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Here’s this week’s Q&A!

 

Q: I’ve been seeing this girl for a couple of months now and I would say it’s getting to the point where it is serious, and because of certain hints dropped in conversation I’m beginning to worry that we don’t see eye to eye on important subjects. How does one broach the hot button issues that would absolutely be an issue? Is it best to just rip off the band-aid and ask, or wait until their opinions fully surface through natural conversation?

A: Take it from me, the last thing you want to do is be a couple of years down the road and more emotionally invested and then realize something is a total deal breaker. Rip off the band-aid. And be prepared to hear things you don’t want to hear. And be open to compromise on things as well. But be clear about your position and be respectful if she disagrees. It may suck to have to end something prematurely, but not as badly as ending a long-term relationship.

 

Q:  I have several issues that I’m having trouble resolving.
1. My wife left me because she admitted she didn’t love me. This has shattered my confidence.
2. I’m not an attractive man, looks wise, as hard as I try to be. I do what I can with what I have.
3. I suffer from severe approach anxiety where I have panic attacks if I try to go up to a girl I’m interested in and talk to her.
I feel like this is a formula for being single for life and I’m only 34. I don’t know what to do.

A: First I’m really sorry to hear about that. It’s always hard when someone we love leaves us, and we’re often left with major feelings of inadequacy. I know, I’ve been there. Work on that positive self talk. What are you good at? What areas of your life do you excel in? Channel that into other areas of your life. And also really stop and decide if you’re ready to date right now. It’s OKAY to take some time to yourself not to date and to work on yourself personally. When you’re ready to get back out there, keep it simple. Less is more when approaching a woman, give a small compliment and ask how she’s doing. Something I’ve learned over the years about confidence is sometimes you just have to fake it until it feels genuine. Good luck!

 

Q:  Hi Meredith! So, I just started seeing this guy. We’ll call him Q. We’ve been seeing each other for about a month and a half now. Nothing crazy, but this is the point in the “relationship” where I’m ready to know wtf is going on between us so I know if I’m wasting time or not. That being said, Q has mentioned before that he believes we’re “exclusive” but then a day later made a comment about how we’re just friends. He’s constantly making plans for us for when we’re both off work as if we’re dating, so I would like to believe that we are more than just FWB, especially because we don’t always have sex when we stay with each other. We’ve obviously had somewhat of the “what are we” convo, but there wasn’t any clarification from him. Should I try to have the conversation again and try to get a better understanding or should I just give up and stop letting him give me the run around?

A: I think it would be worth having the conversation again. If you’re becoming emotionally invested and he has alluded to being “exclusive” then you’re entitled to know where you’re going romantically. If he continues to give you the run around it would probably be best to cut things off for your sanity. I’ve been in a “relationship” like that and it ended with him getting a girlfriend behind my back and leaving me heartbroken. It’s unfair to string anyone along emotionally. Be direct in your questions so that he can’t skirt around the answer.

 

Q: Do guys ever turn you down? And if so, how do you handle it? I’m new to the dating game after getting out of a 7 year relationship and I’m really nervous about putting myself out there and potentially getting turned down. Any advice?

A: First of all, having a positive attitude is where it’s at! Don’t go in with the mentality that you might get turned down. Because guess what? You will. People can sense negativity and will gravitate away from it. Secondly, we all get turned down. You can’t take it personally. Everyone has their own personal preferences and we are all unattractive to someone. As someone with a background in sales I can tell you that with every no you become closer to a yes. It’s a numbers game. So brush it off and move on to the next one. Don’t let it shake your confidence! Take time to be confident in being alone as well, don’t lapse into a codependent behavior by jumping into another relationship right away.

 

Q: My boyfriend has recently been hinting at wanting to have a threesome with another woman, and I’m not really sure how I feel about it. I’ve never had one before or ever been with a girl, so I’m kind of nervous about that part. I really but I kind of feel like this is a way of him telling me that I’m not satisfying him in the bedroom. Should I be worried? Or should I relax and do it for him?

A: Talk to him. Express your concerns.  Communication is so important when it comes to anything in a relationship, especially when it comes to sexual exploration. There are a lot of variables here. How has your sex life been otherwise? Are there any other issues in the relationship? If things are going well and he is suggesting this, maybe he is just wanting to live out a fantasy. I know plenty of couples who have incorporated threesomes into their relationships and it’s enhanced their sex lives. That said I know plenty where it’s gone the other direction. If you voice your concerns and he is reassuring and understanding then I would take some more time to think about whether or not you really want to do it. If he is defensive at all, that’s a red flag. At the end of the day, your sex life is YOUR choice, and you do not have to do anything you are uncomfortable doing, no matter the reason.

 

That’s all for this week y’all, keep your questions coming! Fill out the contact submission form or email me at meredith@meredithactually.com!

Xoxo,

Meredith

Jeff

Not all men teach us a lesson when they’re done with us. Some are just fun for a while and then we move on with a few fond memories and another story to tell. Some teach us about ourselves, some teach us about trust and honesty, and some teach us about sex. But then there are those that so many women meet that teach us something much scarier. They teach us about trusting our instincts and about the danger of overly charming men. They teach us to question ourselves, to second guess every action, and to protect our sexual freedom. I went over 30 years of my life without ever encountering one of these men, until I met Jeff.

Jeff pursued me on instagram after following me and liking my posts for months. He was cute, light brown hair and dark eyes, a few years younger than I was but talked like a man who knew what he was doing. He lived in Aguora Hills or Thousand Oaks or somewhere way up in the valley that I was too lazy to drive to, so I didn’t really know if we’d ever wind up meeting. I liked talking to Jeff; we would talk about the thirsty guys in the comments on my instagram posts, my hilarious date stories, his date stories, and everything in between. We developed a comfortable and flirtatious friendship via text message, which I resisted even engaging in for at least a couple of weeks. It’s not so much that I play hard to get, but I’m a naturally guarded person and when I start to develop some sort of friendship (or more) with someone I truly take my time in making sure I want to give them access to my life. I like to think I’m a good judge of character, but when a guy is as charming and attractive as Jeff was, even I let my guard down.

After a month or so of talking and flirting, I finally agreed to hang out with Jeff. I very rarely would allow a man I’d never met to come to my place, but I felt comfortable with him and I have a taser. We’d had conversations about how men who message me are always expecting something, and I even told him about a time when a guy I met up with got a little too handsy and he acted appalled that someone would behave that way. He seemed to understand where I was coming from, even talked about how he had sisters and how he was very protective of them. I felt comfortable inviting him over because I thought I knew him at this point. I mean, come on, a guy with sisters he’s close to should be pretty safe, right? I was very clear with Jeff that even though I was letting him come over I was not guaranteeing anything physical with him and not to expect sex or anything. I know what kind of image I put out there, and as much as I love sex, I also still feel the need to make it clear that I don’t owe anyone sex. No one does. He said he understood and he was looking forward to getting to know me.

Yeah, sure he was.

Jeff showed up and was hotter in person. At least a foot taller than I was, a gorgeous smile and a typical southern California boy tan. He greeted me with a hug and I poured us each a glass of wine and we talked for a few minutes in my kitchen. He was so cute. I liked the way he looked at me and the way he smirked when he talked. I was still in the process of moving into my place so my living and dining area was completely empty, no furniture yet, and my roommate was asleep so I suggested that we hang out in my bedroom, the only room with furniture at the moment. He sat on the end of my bed and I walked around it and sat on the far corner of it from him. We sipped our wine, talked and joked for a little while and I was genuinely having a good time. That

didn’t last long though. We talked for maybe 5 minutes more before Jeff lunged forward and his tongue was down my throat. It kind of blindsided me and I pulled back and asked him to slow down. I’d never really experienced this before. Why wasn’t I into this? He was hot, I liked him, but for some reason I was suddenly uneasy and turned off. He slowed down and kissed me more gently then we started talking again…for a little while. I barely made it through one glass of wine before he was all over me, on top of me. I did not want this. I resisted for a bit, asking him to stop and slow down a couple of times before I just kind of said whatever and began unenthusiastically kissing him back. Why did I give in? I have never had a problem pulling away or not kissing back when I wasn’t interested. So why did I just let him kiss me? I wasn’t enjoying any of this. I’m always the first woman to tell others that you can say no, that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But here I was just giving in. I guess I felt like I owed him for driving all the way to Culver City to see me, or something. Maybe I felt obligated to at least kiss him because after all, I’d flirted with him, I’d invited him over. Everything in me knows that I did not owe him even the privilege of touching me, but for whatever reason, whatever deep, ingrained insecurity about feeling obligated to a man I apparently had, I passively kissed back. Maybe I thought that if I started kissing back I would begin to enjoy it and it would be okay. Maybe I thought he would be less aggressive if he knew I was into it. Or the thought I’m most ashamed of having: maybe he would like me more.

Things progressed to where Jeff was aggressively taking off my clothes. His hands seemed to be everywhere, and before I knew it I was completely naked, vulnerable, and he slipped his fingers inside of me. Too rough. Now, I’m not a prude or some kind of pussy, and I enjoy some moderately rough sex, but I didn’t enjoy this. Sex is supposed to be fun for everyone involved. I was not having fun. He then grabbed me by the hair with one hand and pulled me onto all fours. He slapped my ass so hard it made my eyes water as he pulled his dick out and basically shoved it in my mouth. I jerked my head back and told him to stop and that he was being too rough. He laughed, called me a slut, and said he knew I liked it.

But I didn’t like it. I didn’t want this.

I tried to pull back a few more times and told him to stop again. But he wasn’t stopping. He never let go of my hair and continued to slap my ass and sometimes my face, much harder than I ever wanted. I wanted to stop. I said stop. But he was twice my size and I thought if I just let him finish then it’ll be over. So I just let him fuck my face until he was done. I just wanted it to be over.

When Jeff finished he laughed, tossed my clothes at me, pulled his pants back on and said “I’m getting outta here.” I was shaking. I had never felt this way in my life. A combination of scared, angry, traumatized, and violated. I felt out of my body. You know when you have a dream that you’re throwing a punch or something but you’re moving in slow motion? I don’t even know how I got from naked, on my bed, to dressed and right in front of him, but it was as if my body finally allowed me to react, to fight back, and I felt my face get hot and I tried to slap him. He blocked my swing, and then acted like I was the crazy one and actually told me I should never hit someone. Like are you fucking kidding me?? You just basically raped my face bro, and you have

the audacity to tell me not to take a swing at you? Get the fuck out of here.

I told Jeff to get out and never to contact me again. I blocked him on everything, but not before sending him a lengthy text message letting him know that what he did to me was sexual assault and that I told him to stop. I don’t know if he even gives a shit or ever thinks about it. I’m sure I’m not the only girl he’s done something similar to, and he probably doesn’t think he’s ever done anything wrong. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next night too. My scalp was sore from how hard he pulled my hair and my ass was slightly bruised from how hard he slapped it. Everything hurt.

As time went by after my night with Jeff I started to think, was it my fault? I invited him over, I continued to kiss him, and ultimately I stopped fighting back. So did I have it coming? Did I deserve what happened because of our flirtatious conversations or the way I present myself sexually? Am I to blame for what happened? We are taught as little girls that when a boy is mean to you, pulls your hair on the playground, that means he likes you and that we should be flattered. When that boy pushes you down and kisses you, you are supposed to be thrilled. I never thought about the absurdity of that until I thought about the fact that I kissed Jeff back even though I didn’t want to. We literally teach little girls that abuse is a sign of affection. How fucking insane is that? As a 32-year-old woman with sexual confidence and a good head on her shoulders, that way of thinking was still in my head. I don’t have a daughter, and I doubt if I ever will, but if I do I will never EVER allow her to believe or accept that bullshit.

Hoe tip: Hoes can say no, too.

I have always been a woman who advocates for other women. I firmly believe that your sexuality does not make you any more or less of a person. No one should ever be made to feel ashamed of enjoying sex. Just because I enjoy sex does not mean I owe it to every guy who wants it. I should not have to hide who I am. I do not owe anyone anything. This is my body and I can do whatever I want with it. I deserve just as much respect as anyone else does, sex is my choice. It should have been my choice that night with Jeff, but he took that choice away from me.

I never heard from Jeff again and I don’t really think about him much or what he did to me. But what I do think about is how unfair it is that I spent so much time thinking I deserved what happened. I asked him to stop. I didn’t want to perform oral sex on him. I didn’t want to be slapped so hard I had marks on my ass for days. I didn’t want my hair pulled so hard my scalp was sore the next day. And I certainly did not deserve to get my face fucked when I told him to stop. I enjoy sex. I enjoy rough sex sometimes too. But on my terms, and with my consent. As women, we shouldn’t have to hide our sexuality or feel like we owe a man sex for any reason other than because we want to have sex with him. And in that same way, men shouldn’t feel that they owe a woman sex for any other reason either. Sex isn’t a form of currency. It should be fun for everyone involved. And after that night with Jeff, I promised myself that I’d never let anyone make me feel differently.

According to U.S. Rape Response Services, one in five women have been the victim of attempted or completed rape in their lifetime. One in two women have experienced or will experience some form of sexual violence other than rape in their lifetime. I’m part of that statistic now. Think about your friends, your family. Your best friends, your sisters, cousins, aunts. Not one single one of them deserved it. Sex is a choice, and everyone has the right to say no. I never reported Jeff to the police. I felt like it would just victimize me all over again, and at the end of the day it was a he-said she-said and likely nothing would happen. I knew I would be blamed for it and that he would argue that it was consensual. So many women never report their sexual assaults for the same reason. They get dragged through the mud and made to feel that they are to blame. I don’t know if that’s going to change, but I sure hope it does. Instead of teaching women they should censor themselves and be less sexual beings, how about we teach men to respect consent? While we’re out here being diligent and teaching women how to prevent rape, how about we spend time teaching men just not to rape?

I hope you read this, Jeff, and I hope you realize what you did and hope that next time a woman asks you to stop, you fucking listen.

*Name and locations have been changed for privacy reasons as no formal charges were filed*

Ask Meredith!

Here’s this week’s Q&A!

 

Q: I’ve been married for a fucking long time now. In fact, next summer is our 15th anniversary, 13 of which we’ve been legally obliged to one another. Kids n’ all. Don’t know if it was the youths insecurity or what, but I’ve tried it all with my hubby. Every position, every mainstream kinky stuff and some of the hardcore stuff.
From the beginning he was very keen to have butt sex and tried we did. After two weeks of dating that was and guess it was such a superior ass that he insisted on having more. And more. And more.
….And more. After fifteen years, he still fantasies, and proposes anal. And I give it to him plenty. Almost weekly. It’s always somewhat pleasurable for me also but man, I wish I could fuck a guy who is all about pussy. I go down on him regularly, few times a week, he rarely returns the favor. I’d ride him with vag-massage ’till dawn and he talks dirty, butt talk, how much he likes my ass and would like to nut in it. Usually I take my pleasure and let him have his in my ass.
I exercise and am super tight inside. Had some insecurities in that department once so got a regime and now I can pretty much suck and massage with my vajayjay. He enjoys it alright, but it’s always second best. He just prefers anal.
Tried to talk it out with him but am now fantasising of a real pussy eater, who’d fuck me senseless and enjoy it for what it is, and not expecting anal at the end.
Should I try and get some or stay faithful to my butt-fixated man?

A: Kudos to you for still being adventurous after being together for so long! This is a tough call because it’s great that you still have a very active sex life and I think many couples who have been together for as long as you have can’t say the same. I think another conversation is warranted. I do not advocate cheating on your partner. But he needs to understand that he is not fulfilling your needs sexually and that these are your fantasies. I don’t like to use sex as a bargaining chip, but maybe be less accommodating. Show him the same courtesy that he is showing you and perhaps he’ll start to get it. Keep the lines of communication open and be clear to him about what you want. Good luck!

 

Q: Hi. I really think im undersized because I have a skinny dick. It’s maybe 7 inches but its like two fingers thick only. Girls keep telling me its big enough when I’m asking and they seem to enjoy it, but it still kinda bothers me that the internet said it’s thin. Idk only one girl I stay close with said if I’m feeling uncomfortable I should thicken up my dick with a surgery.. what should I do?

A: We all have things we’re self-conscious about physically speaking. I’m not a doctor or anything, but I’m not really sure I’d trust some dick surgery for that. If you’re having good sex and girls are enjoying it, then don’t worry. Men with all different penis sizes are able to please women in a variety of ways, be adventurous. Also, if you haven’t already, learn to eat pussy. 7 inches is above average, length-wise by the way.

 

Q:  So my one roommate habitually cheats on his gf, and turned her against me and my other roommate (there’s 3 of us). She’s super hot, super nice, and doesn’t deserve it. What should we do? We can’t tell her b/c we have to live with the guy, but at the same time he’s turned her against us (assumably to protect himself incase we tell her). Things have gotten so bad none of us will be home when they are there (he’s a real fuck). What would you do?

A: Roommate situations like that are never easy. As shitty as it is, it’s not really your business to tell her or to get involved in their relationship. If she was your friend separately from him, that would be one thing, but unfortunately if you’re just a bystander it’s probably best to stay out of it. Things like that have a way of working themselves out, he’s going to get caught at some point.  As far as your living situation goes, it’s your home too. Act like they’re not even there and go about your business. And if the tension continues be clear with your roommate that what he’s doing is shitty and that it’s not cool to make being at home uncomfortable for you two since you are paying rent too. I hope your lease is up soon and you can move on from living with the guy though, he sounds like a douche.

 

Q: I’m having a difficult time with leaving emotions at the door when it comes to sex? Whats your best advice for removing the emotions from sex when it’s all someone knows? That may be tough to answer but I’ve been through enough BS and heartbreak that I’m tired of the toll it takes on me emotionally. I’m in uncharted waters, please help.

A: Making the conscious decision not to get feelings involved in a sexual relationship is a lot more difficult for some people than others. If you’ve always had an emotional connection to the person you’re having sex with, it will be difficult to have sex with someone who is just a casual parter with no strings. I’m not one that struggles with that, so my advice may be easier said than done, but try to separate the act of sex from dating and relationships. Seek out sexual partners that are open to casual sex and not interested in a romantic relationship. Be clear up front about those kinds of expectations and then you’re less likely to get too involved and hurt.

 

Q: What are some tips for going down on a girl?

A: Every woman is different in what they like and how they are shaped in the vag area. So it’s very important to be attentive and intuitive. Teasing the inner thighs and very lightly across the lips is a great way to build up the anticipation and turn a woman on immensely. Pay attention to how she responds to certain kinds of touch and in what areas. Find the clitoris. *A little louder for the people in the back* FIND THE CLITORIS. That’s how you’re gonna make her cum from oral. Don’t get too aggressive on it right out the gates, personally I prefer lighter touch as I’m very sensitive. Starting out lighter and slower is a good way to gauge what she likes, increasing in intensity to her liking. Pay attention to her breathing and physical responses and listen to her. Also, use your fingers internally to massage the g spot. This combo is like dynamite. Use a combination of licking and sucking on the clit as well, and when she cums don’t stop until she tells you to.

 

That’s all for today, send me your questions via the contact page here or via email at meredith@meredithactually.com!

 

Xoxo,

Meredith

The Lawyer

I met the lawyer on Bumble last year about a month or two before I moved to Los Angeles. I think maybe his name was Ryan. Or Mark. Or James. Okay I don’t have any idea what his name was, but I remember that he was some fancy criminal defense attorney who clearly had tons of money he enjoyed spending on women. He was attractive, but probably not a guy I’d really notice out in a bar. Very standard white male, average height, average build, dark hair and eyes, a nice smile and looked very much like your basic 35-year-old attorney guy. We didn’t have a whole lot of conversation before we agreed to meet up, and I knew I was moving away from Austin soon so I really wasn’t too concerned with him being Mr. Right…but a Mr. Right Now who wanted to take me on a date, well I was down for that.

The lawyer suggested we meet at Perla’s, one of my favorite spots in Austin. When I got there, he was already sitting at the bar wearing a perfectly tailored suit that looked expensive. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and said he’d ordered a bottle of rose’. I liked his style already. Perla’s is known for their oysters, so we ordered a couple dozen and enjoyed the each other’s company for a couple of hours. The lawyer told me about how he splits his time between Austin, New York City, and Los Angeles and that he really just likes to have a few pretty girls in each city to spend what little down time he has with. Nice dinners, fancy parties, and no strings attached.

Sign. Me. Up.

After we finished the bottle of rose’ and our oysters, the lawyer suggested we go get drinks at Hotel St. Cecilia, a fancy boutique hotel where celebrities and hip wealthy people stay just off South Congress. He was a member there and had his personal suite he stays in whenever he was in town. I agreed to go, and it was within walking distance of Perla’s so we walked over that way, hand in hand. Our conversation stayed very light, basic flirtation, he told me about traveling and being a high-priced attorney, I told him about my plans to move to LA. He was the perfect amount of asshole. Like I knew he probably didn’t give a fuck about my life story, but he was interested enough in what I did for a living or what my professional aspirations were. We had drinks sent to his room and he showed me pictures and things from his most recent vacation in Thailand.

Once the drinks were gone we began making out (as one does), and things went from there. There was really nothing remarkable about the sex. He went down on me, put on a condom, and then we had pretty basic sex. A little missionary, then doggy, then he came. It was fairly quick and size wise he was pretty average. The sex seemed efficient though, which honestly made sense to me considering his lifestyle. Everything was done with purpose and efficiency with this guy. I imagine a long-term sexual relationship with him would have been really boring, but hey at least I came.

After we had sex, I got the feeling that he wasn’t the “hang out and fuck again later” type. Like he preferred to sleep alone sort of guy, which was fine with me because it was a Thursday night and only about 10pm at this point so I could still meet up with friends who were out for the night. I began to get dressed, and as I mentioned I was going to meet up with some friends he called a car for me to take me all of one mile to meet them. I certainly didn’t mind that. I went into the bathroom to make sure I didn’t look like I’d just gotten fucked, and when I came out the car was there. He walked me out and told me he was going to be traveling for the next couple weeks but he’d let me know when he was back or to let him know when I was in LA. We kissed goodbye, I hopped into the car and reached into my purse to grab my phone. But what I grabbed instead was even better.

Next to my phone were 5 crisp $100 bills.

Did I just accidentally become an escort? Did that seriously just happen? Did I just get paid for sex? I couldn’t believe it. I texted him a simple “Saw my gift, thank you!” and his only response was “Of course, beautiful, be good.”

I seriously could not believe what had just happened. I texted my friend Sarah that she would not believe what just happened and when I told her the story she couldn’t stop laughing. We joked that he was my new sugar daddy and I offered to buy a few rounds of shots to celebrate the absurdness that is my life. We got to Green Light Social on west 6th, ordered a round of tequila shots and when we lifted the shot glasses to toast I said “thanks daddy” as we could barely stop laughing long enough to take the shots. All night long we loudly thanked “daddy” for the shots I bought with his money and Sarah told the story of the night to just about anyone within earshot.

The lawyer and I kept in touch for a little while, but our schedules just made it too difficult to meet again and slowly the communication stopped. I’m sure he’s got his LA girls already, but who knows, maybe one day we’ll meet again. I was never really the type to specifically go for men who would spoil me financially or be my sugar daddy or anything, but after my date with the lawyer, well let’s just say I’m definitely accepting sponsor applications.