Q My boss/CEO lives and works in a different city, but most of her mail arrives at my office because it’s the company’s official address. I routinely open mail and packages addressed to her. Usually they contain documents for me to handle or software for me to install, but today I opened a package with her name on it to find something completely different: a pair of vibrating panties.
A Emoticons are never the right answer, ATA. Please make an emoticon-free note of it.
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Now here’s what my amazing sex-advice Spidey sense is telling me: vibrating panties are not a sex toy, ATA. They’re a gag gift. Check your boss’s schedule: any bridal showers coming up? Bachelorette parties? A friend holding a bash to mourn/celebrate a recent divorce?
We work in a very professional environment that’s careful about maintaining a respectful and harassment-free workplace. I’m horribly embarrassed. How should I handle it? I’m inclined to never speak of it again unless she does first. —Jerk From Home
Q I wanted to thank you for drawing so much attention to Sex at Dawn. I’m going to get it as soon as possible so I can better understand myself. I’ve always felt a certain amount of shame because I’ve never had a monogamous relationship. Having been married 14 years (married at 19, which I know is a no-no in your book), I’ve had plenty of temptation and only given in a few times. Those events felt like they were saving my sanity; they never had anything to do with me loving my husband any less. It wasn’t until I started listening to your advice that I realized that maybe I wasn’t the problem. For all these years, I felt like shit because I couldn’t be monogamous. Thanks for clueing me in to evolution, reptile brains, etc. —M
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