My brother and I are both in our late 60s. We're close, and I consider his wife a good friend of mine. I discovered that my brother is engaging in some pretty questionable interactions on the social feed Threads. He's been replying to quite a few posts by barely clothed women, complimenting them, saying he would like to date them, and asking them to DM him. Putting ethics aside, I am concerned that these posts will somehow reach his wife, or his two adult children.
Let's start here: "Closure" is not what is achieved by sleeping with your high school boyfriend (or making out with him, for that matter). "Closure"-if such a thing exists (I have my doubts, but that's another subject)-is what happens after you both talk frankly and openly about what happened and how you felt, and you both come to accept that what happened, happened and is over and done with.
Frantically, I called my husband and asked him to come down to the supermarket with his bank card and pay, as it didn't seem that I was going to be able to. While I was on the phone to him, a lady in the line paid for her groceries then told the checkout guy, I'll pay for hers, too. I tried to protest, but she wouldn't hear of it. All she said was: Just pay it back in the community somehow.
What were you hoping for? A fun evening with a stranger hopefully good chat and not painfully awkward. First impressions? Warm, friendly and charismatic. What did you talk about? What didn't we talk about? We discussed the dating world, our travel experiences, funny personal stories and British TV icons. Most awkward moment? When we both arrived at the same time and stood at the front of the restaurant wondering if we were each other's date but feeling too awkward to ask.
There are plenty of people who have years of training in tantra, and who practice a very different style than I do. But for me, it's a combination of tantric techniques and bodywork that creates a fun, sexy experience, mostly for people who want to get off. This involves sharing a very intimate, close space with someone. They're fully naked, I'm partially naked, there's relaxing music playing, and we sort of "connect" or "exchange energy" before jumping into the massage.
DEAR ABBY: I am a senior man living next door to a slightly older woman. We live in lakefront homes and enjoy being active in the water during our retirement years. Recently, I was looking out the window and saw an alligator swimming by about 50 yards away. Alligators are almost unknown in our part of the lake, but they are known to live in the area.
1. Give her your time. Don't make her beg for your attention. Women equate love with time. If she means a lot to you, she should see that expressed by how much time you give her. Come home early. Take her out on dates 2. Compliment her efforts to look good; her new hairstyle, her body, her clothes, her sexiness, her cooking. It is your opinion that matters most to her. Appreciate her and she'll do anything for you.
It appears that the mother's shock and grief are manifesting in a way that's neither fair nor kind to your granddaughter. As his blood relation, she may be able to dictate who has access to her son, depending on the hospital's policy. Your granddaughter may want to reach out to hospital administration to see what their policy is and if there's an option for her within its scope.
My partner and I are both in our fifties. I was divorced and never had kids, while my partner was a single mom of three for most of her life. It has been an adjustment coming to live together and learning to navigate each other's space. The one place I am not willing to compromise is the privacy of our bedroom. It is an adult space for adults, but her grandchildren have zero respect for that fact, and the situation is getting very uncomfortable.
It was your mother's job to prepare your sister for your eventual departure. I'm sorry she did not do that. Part of having children and getting them to maturity is making sure they will be OK on their own and that anyone still in the home will be fine when they leave. Clearly, that didn't happen. What you can do now is stay in contact with your sister on a regular basis.
When dorms closed in 2020, I was a freshman with nowhere to go. I moved in with my older sister and her new boyfriend, "Patrick." Patrick owned a home with a spare bedroom, and it seemed to make sense. He kissed me after I'd been living there for a week, and we had an affair that lasted nearly two months.
Phubbing is a social no-no and can have a drastic impact on romantic relationships, but with smartphones playing an ever-increasing role in our lives, we've all done it Are you a phubber? Or have you been phubbed? No, we didn't make that word up, and no, it's not to be confused with Clubber, the streaming platform for club-level GAA matches. Phubbing is short for 'phone snubbing' and is a term coined well over a decade ago that describes the act of ignoring someone in favour of your phone.
I honestly don't see the point of it. Why shove dirty laundry in a basket for a week when you can put everything straight into the washing machine? At least if it's in the washer, it's where it belongs and ready to go. The basket just delays the inevitable. It's like having an unnecessary middleman. And it doesn't match the flat, and dominates the room like a dead piece of furniture.
We're told to "trust our gut," and to look for shifty eyes or nervous fidgeting. Detectives in movies and TV shows spot liars through micro-expressions. Yet across hundreds of experiments, the average rate of accurate lie-truth discrimination is 54% (Bond & DePaulo, 2006). In fact, computers often outperform judges on deciding who will skip bail, and seasoned police officers who are most confident in their "lie-detecting" abilities are often the least accurate (Gladwell, 2019).
When you look for potential matches on a dating app, do you limit your search to just within your own zip code? Because Heaven forbid you'd have to go outside your zip code to find true love. Well, the practice of geo-restricting your romance in such a manner seems to be fairly common-so common that it's received its own nickname, "zip coding" on social media.
My life now is much lower key. I make enough to pay my bills and enjoy a life out of the office. Here is the thing: I bought a lot of stock for my nephew, "Jonah," my brother's son.He was the only kid on both sides of the family, and I wanted to provide for him. The stocks went really well. Jonah has over $100,000 set aside for college when he graduates in a few years.
That's the basis for the viral "pomegranate theory, " which is just a cute way of framing the small acts of everyday kindness that can mean so much in a relationship. If you've ever peeled a pomegranate, then you know it takes some effort. The skin is tough; it's tricky to get all the little red arils out, and it's often messy, too. It's why peeling one is essentially the perfect metaphor for love.
We've known each other for a long time and never even flirted before this. I'd thought they were both straight, but there was touching and kissing in every combination that night, even if technically they only fucked me. We were all wasted and grieving, and it was a bad idea, but it was also very hot.
I love my parents, but since they retired three years ago, it is as though their brains have drained out of their ears. I am not talking about their opinions on politics, but just basic common sense. I saw my parents actually ask grocery workers putting out fresh fried chicken if the birds were from last night, and get offended when told no and that it would be a health
