No More Mr. Nice Guy

... my panties in his pocket and just knowing this makes me want him even more. The reason our relationship ended, though, was that he’s very committed to his job, which leaves little room for marriage. Thanks to my mini midlife crisis, I think I fucked up a good thing. I have someone now who I could be in a committed relationship with, but it’s sexually unsatisfying and suddenly I could give a rat’s ass about a “significant relationship.” The question I have for you is this: How much weight should a person put on good sex in a long-term relationship? I can’t imagine having to masturbate for the rest of my life just to end up with Mr. Nice Guy. What should I do about this mess? An Unmarried Woman How much weight the average person should place on good sex in an LTR is irrelevant, AUW. The relevant question is how much weight you should put on good sex in your LTR. And your slutty, slutty actions of late reveal the answer: shitloads. You’re dating a nice, funny guy who treats you well—he’s marriage material!—but the sex is so lousy you’re cheating on him with your non-marriage-material ex. So what have we learned about ourselves in our current relationship, AUW? That you’re the type of person who will cheat on a nice, funny guy if she feels deprived of good, hot sex. Therefore it would be in your best interest—and your future husband’s best interest—to be with a guy who isn’t merely nice and funny, but also good and hot. Wouldn’t you agree? So here’s what you need to do about this mess: Provided you’ve told Mr. Nice Guy you’re not satisfied, introduced him to a few of your kinks, and given him pointers on how you like your pussy eaten, all to no avail, then it’s time to dump the motherfucker already. He needs to find a woman who isn’t interested in hot sex, or thinks the sex he enjoys is hot, and marry her. If you’re still interested in an LTR and your hot ex isn’t, you need to stop fucking your ex and pour that energy into finding a nice, funny man who is marriage material and great in bed. They’re out there. I’m a 42-year-old gay man with a superhero fetish. Like a lot of fetishists my age, I assumed I was alone until the internet came along. I’ve since met several times with like-minded guys for costumed roughhousing and bondage. The first time I did it, it was incredibly hot, but since then, it’s felt like something’s missing. Even when they’re sexy and friendly, it just feels lacking somehow. At times, I even feel a bit ridiculous. (Given that I’m a white-collar professional pretending to be a Lycra-suited crime fighter, I’m sure it’s not much of a stretch to see why I feel silly.) So my question is this: Am I just being too uptight, or are there some fantasies that are better left to the imagination? Part-Time Batman Some fantasies are better left to the imagination, PTB, but yours hardly strikes me as one of them. A superhero/bondage fetish—always a combo platter, thanks to the frequency with which Lycra-clad superheroes are bound and gagged—is charming and harmless compared to some others. But if acting on your fantasies is making you miserable, PTB, don’t act. I have to say, though, that my superpowers detect a conflict between the person you are in your everyday life (white-collar professional) and the person you are in your erotic imagination (Lycra-clad superhuman), with the former viewing the latter as slightly ridiculous. Perhaps you’ll feel better about acting on your fetish if you accept that there’s nothing wrong with making yourself a bit ridiculous in pursuit of sexual pleasure. Everybody feels a bit ridiculous after sex, PTB, even if they’re not washing spunk out of their Batman costume. Lighten up and enjoy. Your advice to Auntie Mame last week is a pristine example of why I love your column, but I have a quibble! You ended that column by recounting a tragic death and issuing a stern rule: “Never leave a tied-up person alone, kids. It’s dangerous and dumb.” To quote my little niece, that is SO unfair! My boyfriend indulges in my love of bondage all the time. He’s got a sweet face and you should see the muscles on this kid, Dan! They’re exquisite, and they look even MORE exquisite with ropes all over them. I have a deck that’s entirely surrounded by trees—no peeking possible—and sometimes I’ll tie him to a chair or a post out there. And sometimes, once I have him secure, I’ll take off—with him feigning outrage and straining to get loose. When I get back, after taking in a movie or doing some shopping, he’s pumped from his struggling—and horny as hell! The lovemaking is pyrotechnic! Are you really going to order me to give that up, just because two idiots managed to manslaughter somebody? Sincerely Aspiring For Exemption I won’t order you to give that up, SAFE, provided you send me some pictures of your boyfriend tied up. Nevertheless, it’s not safe to leave a tied-up person alone. What if there’s a fire while you’re at the movies? What if while you’re out shopping, the boyfriend panics, hyperventilates, passes out, and falls against the ropes in such a way that restricts his breathing? What if a rabid raccoon gets onto your deck and chews his dick off? You and the boyfriend are free to decide if the risks you’re running are worth the pyrotechnic sex you’re having. You can take steps to minimize the risks—if he’s not hooded or gagged, for instance, he’s at less risk of asphyxiating—but leaving a tied-up person alone always involves an element of danger. If danger is part of the thrill, well, you’re adults and you can do what you like. But let’s be realistic about the risks and potential consequences—which can include manslaughter charges. And I’m glad you appreciated my advice for Auntie Mame, who was concerned about how her brother is treating her swishy 5-year-old nephew. Not everyone did. Letters about my advice for Auntie Mame—and a few about drinking piss—are here. Download Savage Lovecast (my weekly podcast) every Tuesday. [email protected]