You Bitter B*tches Kill Me!
-By Jennifer Wray As we get older, the circle of people we consider “friends” slowly starts to shrink. Our friendship count goes down. Not only have I questioned and terminated…
-By Jennifer Wray As we get older, the circle of people we consider “friends” slowly starts to shrink. Our friendship count goes down. Not only have I questioned and terminated…
-by Ashley Weatherspoon Fuck. I’m obsessed. You know that feeling? The one when you're completely obsessed. Nah, like, I’m playing Snoh Alegra and relating to every single song. It’s the…
Redefining online dating how did Americans connect this year? We are living in uncharted times right now. The COVID-19 cases in America have surpassed both China and Italy, and “Shelter…
“I still haven’t perfected the curve with guys I’m trying to do business with. Most times, once I curve them, the business with them goes away. What is the most…
I just had the best 48 hours in Aruba, ever. How? Why? Huh? Well, my sister sent out the bat call. Ladies, we know what the bat call is,…
I’m in love with a man I put in the friend zone. There, I said it. I’m in love with a man that I put in the friendzone, and now…
For as long as I can remember, The Girl Code has been the imaginary list of unofficial rules and commandments that shape our friendships. It is surprisingly universal, and nearly unanimous despite…
However, as a day or two passes, your high starts to fade. Perhaps you begin to miss your lover, even though you didn’t leave each others side for 72 hours. Perhaps the few hours he took to call you back feels like three days. Perhaps you’re a bit on edge or snappy. Perhaps you start to re-evaluate whether you should be spending so much time thinking about him. Either way, the high starts to wear off and your obsession of that happy place begins to take new form.
Sound familiar? You see, ladies and gentlemen, this is what I like to call a Love Hangover.
Ladies, ask any single guy friend who will let you, to go through his address book. If your single guy friends are as painfully machismo and immature as mine, then you will be highly entertained by the names some men have women saved under.
I’ll admit it, this nicknaming is also a bit of defense mechanism. As author Sara Ashley O’Brien describes here, “she thinks women do it to keep men at an emotional arm’s length—so it’s not as painful if the relationship fizzles out (especially when you have to tell your girlfriends that, no, you haven’t heard from Bowling Guy in more than two weeks).”