Relationships & Desire

We still have great chemistry once a week. Between dates, the calls have stopped, texts are shorter, and plans arrive at the last minute.

I’m preparing to move for my boyfriend. But his uncertain weekends have me wondering what life together would actually look like.

Three hours of easy conversation made me want a second date. After a 21-day wait, I couldn’t find the same connection.

I’d noticed my friends looking at my wife. Watching her share a close moment with one of them brought a feeling I couldn’t name.

After months of ambiguous outings and long calls, I finally told my friend I liked him. My carefully low-pressure approach lasted about ten seconds.

I understand wanting a safety companion. I’m less sure how a first date works with three people at the table—and a possible third dinner on my bill.

I wanted some time together during weekends of wall-to-wall football. His offer to stop watching altogether left us with a different problem.

I finally admitted I wanted more than friendship. Then my new boyfriend told me why he had kept his own feelings quiet.

I am single, happy on my own, and looking for a polite way to decline dates that does not imply I already have a boyfriend.

I know my dentist is charming with everyone. That hasn’t stopped me searching his smallest expressions for a sign that he finds me attractive.

After a difficult Tuesday, I came home to my favorite snacks and a card from my wife. I hadn’t even known a boo basket was a thing.

After six years together, I’ve saved for a shared home. My boyfriend rejects renting and wants a sports car before a mortgage. We have a date, but I’m unsure we have a plan.