Beware of OLBs

December 18, 2009 at 5:00 pm
By Sorah Suhng

It doesn’t matter your gender or age, I’m pretty sure we have all dealt with what I like to call “the overgrown little boy” (OLB) in our lives.

Mine came as a little bit of a shock. It was only a few years ago when I met, “Greg.” He was an older gentleman in his fifties, absolutely gorgeous (don’t we all just hate men for getting sexier as they get older?), with a great career. I dated him on and off for a couple of years, but the relationship itself was straight out of a poorly written Harlequin romance novel (minus all those rippling muscles and torn corsets).

Greg’s OLB qualities became apparent when he started to display excessive amounts of childlike behavior – his commitment confusions, his selfishness within the relationship (“me” mentality), the fact that any time we’d have some semblance of a disagreement, he would completely shut down and close me out.

Then there was, “Joe,” another older gentleman, in his late forties, terrifyingly gorgeous, and extremely successful. I fell and I fell hard, again, only to realize a little over a year later that Joe, like Greg, was nothing but an OLB. He presumably fell in love with me – the first time he’d been in love according to him – and it completely scared him into pulling away. Like Greg, Joe exhibited subtle demands of everything within the relationship having to focus on him, and the same old emotionally selfish qualities.

How is it, that these men can have successful personal careers, businesses, hell, even families in some cases, and yet when it comes to a meaningful relationship with me (or you!) they are completely inept?

OLBs come in all shapes, sizes, and age groups – so how do you spot one? I think I’ve narrowed it down to three simple observations:

First, I’ve noticed a pattern of at least one previously failed, extremely young, marriage – and they usually qualify it as “I was young, I was naÔve, I didn’t know what I was doing,” or something along those lines. However, let me just point out that there are plenty of people who are young, naÔve, who don’t know what they are doing, who are married and they work on the marriage. The “I quit” mentality of such a short lived romance insinuates a lot to me, and to you.

Secondly, they seem to lack meaningful male-relationships. They may have a few “close” friends and perhaps one that is considered a best friend (but almost always that best friend is out of state, out of country, or you’ve never spoken to him). Other than that, the friendships are work-related, business-only, or highly superficial.

Third, despite your willingness to keep things casual in the beginning (you know, to simply date?), OLB’s are looking for quick means of validation. They want you to fall in love with them, they want to fall in love with you, RIGHT NOW. You can spot this when they start dropping the “we” word and excessive future planning. It is very important here that you catch that these as hoaxes and not sincere fantasies of tomorrow.

I know I’m not the only woman to have dealt with the overgrown little boy” (OLB). What’s your story? How can others avoid this dating pitfall?

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Beware of Overgrown Little Boys

December 2, 2009 at 2:55 pm
By Sorah Suhng

It doesn’t matter your gender or age, I’m pretty sure we have all dealt with what I like to call “the overgrown little boy” (hereafter referred to as OLB) with men in our lives.

Mine came as a little bit of shock when I first encountered this bizarre combination of physical seasoned prowess sprinkled with the emotional maturity of a teenage girl with raging hormones.

It was but a few years ago when I met, “Greg.” He was an older gentleman in his fifties, absolutely gorgeous (don’t we all just hate men for getting sexier as they get older?), with a great career. I dated him on and off for a couple of years, but the relationship itself was straight out of a poorly written Harlequin romance novel (minus all those rippling muscles and torn corsets).

Greg’s OLB qualities became apparent when he started to display excessive amounts of childlike behavior – his commitment confusions, his selfishness within the relationship (“me” mentality), the fact that any time we’d have some semblance of a disagreement, he would completely shut down and close me out.

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Love Yourself!

November 23, 2009 at 11:00 am
By Sorah Suhng

Ending a relationship, no matter which side you’re on, is hard to do. Through a break up, you find yourself asking myriad questions — was it my fault? Am I not worthy of love? Do I have a pattern? What the heck went wrong?

It was 1:34am on a Wednesday when the man I had been dating for over a year — the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with — the absolute-sure, no-doubt love of my life — shattered my soul. The walls closed in and a very real, very physical pain shot through my body, battling through me until finally finding a comfortable spot in the gaping hole that previously housed my heart.

I had never been in love before, and to make matters worse, I had never been dumped. The emotional co-dependency that had developed was the cherry on top of my relationship-mistake sundae.

I, like so many before me, truly believed that against all odds and statistics, little ol’ me would be the one person to conquer and be loved the way that I wanted to be loved.

A slew of friends, family, and trained therapists tried being supportive. Some held my hand and hugged me close. None of it helped. The advice you hear is rather disheartening: throw yourself out there and start dating immediately, curl up in a ball and don’t come out for a month, fight back and get even, wait it out and he’ll come back, and so on.

At the two week marker, I wanted to go bury myself alive. I cried and drank myself to sleep every night. I stopped eating. I stopped living, barely even existing. I sincerely believed that I was never going to feel better. I knew that the pain would dull in time, but assumed it would never get better.

Then a friend of a friend, someone I’d never met before, spoke the two words that finally gave me my breakthrough: Life Happens. So simple and yet so unbelievably profound.

He followed up with: Stop judging yourself. You are human and you have to forgive yourself. If you two are meant to be, if you really love him as much as you say you do, then you’ll be together. If not, then you won’t. Life is only as complicated as you allow it to be.

My breakthrough came with the realization that I had to stop worrying. This world and the people in it are not in my control.

I had to accept my humanity and my ability to make mistakes. I had to learn to love myself again. Not for him, but for me. I had broken the cardinal rule of becoming dependent on him for validation, and feeling love. He was my “other half,” but when you really think about it, if you are your own self-aware individual with no crisis in identity and no need for validation — two wholes are better than one.

Been through the relationship ringer? You’re not alone — just ask Sorah! Join the conversation!

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Confessions of a Mistress

November 18, 2009 at 12:23 pm
By Sorah Suhng

It was a warm Friday night when I met him. He was tall, dark, painfully handsome, had a successful business…and he was flirting with me. We had been talking all night –drinking, laughing, and sharing. His attention was intoxicating and when he touched me to emphasize points of conversation, my body responded eagerly.This guy was trouble – he was dangerous. Oh…did I mention he was married?

Not a lot of women admit to the fact that they have been “the other woman.” I do, I have, multiple times, and I used to be proud of it.

My younger years were spent haphazardly breaking hearts and being emotionally unavailable. My moral standing had always been different than those around me, when it came to affairs, my tag line was, “I have no responsibility for his moral obligation.” I was a wife’s worst nightmare.

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Stop Worrying. Love Yourself

November 8, 2009 at 5:00 pm
By Sorah Suhng

Ending a relationship, no matter which role you are filling, is hard to do. Through a break up, you find yourself asking a myriad of questions — was it my fault? Am I not worthy of love? Do I have a pattern? What the hell went wrong?

It was 1:34am on a Wednesday when the man I had been dating for over a year, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the absolute-sure, no-doubt love of my life shattered my soul. The walls closed in and a very real, very physical pain shot through my body, battling through me until finally finding a comfortable spot in the gaping hole that previously housed my heart.

I had never been in love before, and to make matters worse, I had never been dumped. The emotional co-dependency that had developed was the cherry on top of my relationship-mistake sundae. I, like so many before me, truly believed that against all odds and statistics that little ol’ me, would be the one person to conquer and be loved the way that I wanted to be loved.

A slew of friends, family, and trained therapists called, came over, talked to me, supportively holding my hand and hugging me close. None of it helped. The advice you hear is rather disheartening: throw yourself out there and start dating immediately, curl up in a ball and don’t come out for a month, fight back and get even, wait it out and he’ll come back, and so on.

At the two week marker, I wanted to go bury myself alive. I cried and drank myself to sleep every night. I stopped eating. I stopped living and just started existing. I sincerely believed that I was never going to feel better, that the pain would dull with time, but it would never be better.

But then a friend of a friend, someone who I had never met before, a complete stranger to me, spoke the two words that finally gave me my breakthrough: Life happens. So simple and yet so unbelievably profound.

He followed up with: Stop judging yourself. You are human and you have to forgive yourself. If you two are meant to be, if you really love him as much as you say you do, then you’ll be together. If not, then you won’t. Life is only as complicated as you allow it.

My breakthrough was the realization that I had to stop worrying. This world, especially the people who populate it, are not in my control.

I had to accept my humanity, my ability to make mistakes and love myself again. Not for him, but for me. I had broken my cardinal rule of becoming dependent on him for validation, for the feeling of love, he was my “other half.”

But when you really think about it, if you are your own self-aware individual with no crisis in identity and no need for validation – two wholes are better than one.

Share with us your breakup stories–and what you did to move on.

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Stop Worrying. Love Yourself

November 4, 2009 at 4:26 pm
By Sorah Suhng

Ending a relationship, no matter which role you are filling, is hard to do. Through a break up, you find yourself asking a myriad of questions – was it my fault? Am I not worthy of love? Do I have a pattern? What the hell went wrong?

It was 1:34am on a Wednesday when the man I had been dating for over a year, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the absolute-sure, no-doubt love of my life shattered my soul. The walls closed in and a very real, very physical pain shot through my body, battling through me until finally finding a comfortable spot in the gaping hole that previously housed my heart.

I had never been in love before, and to make matters worse, while I had dated, I had never been dumped. The emotional co-dependency that had developed was the cherry on top of my relationship-mistake sundae.

I, like so many before me, truly believed that against all odds and statistics, that little ol’ me, would be the one person to conquer and be loved the way that I wanted to be loved.

A slew of friends, family, and trained therapists called, came over, talked to me, supportively holding my hand and hugging me close. None of it helped. The advice you hear is rather disheartening: throw yourself out there and start dating immediately, curl up in a ball and don’t come out for a month, fight back and get even, wait it out and he’ll come back, and so on.

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Top 5 Sexual Turnoffs

October 27, 2009 at 4:18 pm
By Sorah Suhng

It’s late in the evening, you and your partner have been spending time together with stimulating conversation, playing psychological footsie, and you’re both revved to get it on. You barely make it to the bed,your body shakes with anticipation!

And then it screeches to a halt.

Sexual turnoffs are taboo. YOUR bedroom antics are limiting your sex life. We’ve all dished on what horrifying things our partners have desired, but have we looked at ourselves?

Here are 5 cringe-worthy acts which make most people hit the brakes:

1. Baby Talk: Goo-goo Ga-WHAT? Unless your actual kink is to dress up in a diaper and cry, this is one of the biggest blunders. Two consenting adults shouldn’t have to deal with, “I wuv making wuv to you my schmookie pookie.”

2. Talking Dirty (Badly!): There is almost nothing sexier than a man or woman who can tease the corners of your mind while pleasing the contours of your body. Confidence is key. But if you’re going to call the sociological focus of his manhood a “Johnson,” or call her breasts, “boobies,” it’s better to keep it to simple. Just use body language as encouragement!

3. Leather and Whips and Chains, oh my! What can be said about someone who suddenly drops their sexual kink on their unsuspecting victim…I mean partner. There’s nothing wrong with having these preferences, but to suddenly demand reciprocal behavior from an assumingly sober playmate is terrifying.

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