Advice

On a forty-something fuck buddy.

For over a year, I’ve been sleeping with a much older man. We’re not dating, we’re not great friends, we’re just fucking. The sex is fantastic, and he’s a good person, so up until this moment I have been delighted with the situation.

Recently, though, it’s not as much fun. I’ve been trying to figure this out, and I think it’s because I don’t have much control. This might sound ridiculous, but if I wanna bone, I have to wait until he can fit me into his schedule, which can take days (sometimes, it’s taken weeks). When I asked him about it, he was surprised I brought it up, and while he recognized that it wasn’t cool to make me wait around for him, he didn’t like the idea of me being with other guys — this is not surprising, the surprising part (to me, at least) is that I agreed with him.

So what the hell is going on with me? I’m 24, which is young in many ways, but I’m pretty in control of my world. Why am I waiting around for this guy to be available just so we can fuck? If there’s no agreed-upon attachment, I should acknowledge that being “exclusive” with him is a joke. And more importantly, why do I even want to wait around for him? We have a great vibe when we’re together, but when we’re not, there’s nothing missing from my life. So why can’t I figure out how I feel about this guy and move on? Am I into him without realizing it, am I digging the sex so much that I don’t want to let it go, or am I just being dumb?

I dunno. Maybe you should ask your dad what to do? Oh wait, lemme guess. He was never around for that kind of thing.

Yeah, that’s right. I said it. You’ve got daddy issues. Not major ones. Just enough for this dude to slip under your skin and turn into a thing.

How about you step back and realize that you’re the young hot one and you don’t have to wait around for this fucker to fit you into his schedule. Sure, you like his attention when you get it, but a forty-something fuck buddy isn’t worth this kind of headache.

Break it off. Find someone new. You don’t need to be mind fucking yourself, and you sure as hell don’t need to be anyone’s mid-life crisis.

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Advice

On a death in his family.

Dear Coquette,

My long-distance boyfriend’s grandfather just passed away.

The funeral will be this weekend and is located about three hours away from where I currently live. He will be there for it. I do not have plans to see him again for two more months, at which time I am supposed to be moving in with him. I volunteered to come and be supportive and yes, get to see him briefly. He apparently asked his mom if I could stay with them for the weekend and was denied by her saying it should only be family. He told me not to come.

I had mentioned beforehand that I did not have to stay the weekend, and in fact, could only come for the day, but that was not discussed as an option by him.

I feel kind of like a bitch for being a little upset about this. However, we are both in our 20s and we are pre-engaged (as in, we went shopping for an engagement ring a little bit ago). I feel like that should result in me being treated like more than the casual slut he is screwing by his mother. He could have at least tried to persuade her. I still get though that it is an awkward situation and I don’t want to intrude on their family time. I don’t get how that means I can’t even come up for a few hours to have dinner or something.

Is this even a question? I don’t know anymore. Help.

No, this is not a question. Let’s just pretend you were venting. That way, I won’t skewer you for being a thoughtless, self-centered little twit.

If you had any class and grace at all, you’d offer your condolences and shut the hell up. His parents are dealing with the loss of a father. They are going through an extraordinarily difficult time, and you don’t need to be adding even the slightest bit of static to the situation.

Don’t for one second make this about your needs or your ego. In no way should you expect him to try and persuade his mother of anything right now. You have no business expecting an invitation, much less inviting yourself. You are not part of the family, and at this rate, I doubt you ever will be. 

That’s right, kiddo. Pre-engaged? If only you knew how ridiculous that sounded. You aren’t pre-engaged. You’re in a frighteningly insecure long-distance relationship with a mama’s boy who took you to the jewelry store at the mall one time just to shut you up.

Take this whole situation as a massive clue. Your boyfriend’s mother doesn’t know about you, or she doesn’t like you. Either way, you are grossly overestimating the status of your relationship, and if you don’t back the hell off both your boyfriend and his family, I guarantee that ring is never gonna make it on your finger. 

Be cool, and quit assuming that your self-proclaimed pre-engagement entitles you to squat.

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Advice

On crazy girls and second chances

OK, so I love this guy. We have tried dating, but I went crazy on him. More than once. Now he refuses to date me but still insists on hanging out and telling me that he cares and wants me in his life. My friends say he’s a jerk and that I should move on. I simply can’t! Whats a crazy girl to do?!

This right here is the reason I should start my own consulting firm with the mission of helping bitches turn crazy into wild. I’d call it Booze & Company, and I’d bill by the hour.

Seriously, girl. If I knew the flavor of crazy you unleashed on him, I could whip up the antidote in no time. In lieu of knowing just how nutter-butters you really are, let me just give you some generic advice.

The relationship started as a romantic one, and it will continue to exist as a romantic one. That means you can afford to stop getting caught up in the labels. Dating. Not Dating. It’s complicated. Who cares?

The Facebook status of your relationship is far less important than the foundation upon which it is established. You need to take a step back and recognize that you’re still in what amounts to a prolonged, awkward negotiation phase over the terms of the relationship.

Your negotiating position is significantly weakened by all the crazypants you’ve been wearing, but he still cares. He still wants you in his life. If you pull it together, you can still salvage things.

Now, my guess is whatever whack-job thing you did to freak him out was the result of garden variety jealousy based on even more garden variety insecurity on your part. You love this guy, after all. It scares the hell out of you, and as a result, you get a little tweaked.

Well, at the end of the day, this has to become an exercise in embracing your vulnerability. Your vulnerability is the dark and sticky part that terrifies you, and if you want this to work, you’re gonna have to get all warm and cozy with whatever it is at your core that brings out the batshit. After all, batshit is just a couple ingredients away from gunpowder, and if you know how to handle it, you can take over the world.

Embracing your vulnerability is the extra ingredient you need right now to turn the part of you that’s a weakness into the part of you that’s powerful. Coming to terms with your underlying insecurity is the difference between crazy and wild. It’s what turns a jealous nature into an adventurous one.

Thing is, I can’t really tell you how to do that. It’s for you to figure out. One thing to keep in mind, though. This relationship isn’t going to last forever. It will putter along for a while, and you guys may even be quite happy for a time, but this isn’t gonna be the guy you marry or anything.

I’m not saying that to be mean. I’m only saying that to add a little perspective to the proceedings, because ultimately, the goal here should be for you to embrace your vulnerability for your own sake, not for his.

Good luck, babe. I hope you turn that crazy into wild.

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Best-Of Advice

On unexamined monogamy

My girlfriend and I have been together for six months, and it’s a great relationship. She had to travel overseas for three months for work purposes, and I’m stuck at home without enough money to travel. She’s been gone for more than a month already, and it was all fine up until recently.

She was caught out by an overseas friend of mine being kind of flirty in public. Every day for the last week or so, my girlfriend tells me she’s so horny and doesn’t think she can last the length of her stay without cheating; it’s “so hard” and “the distance is getting to me, so hard.” She tells me how guys approach her in clubs and try to sleep with her, but also makes it out that I should be proud of her for saying no to them.

She has a history of sleeping around while over there and not in a relationship, and saying “no” to guys is something new to her. I give her credit for that. I also admit she’s one to usually get what she wants, when he wants, thanks to a rich mother and forgiving father, and now’s a time where she can’t get all of that without hurting me.

However, it still messes with my head. I’ve spoken to two of her friends that have since became my own, and they’re disappointed in her. I’m sorry if this is long, but you seem great with advice. What options are available for me? Is she doing a normal thing? Am I right to be so cut up by it?

This isn’t about you being right or her being wrong, and this certainly isn’t about doing the normal thing. This is about coming to terms with your petty jealousy, addressing her potential lack of integrity and recognizing that you’re in a self-made prison of unexamined monogamy.

Having sex with other people while you’re in a relationship doesn’t always have to be cheating. So many people are in a constant struggle — to cheat or not to cheat — and it never occurs to them that in order to cheat, they have to accept a set of rules before they can break them.

Why accept the rules? Why not make your own? It’s so much healthier to simply reject the underlying assumption that monogamy and fidelity are interchangeable concepts. They’re not.

Yes, that’s right. Monogamy and fidelity are not the same thing.

It’s such a simple statement, but there is so much freedom in it. Being true and faithful in a relationship has no inherent connection to how many sexual partners you have. The connection is self-imposed.

Why do you care if your girlfriend has sex while she’s overseas? Why should she care if you do the same? What are you proving to each other by not having sex for three months? That kind of behavior isn’t strengthening your relationship. All it seems to be doing is building resentment and mistrust.

What am I suggesting here? Well, it’s not all that salacious. Really, it’s about integrity and strength — the integrity to be totally open and honest in a relationship, and the strength to allow yourself and your partner to pursue happiness wherever it may be found.

Obviously, your girlfriend shouldn’t be having any love affairs while she’s away, but physical and emotional intimacy are completely different than getting your rocks off. Come on, dude. You’re not a doe-eyed grade schooler. I shouldn’t have to tell you this.

Take some time to re-examine your romantic fundamentals. Lust isn’t love. Flirting isn’t intimacy. Sex isn’t passion. As long as you two keep the love, intimacy, and passion to yourselves, do you think you can handle letting her have a little lust, flirting and sex when you’re not around?

If not, that’s fine, but understand that the reasons matter. You aren’t talking to me about your girlfriend being undignified, unsafe or disrespectful. All I’m hearing from you is petty jealousy. You are jealous and insecure in the relationship, and that’s not healthy. Jealousy is a symptom of larger trust issues and fears. Throw in the long distance and a girlfriend with a healthy sex drive, and that’s a recipe for things ending badly.

And come to think of it, this advice goes for all couples, gay or straight, in any combination of girl or guy. There is no double standard here. Fear-based monogamy is a terrible foundation for exclusivity in any romantic relationship. Instead, exclusivity should be based on physical and emotional intimacy.

Of course, sex can be a beautiful expression of both physical and emotional intimacy, but that doesn’t mean it always is. Is your girlfriend looking for intimacy while she’s overseas for work, or is she just looking to get laid? Be honest. You know the difference. Are you being jealous out of deep insecurities? Again, be honest. 

Listen, I’m not saying you should give your girlfriend an international hall pass. That kind of thing is entirely up to you. All I’m saying is that you need to take a step back and open up a dialog with you girlfriend about fidelity, and focus on being true to one another where it really matters.

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Fun-Sized Advice

On fun sized advice

I’ve been dating a girl for 2 months and she wont put out. Help.
Help what? She doesn’t have to put out. You don’t have to date her.

Any advice for a good girl who wants to become a bad girl?
Uh, yeah. It’s pretty much all I do here. Start reading.

My first love is married. My first boyfriend is getting married this weekend. I’m 22. What the fuck.
Yeah, no shit. Call me when the girls from your experimental lesbian phase start having babies.

What if you’re wrong, dude?
I’m wrong all the time, dude.

Do you wear your own brand and then pimp it to people, describing it as if you’re just a fan?
Do you suck your own dick and then tell girls how big it is?

Best hangover cure, coketalk style?
Brunch and a bloody mary.

What decent outcome can a Sociology degree have?
A law school application.

If you’re with someone you don’t know too well do you use condoms for blowjobs?
What am I, a Vegas hooker? Fuck no.

When and how did you come out of your shell?
When I stopped giving a fuck in the 8th grade.


What’s the difference between objectifying and finding physically attractive?

Objectification degrades your humanity. Physical attraction, when healthy, celebrates it.

Stop teasing us. You know we’re all wondering where you got that fabulous watch!
Where I got it is my little secret, but if you want one, they’re available at the Coquette Boutique.

How do I find happiness in the present moment?
Smile. No, really. Smile.

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Advice

On your shallow self.

A few weeks ago, my close guy friend and I hooked up under very drunken conditions (it was St. Pat’s, sue me). Now we’ve started hooking up on a regular basis and it seems like it might go in a dating direction. He’s nice and sincere and nerdy and considerate and awesome, I mean I’m friends with him for a reason. On top of that, the sex is fun and great. BUT, in the harsh light of day, I just don’t know if I think he’s that attractive. My shallow self thinks I can do better, that I’m cuter than him, etc.

Should I get over my vain self or was it doomed from the start?

Both.

You should definitely get over yourself, but you don’t strike me as the type who’s capable of rising above petty vanity, which is precisely why this shit is doomed in the first place. (I can tell these things. Sue me.)

Go ahead and do your thing for a while. Might as well, ‘cause this ain’t gonna have a happy ending. Now that he’s been elevated to fuck buddy status, he’s not gonna go gently back into the friend zone.

Eventually, you’ll get bored and start acting distant, but since you guys were already close, things will just get sticky and confusing. Eventually, you’ll fuck some random hot guy just to shake things up, and it’ll destroy all trace of your former friendship.

Oh well. Too bad life isn’t a romantic comedy.

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Advice

On losing your illusion

Speaking of losing your sense of direction in life, what’s your advice for a 20-something in those shoes?

I’m a successful, extremely fortunate junior in one of the best schools in the country, and I’m hitting rock fucking bottom. I can’t get out of bed, let alone maintain my academic/professional drive. I have no idea what I want, and no idea how to figure it out.

CT, I’ve begged your help before without answer. No complaints, but this is a biggie. How do I get myself back on track?

You’re not hitting rock bottom. You’re just scared. You’ve only got one more year of formal education before some ivory tower shits you out into the real world, and you’re petrified at what everyone around you says it’s like these days.

You’ve swallowed all the doom and gloom without even chewing, and you’re using it to justify a minor pre-life existential crisis.

You fucking crybaby. Get your ass out of bed, take a hot shower, and show up for class, because nobody cares what you want. Nobody gives a good goddamn if you ever figure it out.

Get laid, get your degree, and then get out there and get on with your life. Along the way, you’d better get used to not having answers to life’s big questions, because there aren’t any. There is no track for you to get back on. Never was.

While you’re at it, take whatever stick you’re using to measure your success and break it over your knee. That kind of success is a mirage on the horizon that will ruin your ability to find happiness in the present moment. It’s an illusion, but one you’re terrified of letting go.

You haven’t lost your sense of direction in life any more than that heartbroken high-schooler. You’ve just lost your motivation in college because you’re paralyzed with fear of the real world.

Thing is, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Just let go of the illusion of your success.

Let it go, dude.

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Advice

On your first heartbreak.

I’m currently going through my first heart break. And, christ, does it hurt. I’m 18, about to graduate as valedictorian and recently got accepted to my dream school, NYU. Last week I was living in ecstasy, and this week I can’t think of anything worse than getting out of bed in the morning knowing that there’s a 65% chance of seeing my ex (what a fucking awful term, ‘ex’). I’ve literally studied/worked my whole life to get to where I am now, so why should I be preoccupied by thoughts of sorrow caused by some asshole who thinks he can make do without me?

I shouldn’t,  I know.

But it’s hard, Coke, I loved the shit out of that boy and I’ve never felt so lost and subordinate in my life.

Do you have any tips for a pitiful heartbroken teen who’s lost her sense of direction?

You’re preoccupied by thoughts of sorrow because you’re a batshit teenager. It doesn’t matter if you’re one of the smart ones, that’s just the way it goes.

Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You haven’t lost your sense of direction. Losing your sense of direction is some shit that happens over time as life wears you down. You’re just a little dazed because you’ve had your ego shattered. At your age, that’s something you can recover from by listening to shitty music for a month.

Not that you want to hear it, but being dumped right now might be the best thing for you. Heartbreak sucks and all, but it’s better to learn what that process feels like now. You have plenty of time to get back up, dust yourself off, and head over to NYU with a bit more emotional maturity under your belt.

Trust me, in New York, having had this experience will be a helluva lot more valuable than the fact that you were valedictorian, so as fucked up as it sounds, congratulations on your first heartbreak.

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On getting shit done

Do I bluntly tell my persistent, annoying, jackass of an ex-boyfriend of 1 year to fuck off, or do I continue to ignore his confessions of undying love sent via text, internet and late night phone messages? Which would be more effective in preventing me from applying for some kind of restraining order?

Fuck it. Go ahead and apply for the restraining order. Download the form off the internet and fill it out. Don’t bother with the courts, though. If you wanna get shit done for free, just send a copy of the completed application to your ex boyfriend’s mother with a little note attached letting her know you’ll be filing it if her son so much as dials your phone number one more time. I guarantee you’ll never hear from the pathetic douche again.

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On redneck in-laws

Dear Coquette,

I’ve been dating a guy for about two years now.  We’re both 24.

Anyway, I went back home with him a few weeks ago to spend the weekend with his family for the first time. They’re nice people, but I was immediately struck by what I guess you might call class differences. My house is filled with books, instruments, art, etc. I was raised by two Ph.D.-earned university professors. I grew up in an extremely intellectual and pretentious environment.

His parents barely graduated from high school. They hunt for recreation, and their entire house is camouflage-themed and there is taxidermy all over the place. There’s no books anywhere in the whole house.

I love my boyfriend, and I know we’re intellectual equals. For God’s sake, we both went to the same really prestigious university and majored in the same thing. 

The only problem: He and I are really serious, and when I think about having kids with him, I feel great — but then I think about raising our kids with his family environment, whose activities are more geared towards drinking Busch Light in front of the TV than reading Euclid in its original Greek, like my family.

Is it stupid to be worried about my boyfriend’s family and how it might affect the future intellectual stimulation/class of our kids?

Any advice on dating someone who seems to come from a lower caste?

Be blunt. As you usually are.

You do know that ‘pretentious’ is meant to be a pejorative, don’t you? Not that you don’t sound pretentious, because you certainly do. Quite frankly, you sound like an arrogant little twit. That’s fine, I suppose. It’s clearly how you were raised, what with all those Ph.D.s laying around the house in their original Greek.

It’s a shame Euclid never wrote about American socioeconomic stratification, because then you’d realize how tacky it is to refer to your boyfriend’s “lower caste.” We don’t have a caste system, and to imply otherwise is to demonstrate either ignorance or insensitivity to the nature of class structure in this country.

You are not a member of an elite caste. Your boyfriend is not an untouchable. He just comes from a family of bookless, beer-swilling hunters, and you come from a family of pretentious, Ph.D.-earning professors. Aside from its potential as a cheesy sitcom premise, there’s nothing all that remarkable about your circumstances.

You are way too focused on class here. I promise, your kids will not be born with little baby mullets. They will merely have two hilariously different sets of grandparents, and that’s a good thing. The real source of friction over the years will be your arrogance toward the in-laws.

You’ve got to get it out of your head that they are lower than you. Are they less educated? Sure. Are they less sophisticated? Sounds like it. Does that make them somehow beneath you? Hell no. Don’t forget that whatever their faults, they managed to raise a son whose upbringing led him to the same prestigious university as you.

When it comes to your potential in-laws, there are only two questions that you need to ask yourself. Are they good people, and is their son someone with whom you are genuinely compatible? If so, you’ll be fine.

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