Writing a r?sum? is consuming enough. I have been trying to figure out ways to document my positive professional attributes onto one sheet of paper, while making sure to emphasize the "authentic" things about me. My entire adolescence flashes back from my first job at the restaurant to the work I've done at professional firms.
Since I first began writing this column a year ago, many people have asked for advice in the sack. They want to know what they can do to make the experience more pleasurable for their partner. Are there certain activities they should do to enhance the act? What about music? All of these questions will be answered here. This is your guide to sexual bliss.
I noticed a little girl at the grocery store the other day. She caught my attention immediately. Wearing a tiny green jacket and bright purple pants, she was skipping between the lines of the parking spaces in the lot outside of the store. Watching her brought me back to the days of innocence - to my first love - and away from the lines at the checkout.
It's Christmas break and my friend was at the airport going home. As always, she got pegged for the extra security check and was pulled aside. Amidst the security personnel was one woman while the rest were men. As the woman began scanning my friend, who was spread-eagle with her arms at her side, she noticed a man going through her bag. Not thinking anything of it, she sees him pull out the neck of a shirt. She froze. That is where she had placed her vibrator.
Columnist Allison Weil takes on gambling, in both casinos and life, in this week's Sex and Sensibility.
There's a particular boy I've had a crush on since I came to AU. I will not tell his name because, to be honest, I don't know it. I've been introduced to him only once, and when we spoke, I couldn't find the words to show him how interested I was.
My sister is three years older than I. Her curfew was later, but she rarely took advantage of it. She also drove first and was able to legally drink before I could. Throughout my life, I admit that I haven't been the kindest of sisters, and neither has she.
It all started on a public bus in D.C. It was around 8 p.m. on a weekday, and I sat down with my books and tried to occupy myself by staring out the window. A man around my age got on the bus and strategically placed himself in the seat across from mine. Our eyes connected for a split second, and then he spoke.
I get lonely, especially around Valentine's Day. February is the time of year when couples are everywhere, and it seems as if us singles are nowhere to be found. These thoughts occupy my mind, as those in relationships cherish their love, and those that are single may feel left out.