Supposedly, guys think about sex every eight seconds. If that’s true, how can they talk to their grandmothers?

Maybe illusion and artifice—lies, even—are a necessary part of romance.

I tried all kinds of approaches: sexy, friendly, intimidating—nothing worked. I’m starting to think there’s an invisible force field that prevents honest communication between X and Y chromosomes.

Are you mad?” I ask.”I was.” He glances at the ceiling then back at me. “Or confused, anyway. The whole thing threw me through for a loop. I thought I’d finally met a guy at...

Think of it as a life experience,” I mumbled. “Isn’t your dad always saying we need more of that?””I don’t think prancing around PJ Jamieson’s pool in our underwear is exactly what he had in...

Sometimes, a girl just has to dive under the duvet and regroup.

I despise the rituals of fake friendship. I wish we could just claw each other’s eyes out and call it a day; instead we put on huge radiant smiles and spout compliments until our teeth...