!' in regards to my personal achievements as I have no desire to be considered conceited or narcissistic.
When you come out of a relationship one of the scariest things can be putting yourself back out there and start dating again. And if you've been in a relationship for a while - it may be that things have changed quite a bit since you were last on the scene!