In this week’s “Call Your Boyfriend” column, Ryan O’Connell shares his Foolproof Sex Mix, and addresses a question about a particular kind of job. (Very particular.)
The app’s developers are so sold on its effectiveness, the press release they sent had the subject line, “No More Steak Dinners!” Because now you can use music, not Outback Steakhouse, to win a man?
I was expecting something self-indulgent and cheesy. Instead, I found something beautiful, heartbreaking, and all too relatable.
As the hits kept comin’, did you ever take a step back and analyze his lyrics to discover all the deep meanings contained therein?
Writer’s Note: It would appear that Prince doesn’t allow his music to see the light of YouTube. Our loss is not his gain. Prince’s “Kiss” is replaced by the Red Hot Chili Peppers; what they lack in subtly, they make up for with penis socks.
We can’t all rebound at a moment’s notice, but we can take one last look at what we lost before moving on. Spend this weekend burrowing at home with a lousy movie, a box of candy and your finest pajamas.
Did your wife leave you? Did the plant shut down? Are you wallowing so far down the bottle that you can barely lift your head to cry all over again?
I am at a loss. Where did the summer go? Yesterday’s Memorial Day barbeque is today’s Labor Day weekend bash. Before… Read More
Even after I realized Axl had morphed into a fat, bloated, housewife in leather pants, I was drawn to men who were outwardly showing all the signs of being badasses; long hair, drinking whiskey, speaking like “Spicoli” and having unconventional jobs like DJs, roadies, or tattoo artists.