Hey Buenos, I've got a pretty serious problem.  I think my girlfriend is cheating on me.  It's driving me crazy and I can't stand the thought of her with another guy.  The worst part is I'm not sure if she is or isn't.  My buddy told me he saw her at this one bar sitting on another guy's lap and running her fingers through his hair, but I don't want to believe it.  See, we've been together for like two and a half years and I've never even suspected her once of something like this.  My friend who told me swears it was her, and I trust him to tell me the truth, but sometimes its dark in that bar and he's only met my girlfriend three or four times over these past couple years, so maybe he was mistaken.  I wish I could know for sure because in the meantime I'm having a helluva time not accusing her of cheating when I'm around her.  What would you do in a situation like this? - Cincinnati Cuckold

¡No Mamis, CC!  This IS a serious problem!  As I've mentioned before, the best way to know if she's been with someone else is to sniff her privates for another male's scent, but women can be crafty and sometimes they bathe themselves before you get a chance to check that out.  It seems like you and your lady have had a good relationship over the past several years; one that you'd like to keep if you can determine that she is being true to you.  In that case you need to ask yourself a few questions.  Does she bathe herself more frequently?  Does she wear newer, sexier collars?  Is it more difficult to schedule time with her?  Do the two of you fight more than usual?  If the answers to these questions are yes, then I would try to get first hand evidence.  Tell her you are going out with your buddy ahead of time, then go out with your buddy to the bar that he says that he saw her at.  I think you must have all the facts before you confront her, and if you can't get reliable first-hand knowledge, you will have to put your suspicions out of your mind.  It reminds me of a time when I thought maybe Trixie, my fellow cat, was hiding in a box.  I let my cat perception be fooled by my suspicion that she was there, since she hides there frequently.  Then when I peaked into it to bat her in the face she ambushed me, jumping on my back from the counter top above. Don't let that be you, CC, I still have the scars on my flabby cat back today!

Buenos is no private eye, but he has been known to solve a mystery here and there.  Ask him your questions at buenos@stevesword.com.