Dear Abby: I’m 18, and feel I have met the man of my dreams. My question is: do you think lovers can spend too much time together? Every minute, every hour and every day that we can spend together we do—and I love it. But I don’t want this to ruin our relationship.
—Confused in Mississauga, Ont.
Dear Confused: There’s nothing unusual here. One of the best things in life is waking up, turning over in bed and seeing my loved one. That’s what I call my reflection—“loved one.”
Dear Abby: How do you explain to a man how uncomfortable hot flashes are?—Hot Flash Hilda
Dear Hilda: Is this a prank? Hot flashes—as if those are real things! MacKay, you’re hilarious. How do you think up this stuff?
Dear Abby: I am 80, and “Doreen” is 72. When we started dating seven years ago, I “simply wanted to be her friend.” Now she just wants to be MY friend and date another man. Your observations, please.—Eddie
Dear Eddie: Listen, things change. I used to belittle my predecessor for meeting with rock stars like Bono to discuss international development. But now I shamelessly have myself photographed alongside celebrity musicians like Bryan Adams, Taylor Swift and that nice long-haired lady from Nickelback. Is that hypocritical? Maybe. But it’s a small price to pay for their backing vocals on my forthcoming album of Leo Sayer covers.
Dear Abby: Please settle a disagreement I’m having with my husband. In the song Jingle Bells, he insists the horse’s name is “Bob Tail.” I’m pretty sure it’s a description of the horse, as their tails used to be “bobbed,” or cut short. Please understand my husband is one of those guys who is “never wrong!”—Jingle Belle
Dear Jingle: Laureen?
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