In neuroscience, our textbook showed how the brain scans of people newly in love look a lot like the brain scans of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. In each case, your dopamine is suppress...
Did things get a lot hooter between you tow? A little stove-top stuffing in the kitchen? -Amy
You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, preposition, and period of my thoughts.
How is it that human anatomy evolved so that something as stupid-looking as a repetitive back-and-forth movement can generate the peak of physical ecstasy?
A boy sees a girl topless for the first time only once, and the anticipation of the big reveal is really exciting. I feel like I’m a present being unwrapped.
There’s nothing like feeling like sh_t to kill your libido.
Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have o...
I wasn’t expecting him to light candles or scatter rose petals. But I just made myself infertile for him, so the least he could’ve done was make the bed.
I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn’t love me anymore.
I didn’t realize it was possible to obsess over a girl as much as you can over a boy.
I’ve been so caught up with mapping out a picture-perfect forever that I’m completely neglecting my present, which I have far more control over anyway.
If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is...
Does he try to have intercourse with you?Grandma! I gasp. Not that it's any of your business, but no!Good. Remember, no ring, no ring-a-ding-ding. Because once you spread your legs for him, do you kno...
Did things get a lot hotter between you two? A little stove-top stuffing in the kitchen?-Amy
But recalling how my ex had nasty BO after track practice never made me feel better. It seemed disingenuous to hold things against him that before I readily accepted as the price of love.
All I mean is that, hypothetically, why would we need to see anyone else? And as long as we're going out and happy, wouldn't marriage be the goal, even if it's a decade away? ’Cause if it's not, all t...
That's the thing about exes - for eternity you feel like rivals in a kind of happiness contest, and losing would be the epitome of tragedy.
When did you stop caring for me? Certainly not before Thanksgiving. You certainly wouldn‘t accept a blow job from someone if you were thinking about breaking up with her.
The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing. So that I'm letting go of the pain means I'm also letting go of the love.
That I don't feel upset by us really being over almost trivializes how special and intense our relationship once was.