Name: Calypso | Location: NYC , |Question: Moxie, I met "Bob" at the end of the summer. At first we hungout as friends. He'd invite me to happy hour w/ his friends and I'd do the same. One night while out and drinking we shared our first kiss. I went home with him that evening but nothing happened. He gave me pajamas and we shared the same bed but that was it. We didnt have sex. We hungout a few more times after that. The last time we hungout turned from simple happy hour drinks to 2 days in his apt - at the end of the night he asked me to come home with him (we both called off work and stayed glued on his sofa watching tv, eating food and making out from thurs night until sat morning BUT no sex again). Since those 2 days we've texted some, Facebook'ed some but that is it. I've invited him out a couple of times but he couldn't come (friends in town and sick). He texted me last week to see if I was hanging out but I wasn't. I'm really
Married and it's not the bliss it once was.
He has a lot goin in his life n wnts me out.
My new man is wickedly smart, stunning and sincere. The problem is our relationship is developing on an emotional, spiritual and intellectual level but not in the bedroom. I know it is because he has an unusually small penis and have done everything I can to convince him that this does not bother me. What can I say other than I am head over heels. Please tell me I am not crazy and how I can make him trust me enough to take it all the way. SingleEdition.com Sex and Intimacy Expert Cathy Beaton's Answer:This situation must be very frustrating for you.
I've been separated for 1 and 1/2 years. I need to put this behind me so I can start my new life!
I may have unconsciously sabotaged my realtionship with a good man
Boyfriend or more than friends?
You might have a friend crush and you don't even know it!!
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