As happenstance would have it, one day you might run into that girl you dated sophomore year. Or post-college for a month or two. Or whenever. And after a quick catch-up over coffee, she’ll invite you to dinner. But you’ll just know she doesn’t mean dinner in the traditional sense.
Though food might still be involved, if you remember correctly.
Wait, why did you break up again? Doesn’t matter. You’re both single, and over each other, and she’s got legs till Saturday. This is your moment. Do something crazy. Hell, maybe even call it “closure.” But before you go ahead and bury the hatchet, so to speak, we’d like to set up a few guidelines to help you survive such a risky endeavor unscathed. Besides, we wouldn’t want this to end like last time, now would we?
The Monks are Double: An interview with the gents behind Run of the Mill shop, and those cutaway oxfords that have been making their way around. [SwipeLife]
Plaid in Full: Apartment Therapy surveys the state of plaid in America. [Apartment Therapy]
Home Run: A sharp new watch collection dedicated to, for some reason, Reggie Jackson. [A Timely Perspective]
Nice Try, Firehose: A personal essay offers a glimpse into the private pain of the well-endowed. An excerpt: “I don’t hate my big penis. I just hate what having a big penis means to everyone else.” We've all learned something today. [Good Men Project]
This is the latest installment of The World Cup According to Kempt™, our series on the stuff that really matters at this summer’s tournament in South Africa (kicking off June 11).
Good news for the man you see pictured here, Argentine striker Gonzalo Higuaín: he is allowed to have sex with his girlfriend during the World Cup. This according to team physician Dr. Donato Vallani, who told Radio Del Plata, “The players can have sex with their wives and girlfriends during the World Cup.” The only stipulation is that “it should not be at 2 a.m. with champagne and Havana cigars.”
Vallani apparently does not subscribe to the same theory as fictional boxing trainer Mickey Goldmill, who famously told Rocky Balboa, “Women weaken legs.” It should be noted that Argentina possesses some of the most prolific scorers in the game…
This one is for advanced gifters only, but if you’re intimately familiar with a particular gift-worthy acquaintance—and she’s got an appreciation of carefully considered design—this might be just about perfect.
It’s called the Form 2, and judging by the cleverly cordless charging system, it’s staking out an early claim as the iPod of vibrators. It’s also waterproof and stereophonic (hence the name) and comes with packaging impeccable enough to be a pleasure to unwrap. The first of many, naturally.
The fine folks at the Trojan company—to whom we owe so much—have indulged their inner Kinsey with a survey of American sexual activity, and the results are eye-opening to say the least. Major cities would appear to be in pretty dire sexual condition. Ranking city-by-city, Atlanta takes the crown as the most sexually satisfied city in America, with a 73% approval rating, beating out both New York and Los Angeles. Maybe it has something to do with the Underground?
More interestingly, Houston took first place by volume with an average of 101 incidents of luckiness every year. Atlanta managed 88, D.C. clocked in with 86, and Los Angeles and New York rolled over torpidly and contented themselves with 82 and 80 respectively. It might be time for a PSA campaign.
If his ads are any indication, Tom Ford has seen a lot, so we figure he’s picked up a considerable amount of wisdom along the way.
So we’re glad Details managed to keep him in one place for long enough to dish out some life lessons. The results vary from his morning routine (ice cubes over the eyes) to his unvarying commitment to tuxedos.
The big design revelation is Ford’s distaste for the high-cropped suit jacket…but it makes sense that he wouldn’t much go for the waiter look. As for the sexual revelations at the end, let’s just say he takes swinging very seriously.