Here's a hypothetical for you: You've been corresponding with a handsome young man who lives in Paris. You know him through a friend in France, and your friend has vetted him. He has offered to pay more than half of your airfare so that you can visit him in Paris. You've spoken to him on the phone, and hearing him speak to you in French makes your knees weak.
On the one hand, you can't really afford it — and although he's agreed to help you pay, you feel guilty for accepting his help. You're also not working, and once you get a job you won't be able to go. You live with your parents, and you don't know how you'd explain taking a trip when you're technically broke. But if your parents disappeared into thin air, you wouldn't hesitate to go. The trip also might turn out to be a crushing disappointment and a huge mistake. On the other hand, you might be passing up the romantic adventure of a lifetime. And he's just … so … pretty.
Do you go?
Anxious Straight Girl
P.S. I am attaching his photo so you can see why I'm considering this.
Anyone who wants an idea of what this boy looks like is invited to quickly Google "Gaspard Ulliel," turn those blue eyes brown, take a moment to masturbate, then come back and finish reading this column.
OK, ASG, hypothetically … I go.
I lie to my parents. I tell them a friend — someone they know and who'll lie for me — lent me the money and I'm going to go spend a few days in France with my friend (the same one who vetted this boy) before I land a job.
I wouldn't be going at all if a friend hadn't vetted this guy. And I wouldn't go if I didn't have somewhere to stay besides this boy's place. And I would treat our first meeting like any first meeting with a stranger I'd met online: That first meeting would be in a public place; I would let someone know where I was going and who I was with; and it wouldn't be an open-ended date, i.e., I would see him for lunch and have ironclad plans to hang out with other friends later that same afternoon.
I would also go to France with my bullshit detector fully charged. This guy is damn good-looking, for sure, but it's not like there's a shortage of good-looking French girls. So why is he pining away for an American girl he might never meet — I'm a girl in this hypothetical, right? — with so much French pussy at his disposal? Maybe he's so smitten with me that French pussy won't do … or … maybe he's a socially maladapted leotard who can't get laid despite his looks. I would be tempted to conclude that it's the former, of course, but I would remind myself not to overestimate my awesomeness and to be on the lookout for signs of social leotardation once I met the dude.
And finally, ASG, if I went to France and didn't hit it off with this boy, I would thank my lucky stars that my Internet crush lived in Paris, France, and not Paris, Texas, and enjoy the trip — and any other French boys — regardless.
I'm a 28-year-old straight man with a politics question and a sex question. I've seen you on television talking about the shitty job President Obama has done on gay rights so far. My question is this: Obama said he was against gay marriage during the campaign. How could you support a candidate who sees your love as worth less than heterosexual love? I'm surprised that you were such an ardent supporter of someone who doesn't believe that gay and lesbian couples deserve to marry. If I were gay, I'd automatically dismiss any candidate who didn't support full equality for gay people. Hell, I'm straight and I'm pretty close to doing that.
Also: I recently slept with a women who squirted when she came. She demanded that I pull out when she began to come. Is there some reason women who squirt don't want a dick inside them when they do? Curious if you had any insight on this.
Pro Equality And Chicks Ejaculating
During the Democratic primary, I was fond of saying that I was "for Clinton or Obama or both." So I wouldn't describe myself as an ardent Obama supporter. But I was pretty in the tank by the time of the election. And like most gays and lesbians, I've been severely disappointed by President Obama's refusal to move on the promises that candidate Obama made to the gay and lesbian community. I was willing to be patient, though — until the Obama administration compared gay marriage to incest and child rape when arguing for the constitutionality of the Defense of Marriage Act. That's when I blew my big gay stack.
But that doesn't answer your question: Why would I support a candidate who views my love for my partner as somehow inferior to his love for his wife? Because I'm not an idiot. Because I'm not a single-issue voter and Obama was better on other issues — on gay issues and every other issue — than his Republican opponent. Because politics is about the art of the possible and, I'm sorry, Dennis Kucinich just wasn't possible.
As for the squirtin' ladies: I talked to three, and all three said that the contractions they experience as they ejaculate are so intense — and so "outward directed" in the words of one — that they want everything out at once: their come and anything else that should happen to be in 'em when they blow their loads. Added one of my friends: "He had a squirter right there in front of him — why didn't he ask her? She has some insight on it, no doubt."