Having Sex or Making Love?

Actually, the difference between the two concepts is bigger than some of us would like it to be. And, as almost every time, women feel it the most. What is the difference? Well, love. Women need to be protected, looked after and loved as much in bed as in every day life.

Keep in mind that this is not just a legend used by women to manipulate men. The difference between having sex and making love, together with it's implications in a couple's sex life is what many men forget when sharing the bed-sheets with a woman.

Clearly, everything written so far will not apply to one-night-stands. In those cases it is all about a sexual intercourse between two people who only share their bodies. After the bottom line has been drawn, most men feel good about themselves after a one-night- stand, without thinking about their sexual performance. Totally pleasing a woman from the very first time is no easy job as the only mystery she had disclosed is her body.

Getting Out Of A Bad Relationship

So, you thought you have finally found the ONE.

Someone who has an established career, with stable financial status, responsible, good looking, intelligent, and good-humored person has finally come into your life.

But, just when you thought you've finally met the ideal man or woman of your dreams, everything seems to be wrong and complicated. Suddenly, he has lost his job, she went bankrupt, he became careless, and she became paranoid about everything. You try to help your partner in dealing with the issues but it always turns out that he or she's too good to ask help from anybody-even you.

Does She Really Love You?

Did you hear that? She just said: "I love you." If you live in the 18th century, you could have slapped the rusticated walls with joy. You could have been jumping all day and has gathered all flowers in the prairie to offer her. You could have chased the moons and do all the impossibilities for that much awaited phrases said by millions of chivalrous men that lived and died for their beloved ladies. I love you.

It turned out that you involuntarily build up wrinkles in your young face when she mumbled it because it is the 21st century and all the greeting cards in the world is mechanically printed with "I love you/s" on it. Then you opened her card and find the phrases on it. Your girl is too verbal about the whole affair that all her friends know that she loves you as she says. The commodity is too cheaply spoken. You heard her saying it even to her poodle. With all the silence broken by benefit of doubts, now you wonder in your subconscious thinking: "Does she really love me?"