Any sexy ideas for Halloween costumes? I want to win the award at my sorority for Hottest Pagan at our Halloween party.
- Stephanie, Lancaster, CA
I'm not sure when it happened, but it seems that almost all female Halloween costumes got sexier. Not all that long ago when I was going to college Halloween parties, a female pirate costume didn't include a torn, frilly shirt that featured half of a girl's C cups ripe for the pillaging and a thousand predictable references to her "pirate's booty."
Do it like this...Really, almost any costume can be made sexy. Pixies, Girl Scouts, French maids, convicts, police officers, Greek warriors, witches, and even bumblebees can be sexy with the right legs, stomach, and/or cleavage shown.
But if you want a winner, you have to go with Wonder Woman. How can you go wrong? First of all, she's a princess. You'll have a royal title and a royal attitude to match. They say that every girl wants to find her prince, but Wonder Woman doesn't give a damn! She's a princess! What can you possibly do for her?
...not like THIS!Secondly, she is an Amazon, so you know she's empowered and isn't taking shit from anyone, especially that drunk frat boy who thinks that handing you a beer gives him free reign to stare at your Wonder Boobs all night.
Third - The Lasso of Truth. Guys are forced to do her bidding, especially tell her the truth. You could really have a lot of fun with that one, both during and after your party.
She has the ability to tame wild beasts. Do I even need to explain to you why this is important?
She's also Greek like your sorority system. That's home home-field advantage. You're a shoo-in.
- GR
I met a guy at work a month or two ago. He's very different from most guys I've thought about dating. He's attractive, funny, nice, charming, smart…all of that. But I don't normally go for his type. I like the typical "tall, dark, and handsome" kind of guy. Should I ask him out anyway?
- Confused in Salem, OR
Of course you should. I never understood the whole idea of having a "type." Sure, we all have things we are attracted to and things we aren't. But there is a difference. Limiting yourself to a certain kind of person is saying, "You know what? In a world where it's extremely difficult to find someone who treats me well, is open, honest, motivated, loyal, funny, inspiring, supportive, intriguing, attractive, charming, comforting, consistent, helpful, mature, (are you getting the point here?), I have decided to eliminate everyone who doesn't fit this little cookie-cutter mold of mine that I came up with long ago when I was somewhat of a different person." Wow, good luck. You're going to need it.
You said yourself that he's "all of that." Since when is someone having all the positive things you can describe end up being something you are confused about?
The only thing that having a "type" does for you is limit your chances of hanging out and making memories with someone great. I personally am not usually that into blondes, but I have to tell you that if I found one who was full of life, had a great sense of humor, and had everything together, the last thing I'd care about is her hair color.
Now call that boy up!
- GR
What is the dumbest question you've received so far?
- H. Riley, U of Miami
Honestly, 99% of the questions we get are legit. When we started this site, we wanted it to be for unique and even difficult sex questions. Anybody can pick up a magazine and read the same sex questions we've been reading for years. How long is the average penis? How can I tell if she's having an orgasm? How can I get my girlfriend to have a threesome with me and her best friend? Is masturbation normal? Sure, they're all important questions to some, but we figured they could go get that information somewhere else and we'd handle the things that nobody else was covering.
But every once in a while, we'll get a question so challenging that we can't answer it. If I had to choose, I'd say this one was the most difficult of all:
I was wondering why the fuck you don't answer any questions about Bones.
- Chaddy in St. Louis
Bones? Bones? That could be a number of things. Cigarettes, dominos, anorexics, money, dice, a penis, or actual animal bones? But wait! Why the capital 'B' with that? I thought I was out of touch with some hip, new saying, so I looked it up. Nope. "Bones" isn't code for anything. Chaddy just angrily wonders why I don't talk more about Bones. On a sex and relationship site. Got that? Me neither.
Chaddy? Is that you?
So, for Chaddy (Chaddy?!?!), I'm going to talk about the only capitalized Bones I can think of: the shitty show whose heroine is a 110 lb anthropologist with knock-you-out karate kicks that Fox decided was somehow worth keeping on the air while the unparalleled genius of Arrested Development was yanked.
It was almost as tedious to find something about Bones that related to sex/relationships as it is to watch the show itself, but I found this review:
"A flimsy little procedural that uses logical and technological leaps of faith to hide its central problem: lack of co-star chemistry."
There you go, Chaddy! Another satisfied customer!
- GR
