
After two years of highlighting her own romantic (mis)adventures for The Sunday Paper, a weekly newspaper in Atlanta, columnist and seasoned dater Blane Bachelor is now helping you with yours.
Suspect your boyfriend is cheating on you – with your brother-in-law? Sick of being burned by bad boys, but no idea how to relate to a guy who says he’ll call and – gasp! – actually does? Caught the old ball and chain balling someone else? Let Blane come to your rescue. She delivers on-the-mark advice with honesty, humor and just the right amount of snark. Send in your drama or trauma via the adjacent form, or via e-mail to askabachelor@sundaypaper.com.
A few things to keep in mind:
- While it takes a lot to make Blane blush, this is a dating and relating column. She'll answer questions about sex as they pertain to relationships, but save the explicit stuff for the XXX chat rooms, ok?
- Your letters may be edited for length or clarity (but not so much that they prevent readers from discerning what an idiot you are, if that’s the case).
- Blane will keep your identity under wraps (though she can’t promise she won’t rip on you if it's warranted) and your e-mail address will not be sold to Third-World spammers promising appendage enlargement through magic pills.
- While your anonymity is guaranteed, your letters may also be used as fodder for blog discussions, articles and dinner-party conversation.
- If you don’t sign off with a catchy nickname, Blane will make one up for you. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Blane nor the The Sunday Paper assume responsibility for any psychoses, bar fights, estrangements, arrests, unwanted pregnancies, alcohol-fueled tirades, selective memory loss, evictions, torturous first dates, drug addictions, family rifts, theft, adultery, booty calls, incest, car accidents, unemployment, harassment, dismemberment, co-habitation, or any other physical, psychological, spiritual, emotional, mental or sexual hardships, conditions or maladies, temporary or permanent, potential or perceived, wherein, herein, whereas, in accordance with, blah blah blah, that may or may not directly or indirectly result from ignoring, following, or contemplating ignoring or following her advice. (That pretty much covers it, anyway. For the exact disclaimer, accurate legalese and all, contact The Sunday Paper at 404-351-5797.)