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Don’t miss out on love…

Obviously, I’m a big believer that love can happen anywhere, at any time.  That’s why I want you to imagine the following scenario. Pretend for a second that you’re a New Yorker waiting for the 6 train and you happen to lock eyes with a handsome stranger across the crowded platform.  You feel a jolt down to your pinky toe (and maybe elsewhere too). But then the moment passes. He gets on the train and you’re still stuck waiting with a sinking feeling in your stomach, wondering what might have been. more…

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Who would you date?

I know I tend to write a lot of shizzle about The Bachelor without ever having truly watched it, but that’s because I’m truly fascinated by it. 25 men/women vying for the attention of one ‘Bachelor’ or ‘Bachelorette’, who, by the way, is probably making out with at least half of his or her wannabe loves. In the words of the great Peter Griffin (of Family Guy fame), it really grinds my gears when I see any of these clowns pledge eternal love on a TV show…and give those that have ‘made the cut’ a ROSE of all things to advance to the next round. How trite and corny can you get? These people obviously haven’t heard of Dorothy Parkermore…

Why wait?

 A big to-do is being made over nothing this month…literally. Abstinence has been a hot topic of conversation lately and I, for one, am not on board with it. Why deny yourself pleasure?

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Where to find love — literally — around the world

You all know that “looking for love in all the right places” is my slogan. So I’m going to be straight up with you and say that — while you’ll literally find love on this list, I can’t actually vouch for the quality of menfolk you’ll meet in each town. This is my bid to make nice after hating on Valentine’s Day all week by creating a comprehensive guide to the cities named in the honor of lurv and romance. Now all I need is endless amounts of cash and way bigger cahones to spend a week searching for my life partner in Romance, Oklahoma. more…

Are you getting lucky this new year? Depends on where you live!

If you rang in the new year depressed and alone, ashing a limp cigarette into your party hat and moaning about the fact that you didn’t have anyone to kiss under the wilting (but still hopeful) mistletoe at midnight, chin up — it’s a new year! Although I hope your resolution isn’t to find a boyfriend (obviously, you want Mr. Right, not Mr. Right for Right Now), I can’t control what you do, where you go, or where you might move in the name of love (I moved to London for love in my infancy at the tender age of 23, so I can hardly talk). The Daily Beast has quite thoughtfully put together a hit list for 2012 of the best American cities to find a romantic partner in crime in the new year. They’ve factored in the number of singles per area using Census data from 2008-2010, ratio of women to men, cost of living data from the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics and the mental and emotional health of the respective cities residents from the Gallup-Healthways Well-Being Index. So in case you were wondering, “Well, who died and made those Beasts king of all romantic knowledge?” well, I’d say they’ve made a pretty strong case for their results. So get on with your bad selves this year and prepare to do some traveling…especially to Nebraska. Weird, I know, but trust me…those boys are smokin’ hot. On that happy note, I wish you loads of luck. I also wish you’d remove yourself from your sad slump and pop open a bottle of champagne STAT. Getting depressed over stupid boys — or even a lack of one — is so 2011.

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Think you’ve got problems? Be very, very glad you aren’t any of these people — especially the guy who’s wife pulled a Lorena Bobbitt!

It’s a fact of life that we all have gone batshit crazy at one time or another because of love. Maybe your boyfriend refused to say he loved you because he claimed it made him break out in hives, or perhaps an unrequited love made you a little whacked in the head. Whatever it may be, most of us don’t act on our impulses. We freak out to friends, write in  journals, watch sappy movies and cry into our Skinny Cows. These folks, however, chose not to ignore their urges, and someone — whether it be the person involved or his/her ex — is paying big. The next time you have the inclination to do something drastic, don’t. You’ll see why: most of these stories involve an arrest, a fine or, in one particular case, a dislocated dick. Ouch. more…

And furthermore, do you like that about your city, you dirty bird you?

According to Dictionary.com ‘kinky’ the definition of ‘kinky’ is ‘Involving or given to unusual sexual behavior.’ It is an adjective. It means you like weird sex. more…

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In honor of yesterday’s National Kissing Day, here are some straight facts about locking lips

In case you’ve never heard of it (I hadn’t), yesterday was National Kissing Day, so here’s hoping you had someone to smooch (I didn’t, unless you count the 85 year old man that asked me out at the gym before limping off on his cane, which I don’t, thank you very much). Because I’m doing so little lip locking, I have much more time on my hands to find random facts about something others are doing plenty of (in the name of celebration of course). So enjoy the fruits of my labor when you read these ten little-known facts about puckering up, and stand tall knowing that you’re that you’re very patriotically taking such important national holidays seriously. more…

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Where in the world should you go to enjoy love and music?

1967 it ain’t, but 2011 can be your summer of love – especially if you’re an avid festival-goer. What better way to spend a sultry summer night than by geeking out to your favorite band with a beer in hand, pausing to kiss the quasi-hipster next to you underneath the stars? Tres romantique, non? Here’s your guide to who’s playing where and what kind of guys you’ll meet over the next three months. Rock on, ladies. more…

Want some really rugged men? Look no further than the rainforest!

When I woke up at 6 AM yesterday for a day trip to the Daintree rainforest, I was not at my best. I’d slept for three hours and was up at the crack of dawn to potentially wrestle with crocodiles, golden orb spiders and a plethora of other jungle beasts — all without the aid of coffee. But thanks to a cheerfully romantic (and well-rested from a two-month holiday) tour guide named Murray and some very easy on the eyes adventure guides, I had the time of my life in Queensland — and learned a hell of a lot about the ‘dating’ practices the men who live in the forest employ. more…