Credit Card Points: Your Key to the Ultimate Post-Pandemic Vacation
One credit card point can be worth 1.3 to 1.7 cents. I tried explaining this to my wife, but she was on a work call and I don’t think she really took it in.
Tag: Relationships
5 Ways to Forget Your Ex by Redecorating
A common bedroom reno tip is to take a fancy trash can—like that gaudy, twisting, fuchsia disaster that Rachel bought—and flip it upside-down.
Dracula Regrets Opening Up His Marriage
I was the one who asked for it, and I had a lot of success at first: one, two, three! Three brides! Ah, ah, ah!
A Teacher Weaves His Marital Strife into His Second Grade Spelling Lesson
Help: Never be afraid to ask for help. Some couples go to a marital counselor for help. Help.
If You Want to Date My Daughter You’re Going to Have to Help Me Get My Wife to Let Me Back into the House First
I don’t know if they teach conflict resolution in that school of yours these days, but I sure could use some relationship advice.
Did You Fall in Love at First Sight or In a Kiddie Pool Full of KFC Gravy?
- You felt a warm and spicy thick wave crash over you. - Everyone else at the KFC Summer Family Fun Fest faded away.
Are You Dating a Fuckboy or a Cicada?
- You don’t really know what he does all day. - He has a lot of defense mechanisms from his childhood. - He woos with music.
A Love Letter to My Weighted Blanket
The moments you awaken me in a slight (erotic) panic when you bunch up and crush my windpipe are some of the greatest memories of my adult life.
Quotes from Couple’s Counseling or Tweets from Indians Criticizing Their Government?
“You’re making me gasp in bed for the wrong reasons.” “Lately, our pictures on Facebook have been less than flattering.”
Advice to Bill Gates from One Divorced Man to Another
If you're like me, I imagine Melinda blindsided you with some out-of-no-where comment about how you’re “constantly projecting yourself onto other people.”
Yes, I’m Cheating on You with the Ghost of My High School Boyfriend, But Hear Me Out
There is a powerful part of me that needs, for just one night a year, some very specific, humiliating things from an outlaw rebel ghost.
Hey, It’s Me, Earth. We Need to Talk.
I just feel that the spark is gone. I’m not talking about the sparks that cause raging wildfires and destroy my forests.