I like to carry my own reading with me. At doctor’s offices and various other places where you’re left waiting for unknown periods of time, I’d rather consciously dive into something I’ve been meaning to read anyway than waste time catching up on the latest American Idol and Dancing with the Stars drama. So when I sat down to wait for my car’s oil to be changed, I pulled out the latest issue of Psychology Today and settled in. I’d originally purchased the issue because of the two big features: a piece on love and expectations and a piece on sexual fantasies....