I’m a 31-year-old man and my
girlfriend is 28. We’ve been in a monogamous relationship for four
years. Recently we’ve been doing the long-distance thing, and we’re
going to be doing it until I can move from Canada to the United States.
This is our problem: She brought up the idea of an open relationship
until I get down there. I said okay—trying to be GGG—and 24
hours later called back and reneged.
Dan, I can’t stand the idea of another
guy with her. I can’t. I trust her and I believe that she would only be
after the sex—but the idea of another guy doing anything to her
drives me nuts. I’ve read that open relationships just don’t work for
some people. But I also believe in being able to improve yourself. Is
my jealousy a negative trait that I can get over?
Help me be modern!
Confused In Canada
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some people. But I also believe in being able to improve yourself. Is
my jealousy a negative trait that I can get over?
Help me be modern!
Confused In Canada
Help you be modern, CIC? But there’s nothing
premodern about your feelings, no area where you require “improvement,”
nothing you need to get over.
Look, kiddo, there’s a difference between
being a jealous asshole and being a self-aware sex partner. Asking your
girlfriend to remain monogamous until you get your ass down to the
U.S.? That’s just stating a sexual preference, if I may repurpose that
phrase. A sincere desire to be your girlfriend’s one and only sex
partner should not be confused with something as base as jealousy.
Jealousy is not trusting your girlfriend when she’s out of your sight;
it’s flipping out when other men notice her; it’s making furious and
baseless accusations of cheating. Jealousy is
controlling/manipulative/abusive behavior masquerading as insecurity.
Jealousy is a poison. And you’re not jealous, just monogamous.
Open relationships are
great—ahem—but they’re not for everyone. Some
folks aren’t built to share a sex partner, don’t want to share, and
consequently shouldn’t share. We’re talking sex partners here, CIC, not
large pizzas or pot stashes—a reluctance to share is not evidence
of a character flaw. Yours is an alternate lifestyle choice, CIC, one
that, while I don’t fully understand, I do fully support.
My boyfriend has recently confessed
an interest in gaining weight and has asked me to explore this
kink. He wants me to feed him during sex, and encourage him to gain
weight. I love the man too much to care if he gains a little weight,
but I don’t think he’s interested in gaining a little. I would love to
indulge his kink, but I don’t want him to bite the dust at 40 from some
obesity-related disease. Before I turn down his request, I wanted to
ask you if you might have any ideas as to how this kink could be played
out in a way that keeps us both happy and healthy.
Thanks.
Don’t Want To Kill Husband
Material
Feed him carrots.
I am a 25-year-old straight woman
who recently got out of a monogamous relationship. He developed
herpes symptoms for the first time a year into our relationship and I
believe him when he said he hadn’t cheated. Presumably it had been
lying dormant or his first outbreak was so small he didn’t
notice.
Unfortunately, that relationship has now
ended and I find myself not knowing how to deal with future partners.
I’ve never had any symptoms and we were pretty careful (condom use, no
sex during his outbreak) once we discovered the issue, but we had been
having unprotected sex for about a year before the outbreak and condoms
are not 100 percent effective anyway. So do I tell future partners in
advance that I’ve been exposed and risk scaring them off over a disease
I don’t seem to have? I have been having nightmares about having
terrible outbreaks and about spreading the infection, but I don’t know
if that’s an overactive guilt complex or what.
I have no idea how to handle this. I
want to be responsible, but also not cause myself a huge amount of
stress and possibly heartbreak. Help please? I’m tired of crying all
the time.
So Sad Always
First, SSA, you might want to get
tested—you do know you can get tested for herpes,
right?—and find out, for sure, if you even have herpes. For info
go to www.plannedparenthood.org.
If you do have herpes, SSA, I would
encourage you to be open about it—all of it, SSA. Not just your
exposure and the fact that you haven’t had a single outbreak, but also
the odds that the person with whom you’re sharing this info has herpes
himself. One out of every four adults has herpes and most of
us—because we’ve never had an outbreak or didn’t notice the one
mild outbreak we may have had—aren’t even aware we’ve got it.
But here’s the best reason to disclose, SSA:
for your own peace of mind. You’re going to want to make this a
nonissue as you head into a new relationship, and the only way to
accomplish that is through disclosure. If you don’t disclose, you’re
not going to enjoy your new relationship because you’re going to be
stressing out the whole time about whether or when your new partner is
going to have an outbreak.
Bottom line, SSA? You don’t want to date
guys who are hysterics about herpes—you don’t need that kind of
stress, either—and, averages being what they are, sooner or later
you’ll find yourself having the talk with a cool guy who already knows
he’s been exposed.
I’ve been married for eight years
to, and have two kids by, my wife—she thinks I’m a great guy.
But she has a tremendously low sex drive (once a month is good for her)
and mine is fairly high (three times a day would be perfect). At the
end of the proverbial day, though, I used my wife’s low sex drive as an
excuse for fucking around.
This isn’t a sex question, but a
relationship question: I finally had that moment of clarity, realized I
was jeopardizing a great family life for some extra pussy (or manpussy,
depending on the hookup), and decided I was done cheating. Problem is,
the last woman I slept with e-mails me a few weeks ago and tells me
she’s pregnant. I need to tell my wife, obviously. Is there any way to
tell her this without completely losing her?
Dumb Tool
I don’t have any magic words for you, DT, as
there’s no way to say “Honey, I knocked someone else up” without
risking the end of your marriage. Drop the bomb, get your asses into
couples counseling, try to stay together for your kids’ sakes, and when
the new kid arrives, get a paternity test—and a vasectomy too,
DT, just in case you’re ever tempted to stray again.
And please don’t call call it “manpussy,”
DT, unless you’re trying to wreck my love life, too.
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