March 2007

Hey there, I've been married (long distance) now for about 6 months. It seems like we're broken. Our relationship, before hand was, in my opinion too soon.

We are young but we know we need to be together, for our child.

We need to be close, because somehow deep inside we do care for each other. We get into fights alot. We both hate it. She cries in the end, she more so than I. I like this girl named Star who is 18 (only 3 years younger then I). Her mum knows that I am married. I only talked to her once, and its odd, because I know I have 'lust' for her.

Well Dr. Love.

Two months ago a guy asked me to be his girlfriend. But then I said I needed a little more time to think. After a one month vacation, I forgot that he asked me to became his girlfriend, and after that I went to the place we always hang-out.

Suddenly, I noticed that he didn't give me attention anymore. Then I asked him by e-mail, he said he isn't mad at me. But earlier when I went to our hang-out place I noticed that he always gave more attention to my other best friend (girl). He used to do everything for me. I'm the one who is doing now.

Dear Dr. Love, I am engaged and very happy with my 'life partner' but I wonder if we are a good match as 'sexual partners.'

Sexually I do not feel satisfied. In fact, in my opinion we have never had GOOD SEX, but I fell in love with him. I didn't feel that the lack of sexual gratification should be why I would end a good relationship.

But now I wonder if this is something we can work on and improve. Now it is important to me. Can you lead me in a direction?

Dr Turndorf,

I met a man about 4 years ago. We were very attracted to each other. He was married, so we stayed friends. He has been divorced for a year now. We talk all the time on the phone.

He suggests he can't date me because of his Muslim religion.

I'm 13 years older than he is. I have a teenage boy at home, so I like to keep things on a good level with him. I really care for this man. He always suggests things, says how much he wants to be with me, but never comes through. . . . . . . . . . . I still live my life.

Where do I go with this?