Theater Review: Bad Dates covers old ground with charm
Jessica Rothert is a charming and exceedingly talented actress, and Bad Dates is a charming and exceedingly insignificant play. As it escorts us through the dating jungle, Theresa Rebeck’s one-woman show has nothing new or important to say about love, sex, men, women, shoes, blouses or any of the other subjects that come up over its 90 minutes. Still, there’s Rothert’s performance to enchant us and keep us from glancing too often at our watches. Here she is trying on clothes, brushing her teeth, crying, laughing and eating a pretzel as she regales us with stories of men who repeatedly turn out not to be keepers. And, wonderful to recount, she never once strikes a wrong note. In fact, Rothert’s character, the Texan-turned-New Yorker Haley Walker, is so completely believable, you’ll want her for a buddy with whom to drink late into the night while recounting your relationship woes. As for dramatic urgency….Who said the theater had to be special, anyway? Read the rest of this entry »
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My boyfriend hates texting. Hates it. Doesn’t understand it. “I’m not married to my phone,” he says. “Why do people think they can just reach me whenever they want?”
Growing up as an only-child, I rarely made sacrifices. I was late in learning how to share, have patience, and practice selflessness. Now I’m dealing with the consequences. It’s impossible to be in a serious relationship without learning how to surrender.
A-Rod redeemed: How to win a World Series in ten days
In this over-medicated age, drug companies continue expanding their empires into the farthest realms of human behavior, developing chemical cocktails for whatever ails us: if depressed take Prozac, if scatterbrained take Adderall, if sleepless take Ambien, if impotent take 
“Putting on the sock” doesn’t refer to a condom or penis extension, but an age old foreplay technique. It begins with the woman on her back and the man kneeling before her with his penis placed at the entrance of her vagina. Instead of inserting his penis however, the man caresses her entrance, back and forth, in a circular motion. Don’t forget to involve the clitoris. The continuous stroking leaves her incredibly wet, and on the verge of a quivering orgasm. Just be careful to gauge her orgasmic pleasures, or she may be through before the man even gets invited inside for dessert! 
Sex should be fun, free, and feel good, but the reality is that it’s not always easy to get in the mood for sex. Many things can cause a couple, or partner, to be turned off of sex. Here’s a quickie list of mood killers and tricks for recharging your sexual energy. 
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“Sex is always the answer. It’s never a question. And the answer is yes. Yes. YES!” –Nickelback.
Sex toys used to be thought of as kinky, perverted, and taboo, but things have changed. When I first got married I thought I’d never need to masturbate or use a vibrator. This was in the mid 80’s when you couldn’t anonymously shop for sex toys online. Now it’s easier than ever to search for all kinds of sexual aids without having to brave a visit to a “Dirty Book Store.” If you’re new to the world of sex toys, here’s a top ten list of a few of my favorites.
Halloween came early Saturday at The Castle with 
Jamaican dancehall singer Buju Banton, whose notorious song “Boom Bye Bye” advocates gay-bashing and murder, was originally supposed to play The Ritz Ybor and Jannus Landing this weekend. Those gigs are no more — cancelled like so many of the gigs on Banton’s U.S. tour. But now we hear the show is back on — 
The Amazon begins with the man lying on his back with both feet in the air, legs curled towards his abdomen and spread comfortably. The woman then squats over the man, pushing his legs forward, curling him backward, so that she can straddle his hamstrings and achieve penetration at the same time.
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With Halloween approaching faster than an ADD kid jacked up on Snickers, much ado has been made about the sexification of female Halloween costumes. While some women feel that Halloween is the one day they can wear provocative outfits in public without being called sluts, others feel this trend increasingly objectifies women. I don’t know who’s right, but I do know 
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Angela Ryan
At my former job I met a man I’ll call Scott. Scott came in multiple times to specifically seek my advice and stayed roughly an hour each visit. We talked about each others’ lives, specifically love and sex; I like to think these subjects are my forte and I talk about them with most everyone. The majority of the the conversations were about his ex and recent dates he went on. Once, when it was time for Scott to leave, I was on my way out for lunch. As we walked out together I said, “You know I don’t have that many good guy friends that I can chat with around here. We should be friends.”
As naive as it sounds, I have never been asked out-right to be a friend-with-benefits. Don’t get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with that, but I honestly did not think he had an ulterior motive. I was very, very wrong.
Welcome to On the Radar, where we preview up-and-coming arts events to mark your calendar for. The name “Celtic Thunder” sounds pretty cool for a soccer team. But when the bombastic appellation describes five attractive guys from Ireland and Scotland who sing an odd mix of pop hits and traditional Irish songs at the Mahaffey Theater on Friday, it’s hard not to think someone dipped into the same well of kitsch that inspired over-the-top names like “Lord of the Dance.”
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