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Living in Sin: Breakage

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Jen Sincero is a musician, sexpert, and the author of the bestselling book, The Straight Girl’s Guide To Sleeping With Chicks and the semi-autobiographical novel, Don’t Sleep With Your Drummer. She currently hosts a weekly sex talk radio show called Dr. Happypants on killradio.org.

Living in Sin is her weekly advice column for LA's sexually curious, confused and constipated. Got a question for Jen? Ask her. We promise to be discreet (all questions will be posted anonymously).

Dear Jen,
I'm a 24 year old girl in an extraordinarily happy relationship. My problem is that lately I've been fighting the desire to mess around with other men. I've been in serious relationships since the age of 15, and even though I love my boyfriend, I'm afraid that if I marry him without ever exploring being single, I'll be unhappy. It seems that the better and happier my relationship gets, the more and more tempted I am by other men. What is wrong with me?

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I was hiking the other day and I tripped, fell, and broke my arm. As I was lying there face down in the dirt, I was musing over how quickly your life can change in a nannosecond (and wondering if anyone had witnessed my Three Stooges moment).

They put this huge splint thing on me, it's like walking around with a warehouse on my arm, and I no longer have any feeling in my neck from the strap of my sling. But as uncomfortable as it is, for the past two days, me and my elephant arm have been treated like queens by the nice people of Los Angeles -five different people at Trader Joes offered to help push my cart, my neighbor comes over every morning to help with my bra, and when stopped by a guy with a puppy on a leash, I was the cute and popular one.

As I sit here typing with one finger, I fear that my hopes of making a brilliant analogy between our situations may be far-fetched. And that I'm going to have to own up to the fact that I'm really just avoiding answering you because I don't have a great answer. Life is short? Nothing is certain? Relationships and arms can be broken, but after some pain and excitement, they can also heal?