Hello The Doc:

I know this question may seem very juvenile especially in such a sexual world but here goes: Should I Have Sex with My Boyfriend?

I am a 25 y/o woman who was raised in a very strict and religious household. So strict that I wasn't even allowed to dance (yes DANCE). I have sinced moved out of my parents house- away to college and life in the city. I am independent and myself, not highly religious. However I have been with my boyfriend for about seven months and each time the topic comes up, I tense up. I don't know why but I guess all my life I was taught to "wait until you were married" and it has stuck with me.

What should I do?

Thank You,

Jodi W.

Hello Jodi,

You must have grown up in an Adventist household. I have a friend who has a friend who's not allowed to dance, or smoke, drink, curse and ESPECIALLY not have sex before marriage. The interesting thing is that similar to you the friend moved away from home and she stuck with her family/religious values and not ONCE does she stray or question it. To me, its NUTS. To her, its who she is.

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"Dear Doc,

I love my man and we've been going out for about 8 months now. He's great. His friends are really nice, and we just seem to always get along. However, when we first started dating, my life wasn't that great with my own family so I guess the first impression I made with his mother wasn't the greatest. Because of this she never took to me and has on several occasions told my boyfriend to dump me. I try to be nice to her but she thinks I'm being fake. I'm not. I really have changed and I want her to like me and for us to get along.

Does it matter? What should I do? Thanks."

- Jen

Dear Jen,

First, the name is "The Doc". Sorry, it just sounds way cooler than "Doc" and I don't want people getting my name wrong from the jump.

Now, on to your problem:

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Hi BJ,

I read your first column and enjoyed it.  At the end you encouraged questions.  So, here goes.

I’ve been divorced for four years and I’m the custodial mother of three kids.  I work all the time, like any other parent.  When the workday is over, I go home and hang with my kids.  I take them to museums, we watch Hitchcock films, we bake together.  I like hanging out with my kids and I’m aware that I work extra hard being a good parent because their dad is a lazy, abusive shit.

Like many divorced moms, I also have a very concerned mother who thinks I should be out there dating.  So I tried a few Internet dating sites and went on a few dates after corresponding with fellas who seemed reasonable.  I met a few really nice men.  I even had a few sparks.

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According to the only two people on the planet with inside information, Susan and Herb, my name was supposed to be Rachel. Rachel Josepher, RJ for short. Sounds good, right?

One small item messed with those plans. My gender. I exited the birth canal a screaming, curious, animated boy. So much for Rachel.

Susan and Herb, otherwise known as my parents, went to Plan B. Plan B was not a Rachel-like name. Something, for instance, down there at that end of the alphabet. Ralph or Rory or even Raphael. Rafa for short. I would have liked that.

Plan B was to reverse course and jump to the beginning of the alphabet. Plan B was to land at Brian. Brian Josepher, BJ for short.

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