Dear E. Jean: I was the happy mistress of a married man for six years. Last winter he decided to discard me and take a new mistress. I was devastated, but I moved on. I found a new job and established a strong connection with my boss—an amazing doctor. The attraction between us was immediate.
Instagram + Alina Petrichyn New York Fashion Week is upon us, and in between the events, presentations, runway shows, and copious amount of dad sneakers, there are also real people working to maintain their real lives and their real relationships. To find out what goes into juggling a partnership during such a hectic time, ELLE.com
Dear E. Jean: For the past four months, I’ve been seeing a wonderful, smart, funny man. My mother is worried because I’m 22 and he’s 32. He also has two small children from a previous affair and spent 10 months in prison. I understand her concern and anxiety—I do! But should that stop me from
Dear E. Jean: My best friend and I were staying at her boyfriend’s apartment in Chicago. (She and I share a close group of girlfriends from college days—our dearest, most important social circle. I am ashamed to be writing this letter.) I don’t recall how I got there or when I got there, but all
Break ups suck. For even the most mature, evolved people out there, deciding to separate from your best friend and bed warmer can be difficult at best. Then there’s the aftermath: the deleting of the Instagrams, the changing of the phone background, and the getting rid of the stuff. His T-shirts that found their way
Dear E. Jean: I’ve been married four months, and I’m still a virgin. Every time I try to initiate something, my husband won’t allow me to take off my bra or panties. My job is to satisfy him with oral sex, and that’s it. I’ve tried showing him movies and books and talking to him.
Dear E. Jean: In 2008 I made a sex tape with my boyfriend at the time. The affair ended badly. We’ve not been on civil terms since—in fact, we’re not speaking. Now, with a more sensible head on my shoulders, I’m applying to be an elementary school teacher. If I were establishing a career in
Welcome to “The Perfect,” ELLE.com’s weekly roundup of all the elements needed for a perfectly outfitted and executed fill-in-the-blank. There’s an art to going on a road trip, and now that cell phones have made navigating a no-brainer, we can really focus in on the finer points. From what you wear to how you get
For the most part, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is an absolute delight. However, there’s one part that’s more like a horror movie than a rom-com: the part when Lara Jean Covey’s little sister Kitty actually sends the letters Lara Jean has written to her crushes. They were supposed to be secret! Cue
Call it the To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before Effect ™, but dating is what we call a “hot topic” on the “internet” right now. And after a Twitter-user by the handle @_ItsMeBre called for women to share their worst first date stories of all time, some seriously cringe worthy content has been plastering
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reports that cases of syphilis, chlamydia, and gonorrhea have reached a record high, and women have more cause for concern than men. According to the CDC’s recent STD surveillance release, the U.S. has seen a sharp increase in the number of STD cases from 2013 to 2017, salient
Dear E. Jean: I’m a professor at a small liberal arts college. During a very tempestuous four-year relationship with a scientist, I had sex with his colleague, and he retaliated by having sex with my best friend, so we broke up. Only problem is he’s now getting married, and we’re still talking on the phone
Paramount Pictures + Forrest Gump As if the fresh hellscape that is modern day dating isn’t exhausting enough, here’s a fun treat to destroy any last shred of hope you might have for single men: a man in Los Angeles dubbed the “Dine and Dash Dater” is accused of ditching a string of women he
Dear E. Jean: I’m so embarrassed! I saw my coworker’s penis. We have small, private-room bathrooms where I work, and I opened the door without knocking and walked right in when he was urinating. I screamed, “Sorry!” and ran out. When he reappeared, he was extremely red, and neither one of us brought it up.
The wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle was the blockbuster romcom of the season. It had a viewership —29 million—that would make John Hughes blush. It had a fairy-tale princess—literally—romance, and a classic girl-meets-guy-with-British-accent story arc. Don’t forget the aw-shucks Hollywood close-up: Prince Harry, standing googly-eyed at the altar as his freckled bride-to-be approached.
Okay everyone, buckle up, because this might be the most insane wedding story you’ll hear this year. On Saturday, one Twitter user, @0lspicykeychain, tweeted screenshots of a status she saw shared in a wedding shaming group on Facebook. (To clarify, a wedding shaming Facebook group is exactly what it sounds like—a place on the internet
Dear E. Jean: How can we—I’m including most of my girlfriends in this question—be powerful, successful women and date not-as-successful men? Is it possible to maintain our femininity and earn more money than men and somehow not emasculate them? My girlfriends and I are struggling with this. I think I just lost the love of
Dear E. Jean: My boyfriend made the following series of remarks about my high forehead: “I thought you were balding.” “I’m telling you about it so you can fix it.” “Your hairline is abnormal; I don’t like it.” I finally broke down crying for a day and a half. He apologized. I accepted, but the
Dear E. Jean: I’m second-in-command of a major municipality, sit on several boards, volunteer my few extra hours a week, and enjoy a whirlwind social calendar. (I was recently described as “the Queen of the Political Scene,” a label I found comical because I was Piggy in my Lord-of-the-Flies-high-school social order.) I’m 29, popular, and
“Let me see the ring!” It’s the age-old insistence that family, friends, coworkers, and even strangers make after one announces their engagement. But not everyone’s on the bandwagon: some millennials are spending less on engagement rings while others are erasing the word “engagement ring” from their vocabulary completely. So, what it’s like for those people,
Virgo Season is underway from August 23 to September 22, 2018 as the Sun hunkers down in the virgin’s decorous domain. Time to Konmari your sock drawer, Google every minor ache, scrub down all surfaces with industrial-strength anti-bacterial spray…right? Well, no. While Virgo energy can be discerning and systematic, it is one of the most
Dear E. Jean: I’m thriving in NYC at a snazzy new job, and last night I returned from a week at our San Francisco office. Tired and jet-lagged, I ordered a bottle of bourbon from the local wine and spirits store. The delivery boy was hot—a wiry, tattooed bike messenger type with David Bowie cheekbones
Forty of America’s wokest men are sitting in a circle on a mountaintop in Ojai, California. Many are wearing AllBirds and joggers, taking notes in their Moleskines. The only woman anyone notices is Esther Perel, the 60-year-old, sun-tanned couples’ therapist in jeans, a spaghetti strap top and platform sandals. Advertisement – Continue Reading Below “Masculinity