First, I have a personal question for you: Are you ...
I have a personal question for you: Are you a lesbian? Or, more correctly, since you've repeatedly made it clear that you have sex with men, are you bisexual? I'm asking because most sex columnists these days seem to be gay. So do you go both ways? Or is Dategirl strictly a straight girl?
Next point: In more than one of your columns, you categorized the females of our species as anyone who "pees through hair." Though I'm the male of the species and therefore not the authority that you are, I've seen enough naked women (some of whom have actually peed in front of me) to know that the vagina itself is generally hair-free. When a woman is sitting on the toilet peeing, her pubic hair should be safely out of the range of the trajectory of her urine. But like I said, you'd know about that better than I would. Do you pee through hair?
Marvin
Dear Marvin,
You do realize
Oh waithere's a follow-up letter from Marvin.
Remember me? It's Marvin again. Two weeks ago I wrote you a letter questioning your claim that a woman "pees through hair." I said that based on my own observations, a woman's vagina is "hair-free," that her pubic hair doesn't go down that far. Well, Girl of Date, I blew it on that one. Since last writing you, I've seen three of my lady friends naked, and upon close observation of each one, I could plainly see that her pubic hair went all the way between her legs and all around her vagina (even if it thins out a little down there). And so the average woman does indeed, pee through hair. Please forgive my ignorance. I should have clearly done better "research" before writing you that first letter. Clearly, Dategirl knows best.
Marvin
Marvin, you do know that pee-pee doesn't come out of the vagina, don't you? Urine leaves the body through the urethra. That's the little hole located right in front of the vagina. Technically, as it is an internal organ, the vagina is hair-free. The hair you're talking about surrounding the vagina is actually located on the vulva. That concludes our anatomy lesson for today.
Good on you for convincing not one, not two, but three women to strip down and let you do the gyno examin less than two weeks! And good on them for not submitting to that inexplicably popular form of torturethe full-on pube-wax.
I think it's fairly obvious the Girl of Date is, sadly, the girl of straight. Believe meif I could get it up for the ladies, I'd do so gladly. I'm clarifying only because an acquaintance of mine dated another (male) sex advice columnist who still hasn't told his family (or readers) about his predilection for cock. Personally, I think if you're writing about sex, you should at least be, ahem, straight, about who it is you're putting it to.
Wow. You really betrayed your immaturity. Your advice to that girl in her early twenties who had a 37-year-old interested in her was pretty sad (3/10). For you to think that a 15-or-so year age difference between adults who like each other is a problem, betrays your immaturity at the ways of life.
Yeah, I'm a 42-year-old guy myself (don't look it, thank you very much) and among the women I've dated the last few years, some have been in their early/mid/late 20s, some in their 30s, 40s, andhold on to your hata woman who's 51!
If you find someone you get along with, and maybe even like a lot, focusing on age difference isn't wise. I know many people who adamantly date only people their age and are miserable. If you broaden your horizons, you just might find happiness and, dare I say, love?
In that guy's defense, at least he didn't pounce when she was still a teenager. By being patient and waiting for her to become an adult, and maybe showing his intentions to her, he's displaying maturity, and so is she, by liking him back but still admirably asking for advice.
When you get your maturity, your life will open up. Hope you get it soon.
Bob
Sticks and stones
Ah, never mind.
Any 42-year-old who considers a 22-year-old an adult has obviously never spent any time around 22-year-olds. Trust me. I ride the L train with them daily. Sure, they're cute as shiny little buttons, but adults they ain't.
And we're not talking about some guy who was "interested" in a 22-year-old. We're talking about an adult man who met a cute teenage girl, bided his time until she was of legal drinking age and then, first chance he got, flew into town, got her liquored up, took her back to his hotel room and banged her. A tender May-December love story this was not.
As someone who wastedI mean, spenta large chunk of her twenties involved with someone 12 years older than she and later went on to briefly, and catastrophically, date someone 11 years younger, I think I know what I'm talking about. A 10- or 15-year age gap isn't that big a deal when both parties are over 30. Or even in their late twenties. Earlier than that, they're kids and we geezers and geezettes should leave them to each other.
Oh, and newsflash, Bob: You do look 42. Every single year of it.
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