This is our dating advice panel. The concept is simple: a panel of well-qualified experts answers your insipid questions about dating and romance. Commence.

Jennifer Allen is the proprietor, designer and star of her personal web cam site, www.pleaselookatme.com.

Kyle Skinner is a writer at Rushmagazine.

Perhaps it's that I heard a male friend recently make the new year's resolution to find his "one" in 2003, or that one of my closest girlfriends will marry her own paramour this coming year, but I've thought a lot recently about the truth behind the "it" concept.

What is "it"? I suppose it's that thing that guides people to the altar, the meeting that changes their lives, or that "one" who possesses the extra something that leaves them feeling like they have the strength to climb even the most treacherous of mountain paths.

Or is it? The aforementioned concept seems simple enough, and yet I'm afraid we've lost sight of the "it" factor, or maybe it's simply been exchanged for something easier to come by.

Does this sort of meeting have everything to do with accessibility rather than a deeply-rooted connection? You see, I have trouble with the idea that finding someone who fits like a glove is as simple as hanging out at your local brew pub or hot free lovin' singles joint. Are we so easily matched that we're okay with the notion that our "one" is living within a comfortable driving radius to our own homes? Could it be that we're simply settling for close enough to "it", rather than having to make that effort to extend our search beyond the county lines? Is it simply a question of laziness?

One could say that love these days is so ephemeral that it really doesn't matter that we choose to settle for ordinary rather than holding out hope for that extraordinary someone we can say without doubt is our soul mate. The love that's here today is easily gone the next, so what's the difference? I could marry Harry tomorrow, and divorce him the next day, only to settle into another relationship with Tom two days later. Okay, perhaps that's a bit too capricious a notion, but you get my point.

Son, when a man and woman love each other … no, seriously, there comes a point in certain relationships where you realize there is something special happening, something unique. You start to forget the meaning of the word "casual," and Monday night with the buddies becomes cumbersome. People start to think of you two as one functional social unit, and the coupling seems inseparable. You stop noticing cleavage on trashy blonde girls from the Eastern Shore. (Now, who am I kidding? That never happens.) You can't see yourself with anyone else, and think about being with her (or him, I guess) every waking second of every (suddenly more joyous) day. Let's face it buddy, that febrile tumbling in your tummy is not indigestion; you're in love.

After coming to terms with the fact that you actually have emotions and they are going to have their way with you, and best yet, you are ecstatic at the prospect, you have no other choice but to let your mate know. Unfortunately, that deviant toothy smile that looks like your First Communion photo is not going to tell all. More than likely, she's feeling it too, or soon will anyway. Yet, you cannot rely on telepathy, the powers that E.T. gave you, or John Edwards to help you on this one. You're going to have to tell her.

Before you willingly become an uxorious slave and hand over the so-called "pants" in the relationship, you're going to have to consider a few things. This will especially ring true if you've been in this so-called "boat" before. There is a remote possibility she does not feel the same way. And not only will that "suck," but it will definitely make things "awkward" if you tell her how you feel. This will leave you in a so-called "hellhole."

Tyrone is Ann Landers on acid. This email address is being protected from spam bots, you need Javascript enabled to view it with your problem or query and watch as he rips you a new anal cavity.

Dear Tyrone,

Lately, I have been curious about an encounter with the same sex. I am an early twenty-something male at a major American University, and each woman I have dated recently has had some major flaw.

There is an openly gay professor at my University that I have just begun to fantasize about. The fantasies began as simple dreams, and developed into a crush of sorts. I am not sure about how to approach my situation, so please help.

Tyrone is Ann Landers on acid. This email address is being protected from spam bots, you need Javascript enabled to view it with your problem or query and watch as he rips you a new anal cavity.

Dear Tyrone,

I am a 23 year old married female. My husband is constantly urging me to try various, and tasteless sexual positions. I am game to many of his ideas, as to keep our sex life spontaneous and fresh. One thing bothers me, though -- The Donkey Punch. I am not kin to violence in the bedroom, especially while performing sensually. My husband tells me it is his fantasy, but so far I have yet to try it. He also tells me not to think of it as a 'Donkey Punch', but more like a 'Kobe Bryant.' Please give me some advice.