Sexless in the City

Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Some entertaining, interesting research

I’m still waiting for time and energy to align in my schedule such that I can write pt. 2 of “Anna and the Sergeant,” but in the meantime thought I’d share these two stories my housemate kindly alerted me to:
Interestingly, the first story seems to confirm one take-away from my new favorite book (How to Avoid Marrying a Jerk): “The good doesn’t always last, but the bad usually gets worse.” Commendably, while some might be inclined to read the marriage study as a discouraging finding, the authors note that it may just be an indication of the couple’s growing intimacy and increased willingness to be themselves. For some reason this also makes me think of the piece in this week’s Newsweek on how our nearly pathological efforts to treat and avoid sadness may not be so healthy.

Back in a bit!

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