Like every semester over the last couple of years, I have many friends graduating this term.
One of the luxuries of writing this column for some time is that I can go back and read my earlier columns and shake my head in shame.
I woke up last week in a feverish sweat that had nothing to do with a possible flu.
Spring is officially upon us: the birds and bees are buzzing and boinking, my dog is howling at the moon and most of you probably ended your winter sex slump on Spring Break.
The news media had a field day this past week: New York Gov. Elliot Spitzer was discovered to have spent more than $80,000 on prostitutes.
My previous Spring Breaks have been pretty typical.
I came to this job under the basic assumption that most of us are having sex.
I really thought I was up to date on my sex and relationship schematics.
Whatever your opinion is of Valentine's Day, everyone can agree that men and women view the holiday differently.
Lately, I've been thinking: do sex and romance ever co-exist?
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