... with the articles Spitzer has written for Slate. He shows a keen intellect and an ability to cut to the heart of an issue that is found in few politicians. He also writes well. (I'm assuming they are not ghost written. If they are, then he is a fraud.)

I myself have in the past paid for sex. However the difference between me and Spitzer is that I only did it in jurisdictions where it was legal, because I was far too much of a coward to run the risk of being arrested by doing it where it was illegal.

Interestingly the in-house attorney at my current place of employment was recently suspended for being arrested in a john-sting, so maybe this is a lawyer thing.

So it does disturb me that Spitzer would knowingly break the law in the US, when he could, for example, easily have slipped over the border to Canada where he could have paid for legal sex. Also, as far as I know he has never publicly suggested that he believes anti-prostitution laws should be abolished.

The honest position, it seems to me, if you disagree with a law, is to comply with it, but speak out against it, and circumvent it by going to other jurisdictions. After all, the reason why we have democracies is so that people of different cultures can legislate for themselves according to their tribal customs, past history, traditions and so on.

But, yeah, I would vote for Spitzer if he really came clean. It isn't like we have many politicians with his intellect.

As far as the cheating on his wife issue. I think this is a bit of a red herring. They may have had an agreement, for all we know. Maybe she doesn't want sex any more. Maybe she has had outside affairs too. We just don't have that information, and we don't need it. All we do know is that they are still together.

Yes.

Well, it appears that her remark that she had "never been kissed" (a stock phrase in the British Isles) was just a joke that she threw off in the nervous pre-performance phase, according to a Timesonline interview, though she admits to being currently single.

And Britney Spears? Well it seems that in both cases rumors of their late-life virginity seem to have been somewhat overstated.

... about the way Susan has been launched on the public by Simon Cowell, but there is no doubt that she can sing a bit.

Cry Me A River has always been a favorite song of mine, though the only version I have ever heard is by Ella Fitzgerald. Click on my name to hear a snatch of it. Although I think I still prefer the Ella version and voice, Susan's does not compare at all unfavorably and it is interesting to listen to the subtle differences in phrasing, though I am quite sure Susan is familiar with the Ella version and has taken pains not to copy it too closely.

... don't discuss with women what kind of women they are attracted to. Since all women are insecure about their looks, this is a recipe for disaster.

This makes me think that the dude is rather immature. Since the couple met in the strictly-platonic section of Craigslist, it may be that they are both a bit timid about sexuality and I wouldn't be surprised if he recited the brunettes-for-me schtick in an effort to reassure his new friend that he wasn't after her ass, probably hoping to lure her close enough to get a piece of it down the line, which seems to be what happened.

I'm sorry to be so cynical, but I was once a young man, so I have insider knowledge of these things.

What the LW needs to do, if they are already "dating" (= fucking?), is to get him almost to the point of no return, then push him away and say but I'm a blonde, baby!

At this point, he will probably quickly readjust and declare his true feelings.

A few years ago at my work there was a young married woman whom I felt sorry for, because she was so unattractive, straight-as-a-ruler, bespectacled, and unsexy.

Then I heard she was getting married soon, and suddenly it dawned on me that she was exactly the type of girl I was attracted to 30 years ago, but that my own tastes had evolved so much that I had completely forgotten. Honest!

Somewhere along the line I accidentally dated a black woman, then another, then another... At some point I dated a very tall (Obamaesque) black woman, and then another, you get the picture.

My dear wife is not my ideal template, though she is such a fine example of womanhood, I wish some sculptor could cast her in bronze and put her on display in a shopping mall.

But what the hell? Either you get hard when a woman touches you, or you don't. These things cannot be completely controlled by the will, but there is no harm in experimenting.

If you want this man, take him, make him yours and very likely he soon will have forgotten his former dusky playmate. But if you don't try, you will never know.