PSA I Got Herpes Ladies Beware

We have another case of some sad young thing with a tail of woe. Thinking with her coochie, she did the sheet dance with some guy and now is paying a heavy price.

There is a guy in El Cajon Spreading Herpes to women.I know this becouse he game it to me I more mad at my self becouse I chose to have sex with him without Protection.I realy feel bad for his wif and 5 kids I didn't know he had a wife and 5 kids.The more I found out more about him he gave a girl who goes to my school herpes too.I just think this is wrong i ask him if he had or ever had a STD he siad no.So if he is not going to be honest then I going to warn all the women out there so they don't end up like me.His name is Kyson tall lightskin black guy with blue eyes and for at Staxxs on Deck 535 El Cajon Bvld in El Cajon.So if you know him please warn your friends to stay away from this asshole.

There is a principle in investing of due diligence. What that means is you do your homework and cover your bases so you are not throwing investment money down a hole. Due diligence in this context is to size up a partner for who they are, and not just who they say they are. It also means you get those shields up, as in the latex kind.

Thanks for the warning. You are another casualty of the really crappy institutionalization that passes for an educational system in California. Aside from the fact that it left you sorely lacking in spelling and grammar skills, you also have very little grasp of critical thinking. Simple things like evaluation the truthfulness of a guy's story and using those protective techniques they taught you in sixth grade health class are way above your skill level. Too bad. I feel your pain.

Preferring Porn before Poon

This time out we have a woman who is newlywed and has found that getting hitched is not the way to live the dream as it is portrayed in Disney propaganda. So I stepped up and told it like it is.

My husband and I haven't even been married a year, and we barely have sex anymore.. not by my choice believe me. I wish we were having sex at least once a day, but I am lucky if I get it once a week. it seems like he would rather look at porn than have sex with me. But when I say anything about it and how it hurts me, he says that it makes him feel like crap and he doesn't want to have sex with me when I bring up the fact that we don't have as much sex as I would like. He looks at it any moment he gets it seems.. It is soo gross..and such a turn off for me. I asked him to stop because it makes me feel like I am unattractive to him... I get rejected when I try to start sex... I have tried a lot, but nothing seems to work. Now lately, I have noticed that when he looks at porn, he will come to me to "gett off real quick" which seems so selfish. He says if I want to get off that I better hurry... how romantic.

What do I do? If I confront him about it, he gets defensive.. He says that I have put on weight, and that is why he is not so attracted to me. Yet I gained weight from quitting smoking and eating more which he asked me to do! I was too skinny before and now I am too fat!?I am tired of his excuses, but I am not going to go to the "D" word. what do I do?!

The first year of marriage is usually the best one, when it comes to sex. After that, the novelty wears off and it can become routine, and even boring. Many women use sex as a sort of loss leader to snare a man, and once the deal is completed they cut it way back in an evil sort of bait and switch. Many men lose interest in sex if you put on weight or otherwise change your appearance so that you are a lot different that what he found attractive enough to marry. Whether you are too fat or too skinny, this guy likes to live the fantasy and does not want to interact with a real live woman. You have lost him and you will not get him back. If you do not want to do the "D" word, then dig in for a long life of celibacy or furtive sexual affairs. In my view, you should have kept up with the smoking to stay thin. It works for me, along with the diet pills and starving myself.

If you really want to get his interest, look at the women that gets him excited and he rubs them out for. Then get boobs like that, hair dye and whatever else it takes to put some lead in his pencil. Prepare to change your appearance from time to time as his interests change.

A sad sack loser whines his way out of love

This pathetic sad sack showed up on craigslist with his mournful wails about true love gone bad.

Yeah... You read right. The love of my life is gone... Wish i had better news for you. She was my everything. My world. My oasis in this world filled with uncertainty. And if there was one person i could count on, and be certain that i could depend on to be there for me, it was her. I'm so lost without her. I went from thinking i was just fine with out her, to not knowing how i ever did without. Its a shame why a perfect love goes wrong. I wish i knew why. Wish i had answers. But she didn't leave any answers. Just a mystery. As to why she left. A question that haunts me every day. All i really wanted was for her to be happy. Even if it wasn't with me. But she reassured me that she was happiest with me in her life. That she loved me for me, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Promises so untrue. What am i to do? We had plans to be married, just waiting for the right circumstances. But shes gone now. Never said why. All i can do is guess. Well i guess i can say that i enjoyed the ride while it lasted, if only it never had to end. Guess its true what they say all good things come to an end. But why? Why? Oh why is this happening? Can somebody please tell me?

Can you shoot me now, please? I picture this guy as a large baby headed entity, suckling at the poor woman's tit. You see, as much as we women ditch you because we are opportunistic social climbers, there are also times you drive us away by being so damn pathetic. So I pulled the keyboard closer and gave him the news.

Sorry to see that you would consider someone like that to be the "love of your life". If that is your best, I dread to imagine that others, if any, did not measure up to her low standard. First thing, if she was your everything and your world, then you sound like a parasite. What was it that kept you from developing a life of your own? Why would you not man up even a little bit and develop your own friends, livelihood and activities so that she could be a part of it and not the totality? While the exact tipping point is something I can not know, I do know why it ended. She got tired of you feeding off of her. In the quiet of the night she would recoil in horror at the thought of committing to a life of you siphoning away her physical, emotional and psychic energy, and so she bolted when she had an opportunity to bust a move. It is a good thing too. I get weary just from reading your account of "love gone wrong". If she hadn't left, then she would have been in for a long haul in a codependent relationship. Who needs that? Yuck!

Does meth rot your brain?

Many people wonder if past drug use can mess your brain up so bad that it can impair function years after the fact. Certain drugs can, with enough heavy use for a long enough period of time. Meth is the worst in this regard, and even after quitting the stuff a tweaker can be paranoid and irritable even after a couple decades. This poor guy made the mistake of getting married to someone who tweaked so much her banjo strings came undone.

I work all day, come home to my kids, spend all my time at home with them when I can, yet this nutjob thinks I'm in chat rooms or massage parlors or having an affair with a mexican chick or any other brown girl. Maybe it's all the meth she's done that's rotted her brain. Maybe it's the bad daddy she had that use to dirty touch her sister, or maybe it's the inbred and bald ass farm boy she first married that used to cheat on her with any scab that would give him the time of day. I'll tell ya' what though, I ain't your whippin' post bitch and the shit better stop before I leave your ass high and dry.

I gave him the straight dope on his lovely bride. Dope. Get it? Ha ha ha ha... PAY ATTENTION! It is too late for him, but let his life be a cautionry tale for others. And remember, the cops never proved anything about any alleged drug use that I did, so no pics, it didn't happen. I explained to him:

What were you thinking? That is what you get when you hook up with a tweaker with a train wreck of a past and the baggage that comes with it. Too late for you, chump, but you are a shining example for many young men of what to avoid so they do not mess up their lives. Thanks for the warning!

I really hope he can get free of this banshee, but somehow I feel he will not.

A back stabber indeed!

Dan writes in with some confusion about what a "friend" is. Especially when a man has a woman friend, he often does not know the true nature of what he has. Many men are blinded by the unlikely possibility that they will flip the friendship into having sex with the woman. That is delusional thinking. Let's see what Dan has to lament about.

 My longtime (I mean 10 years) friend Sophia broke up with her boyfriend 3years back. I'm Dan, and havehelped Sophia out finacially covering bills at times,- talking to her, giving her advice repeatingly. Sophia would get very sarcastic with me making fun of the way I talk (I do ahve a slight stutter) calling me a fuck-up in my field, being critical of everything I do, and saying "I'm calling you retard becasue you fuck everything up" I threatened to end the friendship, and she became SOMEWHAT normal again. (Sophia said my threat was mean because "Dan, you obvioulsy don't understand I am going thru a hard time. Once I get a new boyfriend, I'll be normal and nice, like before." Well, now Sophia steadily dates a guitar teacher and she is so nice to me- pretty much talks to me in a tone reserved for talking to kittens! praises what i do, my opinions, is really sweet. Should I say, "She went through a bad time give her slack." or take her nice behavior since she's found Mr. Right as an insult? Would like your opinion.

What kind of desperate lonely guy would put up with such abuse? It is pathetic, and pitiable to see Dan get to be Sophia's verbal punching bag, so I pulled a clue out of my toolbox and handed it to the poor guy.

Dan, I do not want to state the obvious, but Sophia is not your friend. She does not even like you. She tolerates you because you help her pay the bills, and you give her some much needed attention. She is pretty easy going when she is getting her sexual needs met, (aren't we all!) but when she is horny and frustrated she takes it out on you, and not in a good way since she does not consider you sexually attractive. Let me ask you, if one of your guy friends was not getting laid and treated you the way she does when she is not getting stuffed with pork, would you still consider yourself to be friends with him? Think about that. Then go meet yourself some real friends that treat you with respect.

Sexual Satisfaction Done Right

A man wonders:

Hypothetical question: If you are a heterosexual female with a long term male sexual partner and for some reason he was no longer able to ever get a sustainable erection capable of normal vaginal penetration would you be completely satisfied with him providing oral sex to climax to you anytime you wanted and stimulating your G-spot with his fingers or your choice of dildos? Do you need to feel an ejaculating penis inside you to be completely satisfied sexually?

This is very easy to answer.

An ejaculating penis inside me is nice, but not essential for my sexual satisfaction. I have toys for that. But you better have a wallet that ejaculates money or your ATM card!!

Players Getting Played Back

A clue is a valuable thing. Some people have them, and some don't. When you go to the club and you are not with someone you intend to go home with, you are playing. Your game might be teasing some poor schlubb and extracting all the drinks and attention his desperation can bear, or maybe you want to get laid. Whatever it is you want, you are in play. Everyone else there is in play too. You are deluding yourself to think you are going to meet the true love you have been looking for at the club. You will most likely meet other players, just like yourself.

So back on the friendly neighborhood craigslist, a clueless player laments.

This guy is a complete asshole. I met him a couple months ago at a club downtown. I don't even know why I was attracted to him, but somehow I ended up at his place getting fucked in the ass, and then the dickhead didn't even call me for two weeks! Then we started seeing each other a bit, I thought it was going great. Should have known better because I just found out he had a threesome with two of my friends! When I confronted him about it he wasn't even apologetic; he just laughed and said I could be in the next threesome. WTF!? 

His name is John, but everyone calls him Fox which only adds to his self-absorption. He thinks he has the right to be self-absorbed because he is a musician and runs his own company (which isn't even all that big), he doesn't care about anyone but himself, he lies and uses people, and somehow he's able to trick people into thinking he's cool, at least until they get to know him. I hate this guy SOO much for the way he played me, and I know he's done it to other girls too. These photos are him with some of the sluts he's hooked up with (or girls he's played, who knows which). I want to see him pay...His number is eight five eight seven o seven five four nine six, let's force him to change it, ladies! 

I did this tart a favor and advanced her a needed clue about the true nature of what she was doing.

Uhhhh....sweetheart! Yoo hoo, is anybody home there. You met him at a club and "somehow" ended up at his place "getting fucked in the ass". NEWS FLASH! You were playing too! Take it from a player who has been played back, we all play to some degree. It is when we get all delusional about what we are really doing that we get burned. Did you really think that some guy you just met and got to plow your back forty was the love of your life? Let me gift wrap you a clue here. He wasn't. You are just seething because he found several better playgrounds than the romper room you have to offer. Too bad. Get over yourself. 

Love, Ginny