Got questions about navigating life with diabetes? Ask D'Mine! Our weekly advice tower, that is, hosted aside veteran type 1 and diabetes author Wil Dubois. This week, Wil is prepping for Valentine's Day — which happens to trace his 30th wedding day of remembrance recently! He has some thoughts that require his "ridicule hat" insights, so Here goes…

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A'Mour, type 3 from Arizona, writes: Put on your laugh at hat, Wil! I need your advice on what to give back my excessively unsoured T1 sweetheart for the big V-daytime. I wish something to show I care, but as wel something a guy would actually like. Are electronics excessively impersonal? Is candy out? What roughly a big tubful of ready-to-gnash popcorn? Macho sick alert jewelry? Dudes Don't the like stuffed animals, right? Or should I just put on a sexy "Teddie" and say, "Here I am!" As you can see I'm in a lot of upset here…

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers:The Teddie. Definitely the Teddie. To workforce, nothing says screw like sex. It's always the turn same "gift" detail on every man's list for Valentine's Day. And for anniversaries. And Father's Day. And birthdays. And the Fourth of July. And Chinese New Year…

Yeah, I get it on. How caveman of Maine. How very inappropriate in that #themtoo, sensitive, loving, ultra-politically correct, post-feminist era. But it's still true. Guys like sex. We're hard-wired for it, we're interested in information technology, we expend a lot of prison term thinking about it, we enjoy it, and information technology's no secret it's what we are after with our investments in what we are buying the ladies for V-Twenty-four hour period.

Yes, hands invest ii billion dollars in flowers per year in hopes of getting lucky.

Which is non to read, contrary to popular female feeling, that men don't integrate love into sexual practice. We get along. And patc IT's admittedly that men have intercourse sex, that doesn't mean we don't love sexual practice even more with women we love. So I say plow ahead and buy yourself something sexy, wrap yourself up in it, and let him unwrap your invest. It's low carb, cheap (at least if you're the one giving the empower of sex), and good exercise. Ohio. But one Word of caution. Sexual activity as a gift needs to live different from daily sexual urge. That mightiness mean role acting, if you suspect your married person is into that sort of thing, or you can consider—within obvious limits—consenting to a sex act that you know he'd enjoy, that you aren't more often than not too great happening.

Oh dear. I see arrows pointed my way, and they ain't from Cupid.

Hey, I'm not suggesting you demean yourself here, but rather, I'm pointing out that if sex is given every bit a empower, information technology needs a unequalled flavour. That could be something dissimilar operating theatre special, or something arsenic undecomposable as letting the encounter be all about his pleasure, with you doing all the work, rather than the fully interdependent encounter that I believe the lion's ploughshare of couplehood sex should comprise.

Course, if you are a female reader not even so to the physical degree in your human relationship, this would beryllium the last-place possible gift. Still, if this is the eccentric, you can still hold the gift of sex in another way: By paying honest court to the fundamental make fun-cape of all things incidental sex; and by that, I mean instead of the endow of recreational biota, give a sexy gift. A gift patterned with sexual appeal and innuendo.

For instance, you could give him an old-fashioned pin-risen calendar. The censorship police haven't brought down Playboy just yet, and even though the Gambol's Illustrated Swim Suit calendar is ambitious to find at retail these years, it's still sold online. And if you lack to mix and match male interests, you tush get calendars of scantily clad females with cars, with motorcycles, with airplanes, with guns(!), with construction equipment, and more. The heel goes along everlastingly, there's symmetrical one that mixes girls with golf.

And they state men don't multitask well.

Anyway, your guy volition enjoy the sentiment apiece calendar month, and be reminded that you aren't some insure, half-crazed, possessive case harpy that won't get him stick with his natural instinct to necessitate a irregular (or third) look at a pretty lady. Feminists will disagree with me, but from a poke fu perspective this will bond him more closely to you. A woman World Health Organization trusts him and understands male nature?

Now, that's sultry.

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Finer yet, if you want to take it up a notch, join forces with some lady friends and experience some sexy shots of yourself (nothing you'd be embarrassed for your grandmother to see) and have a one-off calendar ready-made of you from a seller like Shutterfly. You can represent your jest at's very personal Miss January, Miss February, Miss March… Talk about braggart rights.

Personalized or timeworn, a girly calendar isn't exit to turn him into a unsportsmanlike bounder, unless He was one in the first place, in which eccentric he doesn't deserve the calendar, much less electronics, popcorn, and all the rest.

So speaking of electronics…. a good V-day gift? Personally, I don't think so. Home electronics just get into't say "loved one" to me, just that English hawthorn be a generational thing. Sure, who doesn't like a red-hot plaything, but I'd save the gadgets for B-days.

Candy is a longstanding V-Clarence Day gift, at least from men to women. I'm not sure how that got started, because IT actually is a frightful gift for anyone, PWD Beaver State sugar average. I love you, Hera's a box of food with no nutritional prize that volition get you fat and make your face break out. Go figure. Perhaps information technology has its blood line in search, gathering, and the role of men bringing abode the bacon. Or maybe it was just the marketing mavin of the candy companies. Popcorn is delicately, if He likes it, but I think it lacks the personnel office quality a wild-eyed giving demands. So what about the jewelry? Nothing says hump like jewelry, right?

Jewelry is a great gift. Long-suffering. Often expensive, showing a willingness to invest in a relationship, and if worn frequently, reminds the wearer of the person who talented information technology. But tread lightly on medic alert jewelry. As we pointed call at our Christmas gift generous guide, it's generally a not bad idea to separate the diabetes from the PWD when IT comes to gift-big unless the gift is for a diaversary.

And stuffed animals? Dudes like stuffed animals honourable fine. At any rate this dude does. For age at the clinic a fuzzy, fat infinitesimal black Gorilla gorilla smooching a big reddish Valentine Clarence Shepard Day Jr. heart to his chest sat on my bookcase. A V-24-hour interval gift to me from my very own T-3. It was a cute gift and I appreciated it.

But I would make rather had sex with her.

This is not a medical advice newspaper column. We are PWDs freely and openly sharing the Wisdom of Solomon of our massed experiences — our been-there-done-that knowledge from the trenches. Bottom Line: You still need the guidance and care of a authorised medical professional.