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How a New York singleton rediscovered true romance

Sarah Ivens was thriving on her Sex and the City-style single life in the Big Apple when she received an e-mail from an ex-boyfriend she hadn’t seen for more than a decade. Here she reveals why their romantic reunion has changed her outlook on love for ever

By SARAH IVENS
Last updated at 3:42 PM on 13th February 2009

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Sarah Ivens and Russell Moffett first dated while at university

When my second long-term relationship had broken down to an unworkable level of disrespect 18 months ago, I decided I’d rather be alone than lonely in a relationship. I needed to be single for a bit. 

After a five-year marriage, a divorce at 30, and this rebound relationship following shortly afterwards, I needed to recover and regroup. And what better city to do it in than New York, the land of televised, confident single women.

So, at 32, I was a stereotypical singleton, a Bridget Jones wannabe (yes, I’m British, with a fondness for ice cream and big pants, despite living in the Big Apple). It was tough to be on my own again but it was the right thing to do. I was raw with emotion and really – if I’m honest – I wasn’t good for anyone except myself. 

I moved my disappointed heart to Brooklyn and secured an amazing bunch of manless girlfriends to do cocktails with on Friday, chick flicks on Saturday and yoga
on Sunday. 

I travelled the world alone, sailing the Amazon, swimming with sharks in Bora Bora, hiking up Machu Picchu and learning to meditate in Mexico. 

My working weeks were that of a typical New York singleton: late nights in the office, followed by a rushed takeaway in front of the TV or a trip to the gym, then bath and bed. It was lonely at times, but I actually enjoyed putting myself first for once.

It was an ordinary Tuesday. At 12.41pm on 20 May, an e-mail popped into my inbox and my heart started beating wildly, as
it has been doing ever since 

After a few dire dates and dinners, I’d put men very much on the back burner. I wasn’t actively looking for Mr Right, and certainly not Mr Right Now. 

Yes, there were a few niggling questions hanging over me: would I ever have children and would I grow old alone? But I was content. I’d even secured a book deal to write the rather smugly titled A Modern Girl’s Guide to the Perfect Single Life. 

This wasn’t an act. I was glad to be on my own, without the noose of a selfish man tightening around my self-esteem.

And then a romantic thunderbolt hit. Throughout my life, I knew I’d be struck and it would change everything. I knew I’d need an electric shock to make me stop in my single-girl shoes and consider love as an option. Perhaps that’s why I wasn’t filled with the same need for a date as some of my chums.

It was an ordinary Tuesday. At 12.41pm on 20 May, an e-mail popped into my inbox and my heart started beating wildly, as it has been doing ever since. 

Russell Moffett had got back in touch. 

I’d thought of him over the years, and remembered fondly our brief teenage time together, but after hearing he was in a serious relationship, I didn’t pursue him.

Russell was a boy I’d dated aged 19 at university. Well, dated in as much as we hooked up after flirty nights in the Black Griffin pub in Canterbury. I liked his hair (which at the time he wore in a ponytail) and the way he played the guitar. 

Then, after a few weeks, I got shy, he continued getting drunk with his mates and it all went cold. Going to the library (where I had previously hung out, on the off chance of bumping into him) became strictly off limits. At 19, once someone has seen you naked, you’d prefer to never see him or her again. 

Now, 13 years later, here it was. An e-mail. Heart in mouth, I read it five times, then called in colleagues to look at the attached photo (which he’d sent in case I didn’t remember him – as if!). I then forwarded it to my girlfriends from university who would remember my confused nights of Russell musing and listening to the Cure. 

He was now a handsome software architect living in Kentucky, but I could tell from his e-mail he was the same person I’d liked back then: a confident, cheeky London boy. 

I replied immediately, sensing that games were unnecessary and wanting to learn more. Like why had he suddenly chosen to contact me? 

He’d had a ‘life is too short’ moment: his father had been diagnosed with cancer,
and it made him realise the importance of love, life and not being scared to take chances. We e-mailed back and forth until, at about 6pm, he suggested that he call me that evening. 

At 10pm my phone rang and, considering it had been 13 years, the conversation
was easy. He later confessed that if I’d turned into a snotty media type, he was
going to chat for ten minutes, and that would be that. But three hours of banter later,
I was hooked. 

When I got into work the next morning, an e-mail from him was waiting. He was hooked too.

Before we said our first word to each other, we were kissing. Like people do in the movies and you think that can’t really happen. Except it does 

This glorious first week of e-mails and three-hour nightly chats (and an inability to sleep or eat) culminated in me booking a flight the following weekend
to Louisville. 

I called my mum as I was driving to the airport. Far from being horrified that
her daughter was flying 1,000 miles to stay with a virtual stranger in a strange city, she exhaled, ‘Good for you. I’ve
been praying for something like this to happen to you.’

Unfortunately, gaining my mother’s seal of approval didn’t help with my now deafeningly loud beating heart and the stress-induced rash flashing across my cheeks. By the time I boarded the plane, I couldn’t breathe or stop twitching. I was scared, but it was a sense of excitement that was turning me into such a mess.

Landing in Louisville was the most important manoeuvre of my life. Nervously nearing the airport’s exit, I needed to speak to him more than ever. ‘I’m here and I need you to know I’m not always bright red and wobbly. I’m just nervous…’

‘It’s OK, I can see you. And I’m nervous too. I’m going to give you a big hug until we’ve both calmed down.’ 

And there he was. Gorgeous. Better than I remembered. This new revelation produced another physical side effect: a dry mouth. I wanted to be beautiful and witty, yet here I was, the most perfect man I’d ever seen was descending on me and my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I’d love to say being wrapped in his arms calmed me down. It didn’t. But when I glanced up into his eyes, I knew my impulsive behaviour had paid off, because before we said our first word to each other, we were kissing. Like people do in the movies and you think that can’t really happen. Except it does. 

To two ex-lovers who’d travelled the world just to find each other again. We kissed, looked at each other and kissed some more. 

Shocked, I think, at how much things can be so instant – and so right. He too had suffered a few relationships based on games and insecurity, and the instant fondness we felt for each other was wonderful, but coupled with the physical attraction, it was mind-blowing. 

If his first e-mail was the thunderbolt that shook me from my happy singledom, his kiss was the lightning that made me sure he was the One.

By the end of the night, we’d agreed to be exclusive and drunkenly changed our Facebook status to ‘in a relationship’. 

By the end of the weekend, he’d booked his flight to New York for five days’ time. 

By the time a month had passed, we’d said ‘I love you’ and meant it in a way neither of us had ever done before. 

After two months, he proposed – back on Kent University’s campus, in the bar where we first set eyes on each other. 

Yes, it was quick, and I hypocritically admit that if one of my friends had done this, I’d think them foolish. But sometimes you have to go with your gut feeling.

For the first time ever in a romantic relationship, I was my partner’s number-one priority. In the past, I’d played second fiddle to jobs or sisters or friends. It was wonderful to be a true significant other. A unit. 

As thunderbolts
go, I couldn’t ask for a more forceful one – and one that, whatever happens, will change my outlook on love
for ever

It’s now been nine months and I appreciate him more each day. I learn something new every time we talk that makes me 100 per cent sure I will never be single again. 

As Russell wrote in an e-mail last night, ‘I’ve always known you were the one for me, Sarah. I knew it from the first time we met 13 years ago. After I sent the first e-mail in May… I just knew… I just knew you would be mine.’

Our wedding will take place this spring, a year after we reunited, in the Cotswolds. I shall wear a Marchesa dress and Christian Louboutins, and he’ll wear a cream cord suit that I adore him in. But I’d marry him in New York City Hall tomorrow in my gym clothes if our mums wouldn’t kill us. 

This is not about a wedding. It’s about a marriage.

I still can’t sleep. My heart beats so forcefully I think I might collapse every time his name pops up in my inbox and I get funny looks on the subway every morning. I mean, who deserves to look this smiley at 8am in a stuffy train carriage going to work?

We’re both making changes for this to happen, splitting our time between New York and Kentucky. The greatest thing in all of this is that he feels the same way as I do: adored, a little bit mad and scared witless that something out of our control will stop us growing old together.

As thunderbolts go, I couldn’t ask for a more forceful one – and one that, whatever happens, will change my outlook on love for ever. 

People had said to me, ‘When you know, you know,’ and now I know what they were talking about. And I am convinced that my year of being single helped me appreciate true love and gave me the strength to be myself. 

My good fortune should be a lesson to even the most cynical single girl – thunderbolts do exist. Life is hard. But out of the blue, wonderful things can happen. A totally unpredictable person can show up and turn your life around. Never lose hope.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/you/article-1135222/Flames-reunited-How-New-York-singleton-rediscovered-true-romance.html#ixzz0vRgeB9El

autobiography

you think you know me...word on the street is that you do
you want my history, what others tell you WON'T BE TRUE

i walked a thousand miles while everyone was asleep, nobody's really seen my million subtleties

got stains on my t-shirt and i'm the biggest flirt 
right now i'm solo... but that will be changing eventually
Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark
If you want my auto, want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me

i walked a thousand miles to find one river of peace, i walked a million more to find what this shit means

i laugh more than I cry
you piss me off, good-bye

I…think I wanted to make the film because I started to feel like I wasn’t being…um…seen in the light that I wanted to be seen in. Um…I don’t know exactly what light that is but I feel like there were things out there that have been said about me that aren’t completely true or- and not that I care what any of the tabloids and all that says about me but there’s a lot that people don’t know about me that I want them…to know.


What’s weird? Do I know my life is weird?
It's all I’ve ever known. I don’t see it as being weird.

I don’t really like it when they say ‘the comeback.’


I’ve been here the whole time you know. I’ve taken some time out for myself and you know I’ve been recording for a while. I haven’t been completely in the spot light but like I’ve been doing what I’ve always done.

You have good performances, you have bad performances. Not every performances can be a good performance, you know. You’re gonna have some amazing performances and you’re gonna have some okay performances. People can’t always be out there, you know. And there’s times where-where you are. And it’s coming around to be that time.

I’ve been through a lot this year. Well actually the past two or three years and my trust has really been battered. I’ve defiantly grown up, big time. You know, I’m very weary off a lot of things. So you know, I'm very protective of myself.

Sometimes it can get kinda lonely. You’re guarded, you know, you have to be that way otherwise you get taken advantage of and get in situations like I did the past year. I had totally lost my way. I lost focus, I lost myself. I had that type of nature within me that wanted to rebel out. I never wanted to become one of those prisoner people. I’ve always wanted to feel free, and get my car and go and not let people make me feel like I had to stay in my home. I think that was always the part of me that kinda got me into trouble.

I had let certain people into my life that were just bad people, and I was very guarded at first but then I went to a point where I ended up letting them in. Because I was lonely, or whatever the fact, and I really paid the consequences for that, big time. But I just feel like you know, you do something wrong and you learn from it, you move on, but it’s like I’m having to pay for it for a really long time.

I look back and I do not see how I got through that. I sit there and I look back and I’m like‘I’m a smart person’ like, what the hell was I thinkin’?

Everything is coming together right now, and it’s like part off the whole change of what’s going on. So, it’s cool.

I’m ready to make this a really good phase in my life.

Dancing is a huge part of me and who I am. It’s like something that my spirit just has to do. I’d be dead without dancing.

I have really good days where I deal really well and there’s some days where it’s in my face where you’re like; ’Oww, she’s feelin’ it.’ You know, so it’s like, umm, I have really good days and then I have bad days. Sometimes it’s like to much, nobody could deal with some of that stuff like that.


With Justin, he was a part of the magnitude of what I had become, so then when he was gone I was like what am I supposed to do with myself? Do you know what I mean? And I was so young and I was really famous. I would go out just to keep my mind busy, just to keep going, you know what I mean. Just to keep myself so I became like, a go-er, a really busy girl. A party girl.


I think I married for the wrong reasons. Instead of following my heart and like, doing things that made me really happy. I just did it because of the sake of the idea of everything. And um…it just lead me on a weird path. The marrage of Kevin. And when it ended I felt so alone. I didn’t wanna really think about the reality of it. It was like, I’m okay, you know, I can do this; it’s going to be okay. I never really faced it, and I just ran.

Like I was going through so much artificial stuff with my kids and Kevin at the time and he had just left me and I was devastated. People thought it was me like…going crazy, but people shave their heads all the time you know. But it was me just feeling a form of a little bit of rebellion or feeling free; shedding stuff that had happened. I didn’t think it was anyone’s business really.

People think that when you go through something
in your life you need to go to therapy, but for me art is therapy because it's like you're expressing yourself in such a spiritual way. Sometimes you don't need to use words to go through what you need to go through. Sometimes it's an emotion you need to feel when you dance that you need to touch on and the only thing that can touch it is when you move a certain way.

A lot of things that go one with me aren’t right and that is where I get a little jaded. You know, going to a certain place and wanting to get ice cream and like, you know, a certain time of night and wanting to walk down the grove and feeling the crispy air and having a stroll with one of your friends and, you know, those are the times when I’m like, I was I wasn’t famous. So you could feel a part of the people.

At first, it was amazing, the first year or two because it’s like, "I’m a celebrity!" Like the first couple of times when people ask you for autograph it's like such a high, you’re like, "I'm famous!" It didn’t really touch home with me, the whole fame thing, until I was working for six years. I went home and I wanted to just stop. I wanted just for everything to stop and just shut it off and to try to create a new life.

I’m a very private person. Everywhere I go, there’s like somebody there.


I just got a bunchy of dresses, a bunch of cool dresses. I don’t know why I’m whispering. Make it cooler in here.

We’d pack up and we’d take a trip and go. It’s just like spontaneous, excitement, fun things like that.

I use to be a cool chic, you know. And I feel like the paparazzi is taking my whole cool-slang away from me. Like going out and doing stuff and like seeing a guy and hanging out. The way I use to live I was a pretty cool chic, you know. And I’m not really that way anymore.

I love being out of the chair and doing it. I don’t like being in the chair.

I think there is a perception out there that’s not even really me. I think people believe what they read, and what they hear and it's not even really the truth.

I think the majority of the people what me to strive, and do well and do my thing and be powerful. Be a strong woman.


Just, that I’m just like them. I love what I do, I love my babies and I work really hard.

I’ll have a book one day, a good mysterious book.

It's weird, like, you can see the cruelest part of the world, the cruelest part. But then on the other side, you see the most beautiful part. Do you know? It's like you go from one extreme to the next. And they're both worth it because you wouldn't see the one without the other one. But that cruel part is damn cruel and you'll never forget it. But that heaven is heaven. So it's like I've been to both places.

Now I try to avoid situations from the past that may threaten me. I go through life like a Karate Kid.

“Cabeleireiro diz que não há nada de errado com as extensões de Britney”

Após acompanhar a polêmica em torno do cabelo de Britney, devido a alguns cliques feitos por paparazzi em que asextensões de cabelo da cantora ficaram à mostra, a revista People decidiu pedir a opinião de um especialista — o cabeleireiro de estrelas, Ken Paves.

Diversos portais e sites de fofocas questionaram o cabelo de Britney: “Ela está ficando careca?”, “O aplique foi mau feito?”, e o cabeleireiro que possui sua própria linha de extensões e que usa em clientes como Eva Longoria e Jessica Simpson, comentou sobre o assunto:

”A verdade é que é exatamente assim que as extensões são colocadas, porém nós não deveríamos vê-las, simplesmente isso. Existem milhares e milhares de mulheres andando por aí usando extensões de cabelo que são como essas na raiz. A solução é simples, escondê-las. Não é o caso de extensões ruins, foi apenas falta de sorte e um dia de cabelo bagunçado!”

Sobre uma recomendação à Britney, Ken diz “Eu estou mais preocupado com a amiga que aparece atrás dela [assistente Brett], que não avisou sobre o cabelo! Mulheres, ajudem suas amigas a manterem os cabelos arrumados, o seu dia também poderá chegar! Ajudem suas irmãs!”

Via: People

E vocês, concordam que a Brett quem deveria ter ajudado a Britney? 

**** leonardo storch, do bbr, eh um chato. ultimamente ele tem criticado demais a postura de britney e reclamado da equipe. todas estamos cansadas de saber que britney naum esta nem um pouco preocupada com suas extensoes...... por isso ultimamente tenho prefiro o x-britney ao bbr (que tenho acompanhado por 11 anos). o x-britney alem de estar fazendo uma cobertura melhor do que acontece na carreira dela, tem um site com design mais legal, tem lojinha pra comprar coisas fofas e principalmente: tenta ser o mais imparcial possivel. cansada de ler as noticias do bbr com as opinioes de quem esta postando depois. affffffffffff... se brett nao "ajuda" britney, provavelmente eh pq essa naum eh a funcao dela e esta conhece britney melhor que leonardo storch e cia. vou comecar a boicotar esse bbr...

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passei mal

gato mamando na teta da vaca

pra fuder, soh a voz da sandra annenberg

Polônia promove 1ª Parada Gay e provoca protestos

Mais de 15 mil pessoas participaram da Parada Gay em Varsóvia.
Com gestos obscenos, jovens protestaram contra a realização do evento.

Do G1, em São Paulo

imprimir

Participantes marcham durante Parada Gay, neste sábado, em Varsóvia, Polônia. Segundo a agência AP, esta é a primeira vez que o desfile é realizado em uma capital da Europa oriental. (Foto: Alik Keplicz/AP)

Mais de 15 mil pessoas participaram da Parada Gay em Varsóvia. (Foto: Alik Keplicz/AP)

Com gestos obscenos, jovens protestam contra a realização da Parada Gay em Varsóvia. (Foto: janek Skarzynski/AFP)

os poloneses sao TUDO, pqp!!! tostooooo

gente que eu naum gosto as vezes pipocam nas minhas midias, isso me incomoda.

Gaga se inspira em ícones do cinema como Marilyn Monroe para fazer suas makes, normalmente, com destaque para os olhos
Fotos: Divulgação

Make by Gaga

Os produtos e a inspiração de Lady Gaga para suas extravagantes maquiagens

Ela não é exatamente um exemplo de beleza, até porque sua aparência e estilos são normalmente considerados extravagantes demais por boa parte das pessoas. Mas no quesito maquiagem Lady Gaga sai na frente de muitas de suas ‘concorrentes’ na disputa para um lugar no reinado pop.

“Meu ícone na maquiagem, em primeiro lugar, foi a minha mãe. Depois Marilyn Monroe e então Judy Garland porque eu adoro O Mágico de Oz”, comenta a cantora sobre suas influências. E a ligação de Gaga com a maquiagem ficou ainda mais estreita depois que ela desenvolveu um batom para a gigante MAC.

“Eu costumava usar o Pink Nouveau da MAC, mas aí fiz uma adaptação dele mesmo para este que assino, que é o Viva Glam Gaga. Ele é escuro como o Pink Nouveau, mas fica bem no dia a dia”, explica Gaga.

Além do seu próprio batom (R$ 69 na www.sacks.com.br), confira os outros produtos que não saem do nécessaire da nova diva pop.

Sexiest Fantasies Strawberries & Champagne Body Spray

O spray corporal, como o nome já dá a entender, tem fragrância de morangos e champagne e, além de perfumar o corpo, tem função energizante. Na amazon.com, a embalagem de 217 ml custa US$ 6,90, fora impostos e taxa de entrega.

MAC Fluidline in Blacktrack

Qualquer que seja o estilo da make usada por Gaga, se tem um item que ela não abre mão, este item é o delineador. E esta opção da MAC é a favorita da cantora. Aqui no Brasil, o Fluidine pode ser encontrado na loja virtual Sack’s (http://mac.sacks.com.br/produtodetalhe.asp?idproduto=9) por R$ 71.

Face Atelier Ultra Foundation PRO in Porcelain

Não é apenas na música e nas polêmicas que Gaga segue os passos de Madonna. Na hora de escolher a base, a cantora de Poker Face cita como sua predileta a Ultra Foundation PRO in Porcelain, da Face Atelier, marca norte-americana que patrocinou e foi responsável pela maquiagem da Madonna’s Confessions Tour. O produto não chegou no Brasil, enquanto nos Estados Unidos custa US$ 32.  

essa naum paga imposto pra chorar

amigas, atencao kkkk

31 things men wish women would not do on a date

A driving test may be scary, but it’s nothing compared to a first date with a man you fancy. At least you can take a driving test again – and pay someone to give you lessons. But if you fail a date, you’re unlikely to get a second chance.

Allow us to improve your chances of passing first time. Here are 29 offences that could lose you points on your first date – or, if he’s feeling less than generous, land you with an instant Fail.


1. Fail to hide your disappointment when you meet a guy for a blind date. If your eyes start darting from left to right, looking for an escape route, he will know exactly what you’re thinking. (Of course, if you really are disappointed, none of this matters, does it?)

2. Refuse to go for a curry, because you’re “already fat enough.” If you like him, indulge yourself. You’ll score fistfuls of dating points for being good company. If you’re really that worried about what one single curry will do to your thighs, go for a run in the morning.

3. Shrug when he says, “where do you fancy going?” He doesn’t want to make all the decisions. Most of them, just not all of them.

4. Look disappointed when your food arrives.

5. Want to share dessert.

6. Fail to laugh at his jokes. He really, really wants you to think he’s funny, so laugh with him – even if you find his jokes as funny as mould. Men love women who share their sense of humour even more than they love women who can put their ankles behind their ears.

7. Ask, ten minutes into the date, if he’s free tomorrow.

8. Keep checking your phone. You think you’re being surreptitious? When it comes to noticing a woman’s “I’m bored” signals, men suddenly acquire surveillance skills that MI5 would envy.

9. Check your watch. See above.

10. Mention your mum. He’s terrified of her already, so please don’t bring her up unless expressly invited to do so.

11. Mention your ex. Like mentioning your mum, only 10,000 times more damaging. Whatever the context, all your date can hear is: “you’re nice, I suppose, but I’m still so into my ex that I’m actually hallucinating a vision of him right now.”

12. Mention your best male friend. Your date may even perceive this man to be a greater threat than your ex, since your BMF is more likely to be found hanging around your kitchen, and almost certainly plans to marry you.

13. Spend an hour talking about the “really dark time” you went through in your early 20s, and which you don’t like to talk about.

14. Fail to shut up during the film.

15. Fail to ask him any questions about himself, other than questions which are designed to bring the conversation back to yourself (“Have you been to Mexico? I had an amazing time backpacking there in 2005, I...”)

16. Interview him. Yes, be interested in him, but don’t unleash a volley of questions – it’ll make you seem nervous and inexperienced. Give him something to be interested in, too.

17. Gaze at him across the restaurant table. Stop it, you’re scary.

18. Keep interrupting him. Female friends tend to interrupt each other all the time (in girl-speak, it’s called having a conversation), but many men are less tolerant of overlapping babble. If you want him to think you’re listening, let him finish his point.

19. Fail to get his reference to something he mentioned earlier. Gotcha – now he knows you weren’t listening.

20. Cry.

21. Get drunk. A gin or two can help to relax those first-date jitters, but don’t match him drink for drink, however “connected” you think it makes you look. You’ll soon lose all your inhibitions and commit half the crimes on this list, plus several more that we’re not drunk enough to think up right now. (By the way, holding back your hair while you puke does not prove that a man is the love of your life. He’s just being nice.)

22. Play with your hair. OK, let us clarify: a subtle bit of hair-touching (by yourself, of your own hair) is powerful “touch me” body language, and can be very seductive. But if you spend ten minutes twirling your hair around your finger, you may drive your date into a state of irritated rage that he normally reserves for dodgy football referees.

23. Pretend to like football.

24. Swear. The odd four-letter gem can spice up a flowing conversation, but don’t fall back on effing and blinding as a substitute for eloquence.

25. Open a comment with “don’t take this the wrong way, but…”

26. Wear too much make-up or perfume. He’ll wonder what you’re trying to hide – or how many other men in the room you’re trying to pull.

27. Re-apply your lipstick while he’s still in the room.

28. Adjust your bra strap.

29. Tell him he’d look fantastic in a blue shirt. He doesn’t want you to make him over, thanks.

30. Fail to offer to pay your share of the bill. If you’re lucky he’ll want to pay, but at least offer.

31. Ask to share a cab, and then refuse to come in for a coffee at his place. Of course men shouldn’t misinterpret “let’s share a cab” as “shall I go on top?”, but don’t lead him on. If you don’t intend to spend the night, don’t share transport facilities. A few quid for your own licensed cab won’t break the bank, and it could ensure that you get a second date.

2/12?

linda

Strippers ganham mais dinheiro quando estão no período fértil

Vem que tem!

O ciclo menstrual não é muito gentil com a mulher: é inchaço, mau humor, emoções à flor da pele… Mas nem tudo é ruim. Principalmente se você for uma stripper. Pesquisadores da Universidade do Novo México, em Albuquerque (EUA), descobriram que as dançarinas de boates locais recebem gorjetas bem maiores quando estão no período fértil.

18 strippers participaram do estudo (veja a íntegra aqui). Por dois meses, elas registraram seus horários de trabalho, ganhos diários e ciclo menstrual. Entre as 11 mulheres com ciclos normais, o trabalho no período fértil rendeu US$ 70 por hora. Na fase lútea (logo antes da menstruação), foram US$ 50 e, no período menstrual de fato, só US$ 35 por hora. As outras sete tomavam anticoncepcionais e, por isso, não tiveram pico nas gorjetas em nenhum período, além de, no geral, ainda ganharem menos do que todas as outras.

Vários estudos já mostraram que estar no período fértil torna a mulher mais atraente aos marmanjos. Só não se sabe ainda como a mensagem é transmitida. Tem cientistas que dizem ser pelo cheiro (já até falamos sobre isso por aqui), mas outros sugerem que os níveis de estrogênio (que bombam nesse período do ciclo menstrual) podem influenciar a forma como a mulher se movimenta, incluindo como ela anda e, aham, dança. E quem ganha é o bolso.

http://super.abril.com.br/testes/teste-amor-qual-seu-par-ideal-552197.shtml

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O tipo mais aventureiro e inquieto. Exploradores são criativos e têm sede de aprender sobre assuntos variados. Impulsivos, não gostam de rotina e por isso seu par ideal são outros exploradores, gente que topa sair se aventurando pelo mundo com eles. Exploradores costumam ter muita dopamina no cérebro.
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