Q I’m a girl who’s sabotaged my relationship. I was angry; I had complaints. But my real issue was a store of repressed childhood traumas, and I was working it out on the person closest to me, my BF. We had something magical, and I destroyed it. I’m now willing to give 110 percent to fix it.
I’m writing this column on an airplane, and I was totally in the zone when I noticed that the guy sitting next to me was reading the text on my laptop screen. So I wrote this: “HEY! YOU! YEAH, YOU! THE GUY SITTING NEXT TO ME ON DELTA FLIGHT 2360! STOP READING THIS SHIT UNLESS YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO ADD!”
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And what does the guy sitting next to me on this airplane think?
I wouldn’t ordinarily presume to know what’s best for other people, but this boy is starving sexually, emotionally, and spiritually. But my conscience won’t allow me to advise him on navigating the leather scene when I know he’ll use this knowledge to cheat on his boyfriend. I don’t think I can advise him further until he resolves the issue. Do you agree with the advice I’ve given this boy?
“The guy with the boyfriend should do what the other guy, the leather guy, says,” says TGSNTMOTA. “Because the leather guy has a good head on his shoulders, and the guy with the boyfriend should listen to the leather guy and leave the other guy, the boyfriend guy, and see other guys.”
So relax, IWTPOS, because the odds that you’ll be with this girl forever—remember, you’re 18, she’s 18—are slim, and the odds that you’ll meet a girl at some point who’s either into it or can be talked into it are good.
