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Dear E. Jean: I’m a fan of your advice column in Elle–and I’m so upset because I can’t stop thinking about that handsome pirate captain who raped me in a Bergdorf Goodman dressing room

June 25, 2019
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Dear E. Jean:

I met the most wonderful man. We’ve had three amazing dates and have spoken almost every day on the phone. Everything was going perfectly until two days ago, when he stopped answering my calls and texts.

I texted him because I was worried, and he responded by saying he was swamped at work, and he’d contact me after he completes his big city-planning project. Then he blocked me on every social media platform and blocked my phone number. I sent a bunch of texts to his business number, just to tell him that he could count on me for at least some moral support. His secretary called back to tell me that his decision (blocking me) was final as of right now. I sent him one last text to tell him that I was there for him no matter what. But now I’m scared that I pushed too hard and that he’ll never want to see me again. Did I do the right thing by trying to contact him, even though he said not to?—Hating to Lose Him

Dear Hating to Lose Him:

The man snatches the bodysuit up and says: “Go try this on!”

You try it on,” I say, laughing. “It’s your color.”

“Try it on, come on,” he says, throwing it at me.

“It goes with your eyes,” I say, laughing and throwing it back.

“You’re in good shape,” he says, holding the filmy thing up against me. “I wanna see how this looks.”

“But it’s your size,” I say, laughing and trying to slap him back with one of the boxes on the counter.

“Come on,” he says, taking my arm. “Let’s put this on.”

Dear E. Jean:

I’ve been dating a boy for seven months and am head over heels in love. Very early in our relationship, he mentioned he had a fiancée who died unexpectedly after being with him for four years. He will not answer any questions about the dead fiancée because he said it would be too painful for me (huh?). He’s secretive about everything. He has a number of aliases, won’t share his e-mail address, phone numbers, etc., and has no close friends or family. And now there are four years of his life about which I can’t ask any questions.

My friends and family all think I’m going to wind up in a body bag. But I think his fiancé’s death was so painful, he can’t talk about it because he doesn’t have closure. I’ve suggested he see a therapist, but he says that’s “not an option.” Should I forget it? Or give the guy more time and see if he’ll open up? —Stuck in a Fog

Dear Stuck in a Fog:

The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.

I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.

Dear E. Jean:

What would you say if I told you that the man I love is bankrupt? What if I told you that his bankruptcy was due to professional incompetence, that he has no signs of income, and that he cheated on me for six months ’till I took him to a therapist and made him stop? E. Jean, what would you say if I told you this same guy can be loving, good in bed, and excellent at household chores, and that I’ve asked him to move in with me?

I make plenty of money for two (I’m in the one percent), but I have three kids to put through college. Am I being stupid about letting him move in? Or just petty about money?—Mother-in-Love

Dear Mother-in-Love:

CNN’s Anderson Cooper quickly cut to commercial Monday after the anchor was visibly taken aback by a comment from Elle columnist E. Jean Carroll.

Carroll, a longtime advice columnist, recently came forward to accuse President Donald Trump of raping her decades ago in a Bergdorf Goodman dressing room in New York City….

“The word ‘rape’ carries so many sexual connotations,” Carroll explained. “This was not sexual. It just … it hurt … it just was …”

Cooper interrupted then, saying, “I think most people think of rape as a … it is a violent assault, it is not sexual.”

Carroll, nodding her head, fired back, “I think most people think of rape as being sexy. Think of the fantasies.”

h/t: Steve Sailer

Update: Thanks, Instapundit!

Posted by Charlotte Allen

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