I like your style! Impart some wisdom, oh Grand Poobah.

So, I must have had a very sexy dream last night, because one of my roommates announced over dinner (with the other roommates, great time to bring this up, dude) hearing some...sexy noises...coming from my room early this morning. Pretty loud ones, because our walls are apparently thinner than we thought.

And he'll cook for you several times per month! Seriously, you just know she is the one cooking every other day but several times a month is a great romantic gesture.

Hmmm, well I'm younger than her and foreign...those are things Princes like, right?

Wow. Sweden, here I come.

I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. What I really had in mind when I wrote that comment was the numerous historical dramas I've read where the couple (or often just the bride) has literally no idea what is about to happen on the wedding night, because of the complete silence surrounding the whole subject. I see what you…

Or, and this is the really scary bit, because they didn't know how because no one ever spoke of such things.

Writing that down for future use. Is having to make up a cat more or less ridiculous than having to make up a boyfriend? (Learn to take a hint, subway dudes)

But saying no and then not retracting the no is NOT consent. Don't know why you're finding that so confusing.

Yep, I just read that as "I didn't get laid in high school and I'm still bitter about it. WAH!"

Particularly since a lot of his novels use the different social classes of the characters as an issue for the couple to overcome - different backgrounds can be a problem, but only if you're both pretty and white, apparently.

That is a hilariously cruel name.

I think it was a roast dinner...but it was also sex? I don't know. It was quite disgusting when it was just a roast dinner, so I didn't want to go back and read it as sex too. I love the sound of your class. I particularly enjoy it because 2 years ago I was the clueless first year (not claiming to be less clueless,…

That sounds like a hilarious class. For some reason it reminds me of a Sex and Identity European literature class I did last year. I thought an excerpt was just a gross description of a roast dinner, but it was actually a really long metaphor for a sexual encounter. Since I wasn't reading it in my first language, I…

Well it isn't for any medical reason. Here in the magical land of the National Health Service, I see a nurse once a year for a check up and then get a year's worth of free pills. (You do have to see the doctor more frequently when you start taking it, but after 5 years it's pretty much "yes...no...yes..." and a blood…

While this joke is a bit dark for me, personally, I think you are a great commenter and don't really deserve the amount of shit you're getting for it.

At this point I just want to know. We've been assuming that this was a UTI for weeks, so at least if I test positive for an STI I can get the right treatment. I just want to pee without it burning!

A dear (but fairly vindictive) friend of mine once spent an afternoon gleefully showing me videos of rejected proposals.

I don't really have any advice, but this struck a chord with me. I'm getting tested tomorrow for everything, since my doctor is pretty sure that my boyfriend has already given me one STI. I don't really know where this will leave our relationship, since it's kind of a complicated situation all round.

My nurse friend told me I wouldn't notice anyway, since there will be so much blood. Which has really set my mind at rest.