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Cute Alert: Puppy Wants Outta Here!

GiggleSugar — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:06:14 -0700

This spastic pup sounds like he's whining "I want out!" I can't tell if this soundtrack is digitally altered or not, but frankly, it's just too freakin' adorable for me to care. Now somebody let that dog out! (Sorry, couldn't resist.)

You Asked: How Can We Compromise?

DearSugar — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 12:30:00 -0800

Dear Sugar,

I've been living with my boyfriend for the past year in a very nice apartment with all the amenities a young couple would want - washer and dryer in the unit, a 24 hour gym in the building, a mile long grass area to walk our dogs, etc. Now that the lease is up, we are leaving because the rent went up to the point of ridiculousness. As we move into a posh apartment complex, we are faced with some challenges we didn't have before that are creating some stress in our relationship.

We love the new potential complex, but we can't agree on a floor plan. He wants the smaller expensive one, but I want the bigger, cheaper one. He wants the garage spot, TVs mounted on the wall, and the smaller intimate bedroom. I want the bigger bedroom, walk-in closet, a place for a decent full length mirror, and less rent because I just got a new puppy. I find this to be a stupid fight yet I don't want to give in and be unhappy with what I have to work with. Help! - Don't Want to Compromise Corinne

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Dear Don't Want to Compromise Corinne,

While I don't think you should compromise when it comes to your home either, I do feel that in order to make two people happy, you're both going to have to compromise to some degree. So this "stupid fight" doesn't negatively affect your relationship, I suggest you both put together a pro and con list. Write out what's important to you, in order, and after you read each other's requirements, consolidate your needs to create a list that works for you as a couple. If you have aversions to each other's requests, simply talk it out - find out why that specific desire is important to him, and make your plea for whatever it is you want out of the apartment - and do your best to find a middle ground.

In a perfect world, you'd agree on everything, but that's simply not reality so try to keep everything relative. Relationships require give and take, as does cohabitation, so be sure to keep the lines of communication open. Good luck to you!

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Ask E. Jean For DearSugar: We've Both Gained the Newlywed 15 - Help!

E Jean Carroll — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 14:00:00 -0800

Dear E. Jean,

My husband and I have been married one year and we're very much in love. What's the problem? We're getting fat and we blame each other! Instead of the Freshman 15, we’ve each put on the Newlywed 15 in less than a year. We’ve tried dieting together, but we fall back into bad eating habits during times of stress or celebration. My husband is a fan of the low-carb diet; I don’t think a life without carbs is worth living. He likes lifting weights and running; I prefer yoga. It’s impossible!

But no matter what E. Jean, we’re too attractive to let ourselves go! I haven’t been feeling as confident as I used to, and this affects our marriage in more ways than one. When I feel badly about myself I can’t give my husband the attention he deserves. We should be feeling frisky and sexy, not flabby and irritable! Help! - Fat and Unhappy in Houston

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E. Jean to Houston,

Darling, I’d like to see you and your husband try to keep the weight on after you have a whirl at this. (I’m a moron for not thinking of this years ago!)

Go to Flaab.com. Decide how much money it’s worth to each of you to get rid of the 15 pounds forever - $15? $50? $150? $500? (I know people who’ve spent $5,000 a year since the Reagan Administration trying to lose the same 20 pounds.) Decide the date by which you want to lose the weight. Then tell Auntie Eeee the name of your husband’s ex-girlfriend. Because Auntie Eeee is going to send her the money if you don’t lose the weight.

Yes, and to make doubly certain you don’t "fall back into bad eating habits," the note I’m sending to the ex-girlfriend (along with your money) will say you’re such a delightful dingbat that you want her - the ex-girlfriend - to take your husband out to dinner because you’re no longer feeling "frisky and sexy" and can’t lose 15 pounds. (By the way, the note I’d be sending to your ex-boyfriend because your husband can’t lose the pounds is even more entertaining.)

Of course, you’ll get the money back if you do lose the weight; not that you’ll be able to look at food again. And if there are no exes in the case, you can name a horrid ex-boss, a mean girl from high school, or a nasty political group like Kill the Whales.

So let’s do it. The $40 billion-a-year diet industry has wasted everyone’s bread long enough! You can help feed the world’s hungry by stipulating that the United Nations Food Programme receives a percentage of the money you put down. My friend, Kenneth Shaw, a brainiac economics guy out of Stanford, has made the site so simple (no pictures! no bilge!) it’s almost Google-esque.

And best of all? On Flaab.com, you can maintain your svelte self by stipulating that the cash will go to your husband’s ex (the guy who stole your promotion, a puppy mill, etc) if you gain a pound back. Enjoy!

To see more advice from E. Jean, visit Elle magazine and AskEJean.com.

What Should I do About My Neighbor's Mistreated Puppy?

DearSugar — Wed, 23 May 2007 13:00:00 -0700

Dear Sugar--

I'm having a problem with my neighbors. They just got a puppy, and from what I see (and hear) they aren't taking very good care of it. For the past 2 weeks, I can hear it every morning at 4 or 5 in the morning, whining and crying because they just leave the poor thing tied up outside. Then when the man comes out, he yells and curses at the dog to "Shut the F** up!"

Not only is it annoying to be woken up every morning by the puppy's loud crying, but I get so angry while I'm in bed and want to run over there and save that poor dog.

I went to the police already, and they said "There's no law that says you have to bring your dog inside. If you have a noise complaint, call us when it's happening so an officer can go over and see for himself."

I was outraged. This poor puppy isn't getting the love and attention it needs. Some people just don't deserve to have pets. What can I do?

--I Can't Take it Anymore Anna

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Dear I Can't Take it Anymore Anna--

Your situation sounds awful. This makes me so mad - some people just don't deserve to have pets. Have you tried talking to your neighbors? If you are apprehensive about doing that (I would be), you could also leave a letter on their door telling them what you've seen and heard. Let them know you have contacted the police and if it continues, they're going to lose their dog (which sounds like it would probably be a good thing).

If you know in your heart that this dog is being mistreated, you must do everything you can to help the police understand the situation. Document every instance, call them when the dog is barking, and hopefully you will get through to a compassionate officer who is willing to help this poor animal. Research your neighborhood Animal Control Group and contact them ASAP. They deal with abused or neglected pets all the time, and could rescue the poor puppy from that unhealthy environment.

I completely sympathize with you; there is nothing worse than standing by and watching people mistreat animals that can't help themselves, so I hope this helps Anna.

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Come Story Telling with me!! The Completed Story

DearSugar — Sun, 20 May 2007 17:38:11 -0700

I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create, read more

You're never going to believe whom I ran into Saturday night!!!! I was about to meet the girls at the new hot spot everyone's been talking about, Magnolia, and found him standing at the front of the line as I bypassed all of the crowd. I hadn't seen him since last June, a few months before he fled California for the east coast, without so much as a good-bye. Seeing him there stopped me in my tracks. I had grown accustomed to thinking of this city as my own again. It was long past the days when I had looked for him on every street corner, in every doorway, in the reflections of the puddles. Having him gone was like a really deep breath, where you feel your whole body expand with the oxygen and you relax into the exhalation. Immediately, my mind started working... why was he back? Just as I was to go inside and pretend he wasn't actually there, I heard him say to his friend, "Dude! Pamela Anderson is SO hot! I recently met a girl who looks just like her - score!" It was my ex boyfriend. Of course I just had my hair and nails done and I was wearing my fab outfit that made me look 10 pounds lighter, so I looked smokin' hot! Had he met another girl? A Pamela Anderson lookalike? How could this be? How dare he come back here to my reclaimed city and spout off about meeting a new woman. So now what? Do I approach him and make small talk or do I ignore him completely and show him just how over him I really am? I make a split second decision to walk straight up to him and his friend. "You again?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. They both turned around. I didn't know his friend, but I sure knew that mug anywhere. "Oh, my God..." he replied, shocked. "I knew I'd see you but I didn't know it would be so soon. You look really good..." "save your breath dear. I'm just stopping by to say hello and let you know that in about 20 minutes the whole crew will be here to celebrate my boyfriends birthday", I said as I glanced over to the group I was with. In reality, I was only hoping that my ex didn't notice that in fact I was the only one in the group without a man. Sticky situation, this, I thought. Typical for me to make up a pretend boyfriend, a birthday and a crew. Now what? Time for a telepathic moment! I tried to gain eye contact with Lucy, my best friend, and communicate: Help me out! After a few moments of sheer panic, Lucy finally got the message and made her way over to me with two champagne cocktails in hand. I was relieved that I didn't have to be in his presence completely sober. She handed me the drink and told me that the celebration was beginning. Now the only thing I needed to complete the lie was a man. A man who would be willing to, on the spot, pretend it was his birthday, and pretend he was with me for that matter. So I left Lucy to catch up with the ex and went off to find myself a unwitting suspect. I was so focused on my quest that I smacked right into the hottest guy I had ever seen - a dead ringer for Matt Damon in The Bourne Identity! "So sorry," I say quickly as we look into each other's eyes. Instant chemistry sparks and I know it's now or never. "So I need you to do me a favor, my *sshole ex boyfriend is back in town and thinks I have a new boyfriend and that today is his birthday. Can you play the part?" I bat my eyelashes flirtatously hoping that the Matt Damon look alike is up for anything. He replies, "Well of course, let me go ask my friend Ben to join us." So the Matt Damon clone takes my hand and pulls me closely to him tightly and says "My darling, you look wonderful tonight. Wait until i get you home and the real party begins..."

I look around and my ex-boyfriend is STEAMING since he was only 4 feet away! I was hearing JT's "My Love" in the background, and I was definitely seeing stars. First with the Matt look-alike, and now his equally hot friend who looked like Ben Affleck! With this sudden Matt-and-Ben manwich, I thought I was an extra in Good Will Hunting! His puppy-dog eyes darted over to the Matt clone, he said, "So what does this hot babe wish of us?" "She asked me to play her boyfriend for the night to make the ex jealous", he said jokingly, I was still slightly mortified that I asked so much of a complete stranger, but he seemed into the idea. "Oh, by the way, my name is Derek, and this is my buddy Ben." Colin cuts in and slyly says, "Now that we're all acquainted lets get the party started!" Derek then shyly reminded Ben that he didn't know my name, and I timidly replied, "Madison." Just as I was starting to feel super overwhelmed by the situation (and the thought of possibly ending up in one of these Matt/Ben look alike's bed later that night) Lucy shows up champy in hand. "Why, hello gentlemen," she says with her man-eater look in the face. I see her checking out both guys and wonder if it's too soon to bathroom break and claim which one we each shall make a move on. But before I can get a word in to Lucy, Ben says suddenly, "Hi Lucy!" and gives her a huge hug hello! It turns out that they are co-workers! Could the world get any smaller. Well, I guess we don't need to figure out who's boy is who's, unless Lucy is in to the whole office romance thing. Still, a conference is in order, I grab Lucy to head to the bathroom.

One our way, we run into my ex. He nonchalantly asks me more information about Matt. "Where is he from & what does he do?" I try to evade the question since I obviously know nothing about him and I pull on Lucy's arm to help me out but she isn't really paying attention to me because she's looking at all the other eye candy in the place. Lucy dishes on her conversation with the ex. Turns out he's back in town for a wedding, and the bachelor party is at Magnolia tonight. And to make matters worse, Lucy mentions that Ben told her earlier that week at work that he was going to be out on Saturday for a bachelor party. Could it be my new hot duo of saviors is actually with the same group that my ex is in? I guess the world can get smaller.

Lucy and I finally reach the lounge in the swanky bathroom, and I tell her to come clean. "What is going on!" I demand. "Oh relax!" she tells me, as she puckers, paints and pouts in the mirror. "Besides" she says with a raised eyebrow "when you see who else is here tonight this will all seem like a drop in the glass". Holy crap, I'm thinking, why didn't I just stay home tonight? She grabs my hand and leads me back out the door. "Wild women coming through" she announces. I consider my options=; there is a window near the sink I could climb through and go MIA for the night, but I did not get a pedi and mani just to let it go to waste in my pajamas...besides, if I went home I would end up eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's in my PJs and my hips def didn't need that, esp since they look oh so good in this little dress. I decided to suck it up and see what else could happen. I would say it couldn't get worse, but then it did. As we leave the bathroom, I am shocked to see Matt, Ben and my ex chatting!!! Every expletive runs through my mind. Lucy notices my deer in the headlight face and steers me towards the bar for more champagne and one of her famous pep talks. She says, "Okay, look. The worst that can happen is that your pal Matt tells your ex he isn't really your boyfriend. It would be embarrassing, yes, but seriously, do you think he is doing that?" I look over, and Matt and my ex seem to be in a serious conversation-there is no laughing, no pointing or staring. I catch Matt's eye and he winks at me, and I know then that I am safe--for now. I said "You are right! give me that red headed slut and lets start this party!" We take our shots, and walk toward the group. Maybe it's the drink, but suddenly I feel like this is "my night", and it shows. I make my way to the dance floor and immediately a hot guy joins me there and starts dancing with me. The music makes me feel free, the lights and the people are like a kaleidoscope; colorful, constantly moving, beautiful. I wonder why I had ever been worried about where the night might go. Then Matt saunters up, with that finely sculpted backside, and asks if he can cut in. Of course I say yes, and we start dancing, and not just with our bodies. I am feeling super sexy right now; the music is just right, our conversation is extremely flirty and fun, and I am saying just the right things to keep it light but sexy. Then he says to me "So, maybe we should rethink our relationship-" and for one horrifying moment I am thinking to myself I am going to be dumped by someone who isn't even my boyfriend and he continues, -"and make it official" as he says that I am momentarily breathless-and balance-less, and I step sideways at an angle that causes to me trip over my own feet and fall. I can feel my face turn a bright crimson, and thinking I just blew the whole thing-I mean who would want to be with me the rest of the night after that? I am the girl who fell. As I go to stand up, he bends over to help me, and we bump heads. At this point all I can do is laugh, and instead of wallowing in my embarrassment, I pull him down onto the floor with me and do something that is rarely in my repertoire- I kiss him, passionately. Then he looks at me and says...Are you OK? How much have you had to drink so far? Just as he says that everything starts to go silent. I feel lightheaded and then complete darkness.

I awake to the sound of beep...beep...beep. As I open my eyes, I find myself in the hospital. Lucy is sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed and I can tell she was crying. "Lucy, what happened? Why am I here?" "Sweetheart, I have something to tell you....Before you took that shot last night, do you remember you and I were talking by the bar? While our heads were turned, someone slipped GHB in your drink. You passed out cold and have been for 9 hours. Matt, your new friend was worried sick, but your ex, he split and the police are looking for to question him." I went to sit up, reeling from the news, but I had such a bad headache I immediately laid back down. "Are you kidding me? What, he was going to rape me or something?" Lucy looked down and slowly shook her head. When she looked back up I could see the fear in her eyes. "When he left the club in such a hurry, the police started to do a background investigation. The name you know him by, is an alias. He has 3 other identities, and with them 3 dead ex-girl friends. The police think he could be a serial murderer, much like a black widow, only he is doing the killing." I laid, in stunned silence as tears began to well in my eyes. I turned away, and when I did, I saw a vase of beautiful roses. I turned back to Lucy "Who are they from?" At that time, Matt walks into the room and says, "They are from me. I have something to tell you also."

If I thought I had heard it all, more was coming. I pushed the nurse button to get some pain medicine for my splitting headache, and Matt continued. "Our meeting was not just by chance. I was hired to come here and get involved with you. By that guy, your ex. I am an actor, you see, well, actually, I am an FBI agent, posing as an actor. I am going to be your personal body guard until we can hunt your ex down. Although I must admit, I don't think being with you 24/7 is going to feel much like a job! I must confess-this is going to be a little more complicated than I originally thought. Your ex has a knack for disappearing and staying underground until he feels it's safe to come up for air. It could be days, weeks, even years so the most important thing is to make sure that you are safe. Now, I need to ask you a few questions...When was the last time you saw each other? Talked to each other? Have you been in contact with him?" I close my eyes as things around me start to get fuzzy. I cant handle all these questions right now. It's too much. "Matt," I say, "that is your name right? Get the hell out of here. I don't believe a word of this crap. Lucy, pass me the phone, I am not talking to anyone until I speak to my parents and my lawyer. This all makes no sense whatsoever and I want everyone OUT OF HERE!" As Lucy slams the door, tears stream down my face. I cry myself to sleep and wake up to my mom stroking my hair away from my face. The sense of relief I feel from seeing my mom and dad sitting next to my hospital bed was absolutely indescribable and I instantly know everything is going to be OK.

Come Story Telling with me!!! The Completed Story

DearSugar — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 09:30:00 -0700

I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create, read more

I hopped into the shower and felt the sting from the hot water on my sunburned back. Turning my neck to look, I noticed the imprint of my bandeau bikini top. It is going to burn for days but my fabulous time at the beach BBQ was so worth it. I still cannot believe that the first time I run into him I am relaxed and wearing next to nothing...couldn't have been better! Sure he may have been toting a pretty skinny little Christina Aguilera look-alike on his shoulder and I might have just gotten out of a Britney-post-Kfed phase, but I knew I looked good all cleaned up! I had gotten my act together since that fateful day when I found the my ex-husband stole all of our money on our joint bank account so he and and his young, blonde mistress could start a new life in Malibu. I don't know what's worst, that I didn't try to seek revenge like my girlfriends have suggested or that this sort of thing, husband leaving wife for a hot younger girl is so typical in our society.

I'm hoping that my trip to Madrid, funded by my wonderful mother, will change my life, and who knows, I might meet a gorgeous Spanish bullfighter. Okay a woman, in her mid-30s, can still wish like a teenager, right? Anyways as I look through the closet filled with turtle-necks sweaters and cardigans, I thought of hitting the local boutiques to find myself new wardrobes. That's when I realized that my old friend from college Elizabeth has a villa on the Southern coast of Spain in Puerto de Santa Maria in Cadiz! She owns and runs a beach bar with her boyfriend Enrique, maybe I could get a little place there and work behind the bar for awhile. I turn from the closet eager to contact her and go to the nightstand where I left my Blackberry. I dial her up and tell her about my situation. She invites me over for coffee. When I arrive at her villa, I am taken aback by the beauty of it's architecture. I walk into my room, as Elizabeth proposed that I stay with her and as I looked out my window in the mid afternoon, I saw that Spain is just amazing - its architecture, it's culture so rich! This is a great escape from the craziness that I was in. I plan to enjoy myself, have a good time and meet some great people.

Then I hear Elizabeth calling me so that she can show me around. As I come down the stairs, I see Elizabeth and Enrique's friend Ocatvio who is extremely gorgeous standing there in khaki shorts and a blue button down shirt accompanied with brown leather loafers. He smiled at me, all six foot two--manly broad shoulders of him--smiled at me. I lusted myself towards him and held my hand out to greet him. He leaned down and kissed my hand when I felt I was blushing and then noticed that Elizabeth and Enrique were staring at me like a museum exhibit.

Elizabeth chimed in and grabbed the both of us saying "Octavio is Enriques family friend, ahem, hes a very astounding artist here in Spain and he also has an amazing yatch that we are so reluctant to be able to spend the day on! Right Ocatvio??" He laughed and said "of course, I hope you have some deck shoes because those heels wont do you any good on the boat."

i looked down at my shoes, took off the straps of my shoes, placed them aside and slipped in a pair of Elizabeth's sandals. "That was fast," Elizabeth said with a smirk. We all started to laugh as I though to myself that everything will go smoothly today as long as I don't get seasick. We pile into Enrique's small silver car and cruise through the Spanish streets toward the marina. I'm in the back seat next to Octavio, the wind running through my hair. I turn towards him and he leans in and whispers, Pardon me for noticing, but your dress strap has, uh, slipped. I looked down and groaned -- apparently I had been channeling my inner Britney or Tara, and half my breast was showing. I covered up, and then tried to make light of it by saying, "Oooops... guess my girl couldn't wait til we got to the beach to come out. I've always wanted to go to a European beach where clothing is optional. I can imagine it to be a very liberating feeling. What do you think??" Octavio smiled and said,"You can be 'liberated' once we get on my yatch."

As we were walking towards the yatch I tripped and fell and face planted into the ground. I broke my nose and blood spurted everywhere. Enrique, Elizabeth and Octavio ran over to me as well as everyone else on the boat dock. Enrique pulled out a cloth from his pant pocket and held it over my nose as Elizabeth shrieked at the site of my blood. I sat up and noticed I had torn my dress and I was a complete mess. All of a sudden I felt a deep cry coming on and tears began to uncontrollably roll down my face. I couldn't control myself, I was sure a sight to tourists because people wouldn't stop starring. Suddenly Octavio picked me up while Enrique grabbed my tote bag and carried me onto his yatch. He sat me down on the couch below deck, pulled out ice from the champagne bucket then wrapped it in a towel and placed it over my nose his soothing voice comforting me. My sobs of pain and embarrassment soon began to quiet down, traded in for little giggles as Octavio joked about the time he fell off his yatch.
"I was sure a sight!" He said, and I laughed. Elizabeth brought me some water and soon I began to slowly drift off to sleep, with Octavio holding me I woke up some time later, with that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where you are, or how long you've been asleep.

Immediately I felt a pounding in my face around my nose and I recalled with all-to-clear accuracy where I was. Whether I was asleep for minutes or hours, I didn't know, but Octavio had not moved from his spot. He smiled down at me as I woke up and said "How do you feel? Everyone is on deck getting ready to have lunch, are you up to some crab cakes?" I pondered the thought of moving from where I was because my dress was still torn, my face still throbbing and I’m sure I was rather unattractive at the moment. "Sure, I just need to freshen up, where’s the restroom?"

After I safely made it to the tiny restroom that was big enough to only bend at a 45 degree angle, I dug through my bag and changed into some shorts, my cute bikini I just got and a white flowy tunic. I looked at my face in the mirror. Not too bad, it was workable. I pulled out my concealer and dabbed it over my pink nose and soon I looked decent enough to be seen in public again. I threw on some sunglasses, my big floppy hat and made my way upstairs to the deck where I could hear music blaring, laughter and the sound of champagne bottles bursting open. I glanced around searching for Octavio, then saw him waving at me from his table. I made my way towards him, brushing past strangers and stopping when Elizabeth asked how I was doing. I assured her I was just dandy, and continued my way to Octavio, who had the most cutest grin on his face! Plopping myself down beside him, he poured me some champagne and set the crab cakes he promised in front of me.

"Dig in!" He said, and I did. As I ate in such a hurry. It had been hours since I'd eating and crab cakes were one of my guilty pleasures. "I see you keep your word" I murmured as I swallowed the tasty crab cakes. Octavio plastered a huge grin across his face as he whispered in my ear "You look very lovely today, despite your little accident, the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on" Of course I started to blush and giggle like a school girl. He grabbed my hand and squeezed gently and stared me deep in the eyes. I couldn't stop concentrating on his beautiful lush brown puppy dog eyes, I could feel myself falling, and falling fast, as his face grew closer to mine. "I know our day didn't start out on the right food, but I am so happy to have you as my guest, I just have a funny feeling this is the beginning of something amazing."

I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me -- I gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I couldn't have said it any better".

What Do You Do When You Feel Lonely?

DearSugar — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 10:00:00 -0700

According to new research, being lonely can not only wreak havoc on your emotions, but also on your immune system. Researchers believe that chronic social isolation alters the immune system at the genetic level, raising your risk for illness and disease.

I think feeling lonely is quite possibly the worst feeling in the world - but it can be avoided. What I want to know is, what do you typically do when you feel lonely? Do you call your girlfriends to go out? Do you call your mom for some words of wisdom? Do you cuddle up in bed with your puppy? What I want to know is, what's your cure for feeling lonely?

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His Pup Stole My Panties

DearSugar — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 12:15:24 -0800

Dear Sugar
I have been out a few times with this fantastic and adorable guy that I am really into. His best friend dates a close friend of mine and they set us up. Two weekends ago, the four of us went skiing and stayed at his parents cozy, romantic cabin up in the mountains.

However, on Sunday morning, we were awakened by his mom and dad cooking breakfast in the kitchen. My crush said he was going to sneak out of the room and fall back asleep in another bedroom before his parents came upstairs and busted us sleeping together.

I fell back asleep but was woken up again by his parents six month old puppy opening the door to my room. He was totally spastic, jumping on the bed and running around the room. As I was trying to get him out, I noticed he had my underwear in his mouth!

I fought with him to get them back but he wouldn't surrender. All of a sudden, he went tearing out of the room and down the stairs with my ripped pink lacy thong in his teeth. I was totally panicked and didn't know what to do.

Luckily I heard his parents getting in their car and I was able leave the room without seeing or meeting them. My crush thought the situation was hilarious and reassured me that his parents are very easy going, and wouldn't have cared if they saw.

Needless to say, I am pretty mortified by this whole incident. He wants me to meet his parents at their holiday party this weekend and I am so embarrassed I am tempted to not go. What should I do? Is this as big of a deal as it feels like to me? Rattled Randi

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Dear Rattled Randi
Ha! I do have to agree with your crush - that is hilarious! Are you sure his parents saw the pup with your panties? Did they say anything to your crush? I think the only thing you can do is keep your head held high and chalk it up to a really funny story.

Since you don't know if they saw, you are going to have to have a good sense of humor about it. Sorry to say it, but what's done is done. The good new is it sounds as though things are progressing in your relationship. Chances are you have nothing to worry about since your potential boyfriend is ready to introduce you to his parents.

Just be confident and easy going when meeting them. The worse case scenario is that they get a little chuckle at your expense. Once the embarrassment wears off, hopefully you can all laugh about your ski trip panty raid!

The "Not So Innocent" Old High School (Girl)Friend

DearSugar — Fri, 30 Jun 2006 10:26:34 -0700

Dear Sugar
My boyfriend and I have been together for a year. We are absolutely great for each other. We spend the majority of our time with each other and practically live together.

During the course of our relationship I have always known that he is still friends with two different women that he went to high school with about 7 years ago. They are both married and one has kids. I have met them and we occasionally hang out.

However, I have just recently found out that the relationship was more serious than the puppy love I thought that it was back then. He told me that about a year and a half ago at his birthday party she told him that after high school if he were to have asked her she would have married him.

I trust him and I don't believe that he would cheat on me. But I feel like the wool has been pulled over my eyes and I am confused on how I should feel about this. Weirded Out Wendie.

Dear Weirded Out Wendie.
Everybody's got a past. You have to remember that and as much as you don't like having to be friendly with his, I am sure you've got baggage of your own that makes him a little bit uneasy. Such is life.

Try and gain a little bit of perspective on the situation. Your boyfriend had the chance to be with this girl long before he met you and he chose not to. He's with you now, and he chooses to spend all of his time with you, so I am sure he's happy.

If he didn't want you to have this information, he wouldn't have told you. He's letting you know so that the wool isn't pulled over your eyes. You need to understand that he took a big risk in telling you about what she said.

What if you don't want to be friends with her anymore? What if you ask him to choose their friendship or your relationship? He took the high road, so just be appreciative of the fact that your boyfriend is just being honest with you.

It's only normal for you to feel a little bit territorial right now. You thought it was just an innocent relationship, but really this girl was deeply in love with your boyfriend. I think you have a right to feel a little bit funny about this, but the bottom line is that he's with you now and she knows that. You've got to trust him.