dating dispatches

Wait they were having sex while driving? How does that even work?

If you're blessed with such a unique gift, isn't it wrong not to share that gift with the world? And make seven figures off of it? Hazel Jones of the U.K. doesn't think so, as she's declined offer from adult entertainment company Vivid of a first-class trip to L.A. and a million dollars to explore all the possibilities of the twin caves in her southern hemisphere.

You know, her Double Dipper. Her Double Your Pleasure. Her Two For The Show. Her Double Trouble. Her It Takes Two. Her Thing 1 and Thing 2. Her Double Header. Her Double-O Agent. Her Pink Taco Combo Platter.

I got a million of 'em!

At first a traveling exhibit of donated items, the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb, Croatia, strives to be a monument to the emotional impact of lost love. It has all kinds of relationship relics, from clothing like the wedding dress from a failed marriage and bras of ex-lovers (above), to more bizarre items like a bowl that a boyfriend insisted his lady use to make bread to appease his fetish, and an axe that a jilted boyfriend used to chop up his former lady's furniture (therapeutically, of course). The museum sends traveling exhibitions out every so often, so this mausoleum of forever alone might be coming to a venue near you soon! You can even add to the show!

And the winner of "Best Breakup Recovery Ever" goes to...

The fact that Fifty Shades of Grey is pornographic is really the least of its problems.

This girl added insult to cancer-injury by demanding that the guy she broke up with (JUST because he had cancer, mind you) still give her the $8,000 tickets to the big game. Bad form, madam, bad form.

There are lots of reasons to be attracted to somebody, but how about smell? New Yorker Judith Prays has invented the Pheromone Party, where partygoers are able to use their smelly shirts to get someone's attention.

At the first one in 2010, forty people were invited, and were all told to wear the same shirt to bed for three nights, without any perfume or deodorant. Everyone brought the shirts with them to the party, which were then put in plastic bags and color- and number-coded. Guests sniffed the various shirts, and if they found one they liked, their picture with the shirt would be projected and that shirt's person would have a green-light to initiate conversation.

The initial party was apparently a huge success, with 12 of the 40 people "hooking up," and half of those beginning long-term relationships. So the next time you're trying to pick someone up at the club, just bring an old dirty shirt and throw it at whoever you think is cute. Same thing, right?

(pics via the 2010 website of The Pheromone Party)

After some 60 years of sex research, science-type people are unable to definitively locate a "G-spot." (did you know it's named after a dead German gynecologist? think about THAT during your next sexy times) They're not saying that any and all stimulation is all mental or faked though (except for your girlfriend, OHHHH BURRRRRN). Rather, pleasurable sensation comes from several different structures converging, and there's not a special, particular erogenous gland tucked away in there. I'm sure the test subjects were very happy to assist with studying orgasms.