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In Love with a Younger Girl

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Dear Right Advice,
-BlahBlahBlah- I'm 20 years old and over the past few months I've been texting and hanging out with this girl -BlahBlahBlah- I've fallen in love -BlahBlahBlah- known her for a little over a year -BlahBlahBlah- I know she likes me, given the way she talks to me and acts around me. -BlahBlahBlah- She's always trying to be close to me -BlahBlahBlah- any excuse to grab my hand or hug me -BlahBlahBlah- The problem with this, she's 15 but I'm honestly in love with her -BlahBlahBlah- I want to have a relationship with her as more than friends, but given all the laws in place to catch pedophiles, I'm just not sure what to do in this situation. -BlahBlahBlah- I personally do not think it's wrong, as I'm not interested in having sex with her or anything. -BlahBlahBlah-


Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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Once upon a time in the suburbs, there was a little girl who liked to walk around bare foot in the summers. By the sunny, first week of school, her feet could bare the hottest of blacktops. One school-night, just around dusk, a shard of glass took up residence in her heel and the next morning she awoke with two small cuts on the inside of her opposing ankle. That day at recess, she picked the scabs, drew blood and was excused to the nurse's office for some first aid. The attendance secretary's son was in the office that day, for he had been sent home from Jr. High for acting up. With all the excitement of blood, band-aids and a cute older boy, this little girl acquired a preoccupation with shooting hookey to get out of class in the hopes that she might run into that boy again.
Over the years of cutting class, she maintained this crush, of which he was mildly aware, and one day she worked up the nerve to buy a bag off him at the skate park. He didn't have any sacks, but he offered to smoke her out so they got into his jetta, rolled out to the river, made out, and somewhere down the line they eventually fucked.

I'm sure your serendipitous narrative is vastly different from the one I just shared but trust me, the statutory predator laws have taken into account that dudes like you will be compelled to think that the rules don't apply to scenarios as special or as magical as yours.

It's unreasonable for me to expect you to be a fully matured adult at your age, but lets dwell on some of your characteristics which are in need of improvement.

First off, you're 20 and hanging out with 15 year olds.
Second, you think you are a nice-enough guy to keep your intentions pure towards this girl, which leads me to believe that you're not yet confident enough to compete within your own peer group.

Where you might think your integrity will shine through, I'm willing to bet this is your first real test of integrity and you're setting yourself up for failure.

After 3 months you'll have found some way to convince yourself that your integrity will remain in tact, because you're a good guy and shit is feeling real. Then you'll spend the next 3 months easing her into sex and once you've surpassad that milestone you'll find yourself in a full-blown, adult relationship with a 15 year old girl.

Relationships between stupid 15 year old girls and 20 year old pariahs are predisposed to abuse when low self confidence collides with a severe lack of experience in love, trust and consideration. In short, she'll drive you crazy bra.

Consider the additional risks of familial strife and teenage pregnancy and PRESTO: the spirit of the law applies as much as the letter.


My advice to you: Finish last, or grow some balls, but leave gaming the system to the bastards who slip shit in girls' drinks.


She'd Like to Hear Something Nice

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Dear Right Advice,
-BlahBlahBlah- like to think I say nice things to my girlfriend often -BlahBlahBlah- Sometimes she’ll text me asking for something nice -BlahBlahBlah- it’s never good enough -BlahBlahBlah- confused -BlahBlahBlah- today she texted me and asked for me to say something nice -BlahBlahBlah- she’d call me later. -BlahBlahBlah- how do I -BlahBlahBlah-


Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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This is a trap. If you read her texts requesting you to say something nice about her, and you go "fuck, what's the perfect thing I can say?" or "does she want me to text it to her?" or "shit - she's not picking up - should I leave a voice mail?" that's your intuition telling you that you're already screwed.

The fact she doesn't melt over bare minimum effort leads me to believe that you probably do say nice things to her, often. If she's truly starved for attention then she'll either dump you or lick clean the plate upon which you serve her your atta-girls.

Behind that text is the true message which goes something like "I've been auditing our digital interactions and I've noticed that I leave more comments on your facebook than you leave on mine."

What's more is that she didn't just trip over this data and merely notice the trend. She was already fussy and she decided to hunt this info down. She also probably skewed the data with made up rules such as: "I love you too, baby;" shows lack of initiative, and "Hope you have a great day;" is too cliche.

Regardless, if you think that clarifying the situation, with evidence proving otherwise, will make her feel better; It Fucking Won't!

So how do you negotiate this?
Flowery words like enchanting: Out of character.
Cute and funny: Insincere.
Reminiscent: Why only when she asks?

Throw another example up there and I'm sure I'll be able to shoot it down with my girl gun.

Why do girls do this? Who fucking cares; if there is a solution, you'll never think to bring it up when she's not already fussing, thus it will never get fixed (unless nagging comes naturally to you).



My advice to you: Save your A material for red-wine dining and the next time this comes up, float her something from the B pile so she can sink it and take a big shit on you. Then wait a day and email her something cute that you made in MS Paint.




Break Up Double Take

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Dear Right Advice,
-BlahBlahBlah- dated a man for 4 months -BlahBlahBlah- going perfect -BlahBlahBlah- then I started sensing him pulling away. -BlahBlahBlah- I broke up with him a tex message he didn't call me that night. -BlahBlahBlah- just ended 15 year marriage -BlahBlahBlah- if a man really likes a women wouldn't he have called me that night to try & talk things through ? -BlahBlahBlah- if he really cared about me & had feelings for me like he said he did wouldn't he be with me now ? -BlahBlahBlah-

Sincerely,
--BlahBlahBlah--
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I guess a guy should fight for the woman he loves... but what guy would love you? You're old, you're grammatically retarded and you text-message-break-up guys to test them.

I hope you poured your heart and soul into that text message. And, I hope he's shown the message to all of his friends.

My advice to you: Tadpol-ing. Guys under the age of 21 will put up with all sorts of shit and all you have to give them is a steady stream of fuck.

Shouldn't He Be Willing to Do the Things I Like if He Likes Me?

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Dear Right Advice,
If you really liked a woman -BlahBlahBlah- be willing to do things with her once in a while that may not be your FAVORITE thing to do -BlahBlahBlah- Just simple things like going to the mall, or seeing a chic flick, watching a stupid reality show -BlahBlahBlah- but you know she finds it interesting? -BlahBlahBlah- its what they like and would make them happy? Isnt is sometimes just the little things?

Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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If girls like you were sending me money, I'd say that this sort of thing should be a give and take. But realistically speaking: you and I can both agree that you don't know shit about what guys like to do, nor do you care to learn.

Usually when a guy does girly shit with you, it's so he can increase his odds of sleeping with you by spending time with you. If you're already sleeping with him, then these "Simple things" will just seem like work. Unrequited efforts.

Every guy has already been down that road with some girl and all it's done is make him hate your stupid "Simple things," even more. This is not a gender divide. We actually resent having to be your bitch for a (unbirth)day, to prove we like you; because, seriously, where's the payoff?
Are you actually going to set aside two hours for him so you can go shoot bottle rockets at each other?

What's more, do you know why he never asks that you partake in HIS "Simple things?" Because girls girl up guy stuff and make it suck. Most things, that guys like to do, get done alone and if you think that you can fill in for another guy and Pitch, or Steer, or Row, or Lift, you're just going to get yelled at... until you quit, and then he's going to have to apologize.

My advice to you: Go make some girl friends.

Where Did Love Go?

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Dear Right Advice,
-BlahBlahBlah- sick of this one liner superficial kind of love -BlahBlahBlah- I soooo sick of hearing things like, "she's just not that into you." -BlahBlahBlah- texting someone to break up with them -BlahBlahBlah- all of the self help relationship BS books -BlahBlahBlah- Excuse me but I think people have been falling in love for centuries before all of -BlahBlahBlah- What ever happened to love that was so romantic and passionate that Shakespear, EE Cummings, and William Blake -BlahBlahBlah- When did love become about as poienient and long as a beer commercial. What about actually having some BALLS and risking something on someone worth it?

Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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Oh Fucking Shut Up. Sonnets are just SONNETS and the ambiguity of the language allows you to create in your head a love that doesn't exist or - at best - doesn't exist for very long. Additionally William Blake was a man of reverence (before fucking in cars ever existed) so consider yourself somewhat removed from the feelings which could exist between he and those he loved.

Why are there so many books about relationships and love? Because they sell... just like Shakespeare et al. And the people who buy those books are the same people who forget that Romeo and Juliet were pubescent CHILDREN and think that reading self help books on love will help them achieve some fictional, eternal bliss. Love takes time and patients and, most importantly, self esteem. But in 200 years people will be reading our self help books from today and whine about how people in the 21st century were so lucky to have love all figured out.

My advice to you: Keep your next 3-day spurt of white-hot love from burning out by forming a suicide pact.

Why Doesn't My Boyfriend Want to Go Out?

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Dear Right Advice,
-BlahBlahBlah-So my question is, is this domestic down time really the most favorite style of being with a woman. Or is it that it takes the least amount of effort , cheapest and most relaxing? It`s not that I expect to be entertained all of the time, but once in a while doing something is nice, and it seems to be like pulling teeth with alot of guys. They seem to just want to chill at home.

Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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Look, the endless pursuit of pussy puts single guys in an awful situation. We're practically forced to go to the places where you like to go, and you don't even notice that we show up. Then you cut in front of us in line to order your fruity, 7-minute drinks, and then the fucker who let you cut gets tipped for taking the cap off my $4 beer.

While you're there having a good time with your friends, we're fucking miserable. We can't even chat with each other because your slut jams are too loud to yell over, yet we remain convinced that going to these places is worth the risk of a D.U.I.

And what do we have to show for all of this? A hang-over, fast-food trash and an over-draft fee.

Regardless of how much we go out, we end up meeting you. And then we get dragged out by buddies to the same stupid places you like to go - and no longer wrapped up in the hunt - we realize that we'd be having more fun at home with you, tickling your left foot, while your right foot throws kicks at our face.

So, post this revelation, it's decided that going out is literally worse than a kick in the fucking face!

Had you attempted to match HALF the efforts we put in - before we even met you - you probably wouldn't suck so bad at Xbox.

My advice to you: If you want to go out, then do a better job of selling us on it.