Mélanie Berliet

The Underminer, who consistently degrades you and/or your side of the family.

Just because he says he isn’t ready for a serious relationship, doesn’t mean he actually feels that way.

She said she was a pro at handling pain, which made me feel better about putting hot wax on a fragile old lady.

From quickies to pity driven whoopee, long-term lovers do it all.

The breakup fake-out.

There was hair everywhere. With a comb, I could’ve parted it.

She’ll go just about anywhere in her pajamas.

Thankfully, the deliveryman buzzes before you break up.

I start with a “v” and every woman has one. She can even use me to get what she wants. What am I?

It doesn’t sadden you one bit to think about growing old—together.

Nominate your partner to manage your Facebook page after you die.

You really wish people wouldn’t walk away when you have more to say.

Your fear of being the wrinkliest PTA member seems like a valid reason not to put off pregnancy too much longer.

Dirty jokes to laugh at and share with people that love inappropriate humor.

Come colon day, I awoke to meet my man, drenched in sweat.

Killing Kittens, a London-based society for the “sexual elite” has received an onslaught of media attention in conjunction with its recent New York City launch.

Bad weather doesn’t get enough credit for fostering awesomely memorable situations.

You agree to divide household labor—not necessarily equally, but fairly.