Dear Ms. Fox, Knowing you're back and in fine form, I've another problem in need of your mind's mechinations and whatever else, if anything, your running briefs and high neck crop top can bring to the table on this most insidious muddlement. : The problem is thus My tolerance for idiots has been running low of late. I used to have a good deal of natural immunity; however, there seems to be an entirely new strain running around out there. What should we do?
BTW, your bikini is nice, but do you have an itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie yellow polka dot bikini? Asking for a friend.
"Flirt"?? Most of us "old" guys don't remember how to flirt. It's the dementia thing On an unrelated note, are you busy tonight?
Dear Mz. Faye, I'm a poor simple country girl who has never been schooled in the fine art of flirting. As an older, more worldly woman, maybe you can advise me on how it's done.
Dear John, Get a vintage primary school desk and duck and cover. It has gone nuclear with no way to stop it.
Dear Bruce, Tell your friend currently no bikinis, I gave that up at age 68. No yellow or polka dot ones ever. Sorry about your bad luck due to gas prices in 1967. Nice wheels, but that gas hike from 19 cents a gallon to 27 cents a gallon, did cause a lot of teenage heartaches. I noticed very little drain on my budget since I drove a VW bug.
Dear Shirley, Flirting has to be natural and one develops their own style. Put your best assets forward and use your Southern Bell charm.
Dear Ms. Feisty-Faye: Well at least you could post a pik of your last bikini without you in it. Gas wasn't so bad then. The car in the background was my first, a '61 Corvair. That summer I worked part-time for a farmer making 75ยข per hour CASH! -- which ended up being maybe $16-20 per week. I had my first GF then, and it cost about $4 to fill the Corvair, which was probably weekly. We'd go to the drive-in on the weekend, get popcorn etc., maybe do a few other things there that were free , hang out all week and by pay day I'd still have several bucks left, lol. I've been frugal ever since -- thanks for the constant harping Dad, it did make a difference: "Ya spend yer money like a drunken sailor!" Money was for putting into a savings account, not for spending.
Dear Mz. Fox, When we go out, my companions always insist on paying. They are rich and spend money freely. When I try to pay my share, they tell me that the pleasure of my company is pay enough. I don't have much money but I worry that I should still help pay the expenses. Should I insist on paying even if I have to miss a few meals to do so?