It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Keeping a Secret,” who got pregnant by her boyfriend of four months while practicing the rhythm method as their only birth control. “I don’t want to burden him with this pain,” she wrote, “and I feel that I’m responsible for the mess I’m in right now since everything leading to it was my decision. I want to act as if this never happened but I’m afraid if this man does end up being the person I marry, I may regret keeping it from him for the rest of my life.” I/we tried to tell her that her boyfriend was as responsible for the pregnancy as she was, and it wasn’t her job to protect him from the “burden.” After the jump, find out whether she decided to tell him or not. Keep reading »
Why would a man bother hiring an escort when he can get a girly-nerd to play Halo for a tenth of the price? A new social gaming and chat site called GameCrush combines sexy ladies, video games and web cams, a combination which can be yours for a mere 60 cents per hour. If he “meets” his new game-loving gal pal in the GameCrush section called “The Edge,” though, anything goes. Keep reading »
You know the saying, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
But when does a casual series of drinks and meeting up at parties become a deeper entanglement of feelings, fascinating discussions about the origin of childhood scars and trips to the grocery store for toilet paper and dish detergent? To use the parlance of our times, when does a hook-up evolve into a relationship? Read more … Keep reading »
Since I work out in a boxing gym and am one of the only girls there, I always try to keep my head down, work hard and not engage too much with the guys, some of whom have serious boundary problems. So, a few weeks ago, when one of the trainers said, “So, what’s your boyfriend’s name?” I quickly responded, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Unfortunately, this guy was persistent and asked, “Why not?”
After a few moments, filled with “well … um” and “uhh…,” I decided to tell him, even though it meant we were going to have to talk for a bit longer than I wanted to. “I’m gay,” I said. “I have a girlfriend.” Keep reading »
This November, I’m moving in with my boyfriend, and it will be my third time living with a significant other. Needless to say, the first two times didn’t work out. At 22, my first love moved into my already furnished apartment; we split soon after. Later, at 25, my ex and I signed a lease for a one-bedroom in upper Manhattan. We had basically no furniture, so we embarked on an adventure to the Ikea in Paramus, New Jersey. That was the beginning of our demise. Keep reading »