It happens to the best of us. You get dumped. Suddenly New York City seems so big, so lonely, so full of seedy “gentlemen” just waiting for their chance to sniper your heart and leave you bent and broken. It either has happened to you or it will happen to you, so gather round girls, 
Introducing the Mandate; a peek inside the male psyche for all the readers of New York Press. This column will attempt to bring light to all of your dating conundrums with thorough and brutally honest answers to your burning questions. You may not always like the answer, but the Mandate speaks the truth, the whole 
One thing I get a lot of, being the brilliant sex and dating columnist I am, is people contacting me for advice. A very good, very beautiful, smart and funny friend of mine recently emailed me a dilemma, and speaking about it with other girlfriends, I realized that what we have on our hands is 
Are boys all idiots? I get asked this question a lot. And while I’m always very quick to jump to the defense of boys—they are a complex, emotional bunch after all—I have to say I’m deeply sorry, but yes, yes for the most part, they are all giant idiots (and I don’t mean to say 
I’ve never watched Grey’s Anatomy, but I think I get it—there’s some guy called McDreamy and some other guy who’s like, McLovesy or something, and McDoeEyes can’t chose between them. And in between it all there’s McCheatsy, McDies, McLetsJustBeFriends and McDoctor. I mean, that’s close enough right? But here’s the thing—I’m pretty sure there’s no character 
Yeah, you heard me. I’ve figured out how to make a relationship work. I’m basically Batman right now but better, even though I don’t have a neat utility belt (I’ll get one though, I swear). That’s not to say I’ve actually employed my theories, or that I’m even capable of being able to fulfill their terms, but I get 
Am I oversexed? How much sex is too much sex? It’s not just me though, is it? We’re all “doing it” just a little bit too much. Right? I love sex. I think sex is wonderful, whether I reach climax or not. It’s fun, raunchy, great exercise and I feel wonderful afterward. What’s not to 
You know The One (You Always Go Back To). This is the person with whom you share two very powerful aphrodisiacs—chemistry and understanding. In my case, I met The One (You Always Go Back To) in the middle of New York’s sweltering summer. We proceeded to spend the next few months throwing down whiskey shots at 
It happens to the best of us. You know what I’m talking about—that one person who captures your imagination. And by imagination, I really mean imagination. This is the person you go crazy over, not because of who they are, but who you think they can be. To generalize, this person probably doesn’t see themselves the 
Happy New Year! Now, which of you had a dirty midnight snog, and which of you stood in the middle of a room of people groping each other, entirely excluded from the exchange of saliva at midnight? It seems that you have either one of two options when ringing in the New Year—kiss someone, or 
