I’ve been together with my boyfriend for about 3 months, I guess not very long, but that’s just the way it is- it had been coming for a couple of months before we actually ‘got together’. Everything is great together, and I love him to bits. He’s not just my lover, but also my best friend, I can talk to him about anything, and I trust him.

The only problem is that in December, I’m moving to Victoria, and he’s going to Western Australia for a job. We’ve decided not to break up, but I’m semi sceptical about long-distance relationship, and was wondering what your view was about them. (Thanks!)

If you’re just in the mood for casual couplehood or if the separation from one another is indefinite, I don’t recommend trying the long distance thing.

If you’ve got something really special, and you’re intimate and open enough to forge ahead with a customized arrangement, then you’ve got a shot. Regardless, you both have to be strong enough for the special circumstances that will inevitably arise.

I say that because I’m in one now. It’s easy for me because I’m predisposed to not giving a fuck, but if you’re a traditionalist you’ll have a tough time going the distance.

To last more than a few months, you’ll need to adjust your notion of fidelity by allowing each other to engage in harmless flirtation and meaningless sex while away from one another.

It may seem crass, but most necessary evils are.

I’m not suggesting you each get a hall pass to fuck indiscriminately. More like a “get out of jail free” card for dealing with consequences to occasional urges.

He’s a guy, after all. Best friend or not, he’s got physical needs, and quite frankly so do you. Repressing those needs will lead to resentment which if ignored will ultimately cause the relationship to disintegrate.

Both time and distance are a factor here. The longer you two will be apart and the further you two are away from one another, the more relaxed the rules need to become.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it also makes the heart grow the fuck up. Be prepared for a brutal learning experience, and if it doesn’t work, don’t be too hard on yourself.

Good luck.

I’ve been seeing this chick for several months now. Great girl in every capacity, I’m extremely happy. With that said, for all intents and purposes, I’ve seen and fucked pretty much everything in the past several years and while it’s slowed down since I’ve started seeing her more seriously, it surely hasn’t stopped. The experience of seeing other girls has shaped exactly what I don’t want in someone – and now I believe that I’ve found exactly what I do want.

Just, it hasn’t slowed me down when at the bars with friends. It’s not even that I want to see anyone else (and, I believe I truly don’t), it’s just so easy to take down quality vagina.Will I ever stop sticking my dick in random girls? How? If I continue at this pace and get caught, I’ll surely ruin a great thing with a great girl.

Are you really asking me how to stop fucking bar skanks? Is this a joke? If this is a prank question, I’m impressed with your ability to write in the voice of a monumental douchebag.

If this question is for real, I encourage you to get a vasectomy and remove yourself from the gene pool.

If I ever overheard a guy purposefully utter the phrase, “it’s just so easy to take down quality vagina,” I would take great pleasure in crushing his ego under my stiletto heel and then wiping it off with the soggy half of my bar napkin.

Don’t worry, fuckstick. Your relationship already came pre-ruined because you are in it.

Sometimes I just want to bitchslap every single one of my friends, and I mean that. I really do. Apparently, being friends with me means that we’re “all in this together.” Including working at the same place and being in the same school clubs. I can’t have any privacy.

I signed up for a club at school that I was genuinely interested in/I could go to blazed without getting in any trouble. After I told my friends I’d signed up, so did they. And now I can’t do shit in the club, nor am I allowed to miss any meetings, because if I do, one of them hounds me for it or rats on me for skipping.

They even followed me to my job. I just got a job as a waitress at a cafe, and about two weeks after I was hired, my friend went and got a job there too. I love my friend, I really, really do, but the lack of privacy is killing me. I can’t have ten minutes alone, nor can I go out and have a smoke without being told on.

What do I do? Am I just being a whiney 16 year old brat, or are my friends mad creepy?

Friends don’t rat, plain and simple. Do these bitches a favor and embarrass the fuck out of them for being a tattle-tales.

Shame them. Be cruel. They need some tough love.

Lay down the fucking law — bitch better light your cigarette and shut the fuck up or you’ll choke her out with her own pigtails.

Don’t ever put up with a rat.

I have bulimia. I know I do, and I know I have a problem. I’ve had this problem since I was thirteen, and I’m seventeen now. The thing is, I think that I’d actually like some help. I don’t like the way I feel right now, and I hate hating myself, if that makes sense. The thing is, I’m afraid of what may happen if I admit that I have an eating disorder. Will I get sent to a hospital? Therapy? I don’t fucking know, and that scares me. I think my friends would be there for me, but I’m afraid of how they’d take it. What would you do, if anything? Am I being totally over dramatic?

First off, you deserve massive kudos for recognizing you have a problem. That alone will insure you won’t be staying in a hospital, so don’t worry, Winona. They’re not gonna go all Girl Interrupted on your ass.

You’re probably looking at some psychological counseling and nutritional counseling. Nothing to fear, really. It’ll probably just feel like one more weekly extra-curricular activity.

Before asking your parents for help, do a little online research about your treatment options. Find a few programs in your area. You may want to start here.

Only spend an hour or two with the research. There’s no need to obsess about all the crap that’s online. Print out a few pages of the most helpful material and plan out a time when you can have a sit-down with your parents. (You can download a ready-to-print resource guide here.)

Bring the stuff you print to the conversation. Trust me on this. It will help answer their questions and immediately alleviate some of their anxiety.

Start the conversation exactly like you started your note to me, “I have bulimia. I know I do, and I know I have a problem.”

The rest will take care of itself.

As for your friends, of course they’ll be there for you, but don’t tell them just yet. Wait until you’re in treatment and talk with your therapist about how best to involve friends with your healing.

Breath easy, sweetheart. You’re gonna get well.

so I hung out with this guy who I like’s girlfriend (with him) and something happened worse then her being a bitch. We had an alpha female moment in the beginning (aka she stared me down for a moment) But, she was really nice to me and complimented my eyes. Wanted to hate her damn it. Anyway, now that I can’t…ahem…morally…ahem… swoop in and steal him, should I just fuck it and get over it? In all honesty, I’m really in it for the nookie, being that I’m in college and a virgin and just want to fuck already.

Why not have your cake and eat her too?

The girlfriend already seems cool, so be straight up with her. Let her know that you respect their relationship, so you’re asking her permission for something a little freaky and fun.

Tell her you’ve always wanted to lose your virginity in a threesome, and that you think they’d be the perfect couple.

If you ask the right way, I think you’d be surprised to find her open to the idea.

College is for experimenting, after all, and for the rest of your life you’d have an amazing story to the question of how you lost your virginity.

It has literally been over 12 months since I last had sex. Right now I’m contemplating ruining my friendships by having sex with them at a party and then having shit get awkward and whatever. So far as I can see it’s either that or continue my steady diet of abstinence. What should I do?

Is is really so hard to fuck a stranger? Quit acting like your married and go have some filthy, no-strings-attached, “What was your name, again?” sex.

So I have been completely in love with this kid for years. After a while, we eventually have become best friends. We have almost dated a few different times now, but it’s an incredibly complicated situation, so it’s never really worked out. We both care for each other very much is what I’m really getting at I guess. Regardless of us being within the title of “best friends” we still hook up quite a bit. Unfortunately right before it happens, or at some point during, he’ll always make some kind of comment like “This is a really bad idea.” I am never the one to start it, he is always the one to start kissing or pulling at clothing what have you, and I usually just go with it. He is very aware of my feelings for him, so I am wondering… what the fuck is up with this? Is he just using me for sex since he knows I’ll be into it, is he pitying me for my feelings, or is he actually attracted to me? It’s not a question of whether or not he’s a complete ass hole, he’s not just some guy I have randomly met, and according to him, I’m the only person who means anything to him at all. I had planned that the next time it happened, I’d stop and be like “whoa dude, what are we doing?” but alas, we were drunk, and it still seemed like a good idea at the time. Help?

There is no help for you. I’m very sorry, but you are totally fucked.

You are in love, and he is not. He has a penis, and you have a vagina.

See where I’m going with this?

Yes, he is using you for sex — but he is not “just” using you for sex. It’s not about pity. He probably does have genuine affection for you, but the timing and chemistry are off.

Stop hooking up with him. You lost your “best friends with benefits” status the second you fell in love. There is a massive imbalance in this relationship, and the sex will absolutely destroy you.

Have a little self respect and exercise a little self restraint. Let him know that the two of you are done fucking. Don’t wait until you’re hot and heavy to pull a “whoa dude, what are we doing?” That’s not cool either. Let him know if he ever disrespects your wishes by taking advantage of your vulnerability, then the friendship is over. Mean it.

At this point, all you’re really doing is managing pain, so pick your poison: falling out of love hurts, but not nearly as much as being in unrequited love.