It's pretty lame that my buddies and I invent words and languages and then giggle over them like schoolchildren. I openly flirt with other girls in front of them, and talk about how hot other girls are in front of them.
Alcohol should be introduced into the relationship slowly, but if a drink or two takes the edge off, and wine adds romance it's fine. But the one thing that should never happen is excessive application: too much, too many colors, or if it's just a botched attempt at a good makeup technique.
I'm so far behind, I can't imagine being asked to meet on Sunday for brunch by a girl I've dated for a month, much less having a child or being married. But are they as obsessed with sports like guys are? And I do find myself telling my sisters about University of Virginia and Boston College teams — where they went to school. I once tried this, but the entire time I was trying to contort my body so that I could get everything inserted correctly.
We want to bail the morning after a one-night stand. I'm foul when I'm hung over, so I am sure others are too. Do everything you can to get home and fester in your own bed. Give each other a hug, wish each other well, don't say anything about calling, and don't believe him when he mutters that he will call you. There is no reason women wouldn't understand or know sports like guys do if they were as obsessed. That "up against the wall" variation is tougher than it sounds.
Understanding the signs he wants to kiss you lets you decide if you want a kiss too.
It's nice to hear nothing but your lover's breath against the backdrop of the evening or early morning.