You rarely answer questions of etiquette in your column, unlike so many of your advice-giving peers. Here’s one for you: I’ve been in a casual sexual relationship with this girl for about four months. (Two months ago we talked about it, reaffirming that all either of us wanted was the casual sex.) I’ve grown weary of it, though, and am ready to move on. What’s the appropriate way to end this affair? Can it be done over e-mail? The phone? Or does having my dick inside her for a quarter year earn this woman the right to be broken up with in person? –Wanting Out
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The pool of women willing to have NSA sex is relatively small, WO, and many of these women are friendly with each other, gathering in stylish bars and restaurants to compare notes and swap terribly amusing stories about their sex partners. The relatively remote chance that this woman is friendly with another woman with whom you may want to enjoy casual sex in the future, WO, requires that you end things over the phone, at the very least, or in person.
My girlfriend and I are very happy. We have fun and do kinky stuff in the sack. I have just one complaint about our sex life. When it comes down to her coming, she gets on top and grinds. Now when I say “grind” I mean she sits on me and grinds her clit into my pubic bone. I don’t mind it during sex–in fact I enjoy it–but afterward it feels like I took a few punches to the pubic region. Any ideas on what to do? –Pummeled in My Pubes
Maybe he thought the site was gross too–hilariously gross, and he wanted to save the link to terrify his friends. Or maybe he bookmarked it accidentally. Or maybe he’s actually into whatever was pictured on that Web site. But if he is, RGGGL, he’ll have the good sense to lie because you already threatened him with divorce. Then all you need to do to save your marriage is swallow an explanation that may or may not be true. The ability to swallow a lie is an important relationship skill, RGGGL, and if you haven’t already mastered it, well, there’s no time like the present.
