Blog Posts by The Frisky

Surviving the holidays is always stressful. And if you're single, it's the perfect time to eff the pain away! Thanksgiving weekend provides a few days to hunt for hotties-especially if you're traveling somewhere. But even if you're stuck home alone, make sure you take full advantage of all the seasonal action by following The Frisky's Guide To Getting Some Gravy On Thanksgiving!

Park It: Go to places you can hang around stress free for at least a solid hour, like a bar or a bookstore. Do not run around, wasting your prime time on stupid shopping errands. People, including hot dudes, are just frazzled and rushed at those kinds of places. There's no room for love when you're fighting people for door busters. And who wants to play the odds that you'll get in a long line behind a tall drink of water?

TIP: If you do get stuck shopping, picking up holiday personnel is easier than regular year round staff. Just ask them a question that forces them to lead you on an informational

My sister practically clutched her heart when I first told her. "But what about the children?" she demanded. I shook my head, completely speechless. Now, I have an answer: What's going to happen to our-at this stage-hypothetical children if I don't change my name? They'll survive.

I didn't want to change my name. I never even considered it. Yeah, I'm a writer and I have the byline to think about, but there are plenty of women writers who easily change their names without their careers suffering for it. That wasn't much of a factor, though I will use it as an excuse to shut people up if they're pestering me too long about it. Mostly, though, when people ask, I'm straight up: I just didn't want to change my name. For me, figuring out what it means to be a wife was a big enough change. I didn't need a new identity on top of it. A new name just felt like a too-tight coat.

I think if I was a young bride-maybe I'd just graduated college and I hadn't started my career and didn't

I used to think strippers had it easy. They show up for work in the evening, shake their asses for a few hours, make their rent and grocery money in one shift, leave the club for the night, sleep through the morning, go shopping before work and then start the whole cycle all over again. I thought that as long as you had some rhythm while wearing five-inch heels, were reasonably flexible and had few inhibitions, you had it made as a stripper. You'd be rolling around in dough on Egyptian cotton sheets in no time. I was really wrong and it only took me 10 minutes to figure out that strippers WORK for all their money. More after the jump.

Last Friday, my girlfriend and I took a pole dancing class at Shockra Studio in New York City. I knew this would be a new and exciting way of exercising for me, but I also hoped I'd learn some new seduction techniques to use on the BF. I had visions of coming home horny and slightly intoxicated (my girlfriend and I had cocktails before the class

Erik Parker, contributor to MSN, wants us ladies to know the 11 things men want from us. Newsflash: Sex! ----- s! Time to watch sports! A GPS! Well, Erik - and all you other guys who will get this forwarded to you from your girlfriends, wives, maybe even helpful sisters - we want a few things from you, too. After the jump, the top 11 things we want (and yes, guilt-free nights of reality TV and enthusiasm for our shopping make the list).

1. You backing us when we come home with five bursting shopping bags. You should not only sit and watch our fashion show of new purchases, but congratulate us on our knack for finding the best deals. Also, would it kill you to tell us our rack looks amazing in the new dress with the plunging neckline? Who do you think we bought it for?

2. The right to know all your secrets. Erik Parker would like us to believe it's men's right to keep secrets, but puh-leaze! You want ----- s? We want some juicy gossip, so spill the beans about your dirt-bag,

I am almost-oh hell, really-ready for my first post-heartbreaking split rebound. Some are surprised I've ever waited this long, but, frankly, I'm nervous about even kissing someone new, let alone, um, other stuff. Vaguely excited though too-I was, after all, going to go the rest of my life only being with the same person (which was fine by me!) but there is something oh so thrilling about the unknown. That said, unless you have a heart made of pure steel, the rebound requires much caution-the last thing you want is to A) end up falling in love so soon again, B) have someone fall in love with you, or C) cause further life drama. After the jump, five of the safest-but still exciting!-rebound types…

1. The Celebrity: You can laugh at the impossibility of this, but living in New York or Los Angeles, it's actually not that crazy that an attractive lady could score one night of pure bliss with an actor or musician. That said, if you don't live in either of these cities, you could

Hi, I'm Dr. V. I'm not a real doctor, I just play one on the Internet. What I am is a lady, a lady who is a fool for love! And I love nothing more than sex. My passion for pleasure has happily lead me on many adventures in the sack, but has also, sadly, made me one of my gyno's most valuable players. But I've lived to tell the tale(s)! So, from time to time, I will dish the dirt on everything from getting freaky to getting freaked out. Now, let's get this party started...

So you're suddenly single and you've got a metaphorical itch in your crotch and need someone to scratch it. While breaking up is hard to do, some of the best sex stories are about rebounding. It's one part luck, one part needs, one part reckless abandon. When your heart is broken, you have to be reminded that your feminine wiles still work, perfectly.

HOW IT HAPPENED TO ME
After my boyfriend stood me up, again, I dumped him via his voicemail. All dressed up for our date with nowhere to go, I decided to

A certain woman in my life wants to know what guys are thinking when a breakup goes down. So here it goes. We think about beer. And drinking it. And how drinking said beer will help us get lucky with the la-a-dies. The ladies with the righteous hoots.

Alright, fine. That was a sweeping gender generalization. A crude, cheap oversimplification of the masculine condition… But that doesn't stop it from being true.

If we dump you, chances are we're thinking about everything but the woman we just parted romantic ways with. We're thinking about the other women we want to see naked, or bratwursts at Sunday's game, or rocking Xbox sans pants.

When you dump us, we either think that you're a succubus-tramp, or we think about how much we want to ferociously screw/make tender love to you one last, bittersweet time. Actually, we're probably thinking both. Since we all have the same basic emotions, we're probably all heartbroken and busted up and angry.

If the breakup is mutual…

When the intoxicating romantic high of your wedding day drifts seamlessly into the intensely intimate, orgasmic togetherness of your honeymoon, it seems impossible the good times (both in and out of bed) could ever possibly end-until they do. This usually happens after your flight is delayed twice, and when you finally get home, you find a note from your pet sitter, telling you the cat yakked up a hairball on your carpet, and she couldn't find the bottle of Resolve, so the stain is permanent. Before you know it, your sexy honeymoon lingerie is buried at the bottom of the hamper (or worse, still in your suitcase), you've totally lost your newlywed glow, and are instead sporting the perpetual brow furrow of someone who lacks the time to eat a proper meal, let alone hand write 200 thank-you notes. If you want to avoid this perilous and sex-starved fate, we suggest you try a few of these tricks, designed to keep you and your brand spankin' new spouse firmly ensconced in betrothed bliss