I can’t stop dreaming about you. You dole out such great advice, I’m sure you’re the man of my dreams. I’m a little married, but that shouldn’t be a problem and get in the way of our romance. How can we make our bodies become one?
Desperately Seeking Fursey
I’ve always wanted to do that. Sort of Jeff Goldblum Brundlefly style. Let me try it with you and my cat first, to see how it turns out. Teleportation is under-rated.
I can’t stand it when men think they are God’s gift to women. I’m a pretty young girl and I’m constantly being approached by guys who seem convinced my sole purpose in life is to sleep with them. When they do even bother to ask me my name, they can’t remember it? What’s up with this?
You sound hot. What was your name again?
I’m sure you’ve been asked this many times, but I think readers would like to know your feelings about sex on the beach. Do tell…
Dear Sandpaper Sally,
Having sex on the beach is for people who don’t have a yacht. Me, I prefer smashing it out whilst watching a cotton-candy sunset over the starboard side of my schooner. I just like to make sure the barkeep has plenty of OJ and grenadine on hand.
My boyfriend has some really annoying pet names for me and I want him to stop using them — or at least find something better than using “Sugar Britches.” Please help.
Tired of it,
Sadie from up north
Begin to refer to him in 3rd person with names such as “pustulating sausage man”, “my little herpetic whitlow”, and “fungating mushroom cap”. I believe he will get the hint.