Sexless in the City

Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Things I’m digging lately

Kumquats, tea and NPR’s fab online archive of concerts. Check out shows from Calexico, Ray LaMontagne, OK Go, Paul Simon, Wilco and more.

Meanwhile, as to this site, I have a reader question I’d like to throw out to you all first. A reader writes that she and her fairly new boyfriend (both follow Jesus) are wrestling with the ethics of their “intellectual dirty talk” — candid conversations about their struggles with certain sexual sins, that she says don’t feel very chaste in the end.

Is this a problem you’ve struggled with, or a situation you’ve faced? How does one balance accountability with not indulging an unhealthy preoccupation? I’ll try to post my own thoughts early next week, but thought I’d start by getting yours.

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