Dear Jack, nobody knows what killed the squirrel. We just woke up and found the poor bloke dead. Oh, we saw him foraging in the woods surrounding our villa. Some of those trees are hundreds of years old. The maximum span of the life of a squirrel is of course infinitesimal in comparison. But that’s the order of nature – the old provide for the young. Let’s call our squirrel Tom, though why exactly that name I don’t know. Just sounds OK. Continue reading
Dear Jil, economics is what’s delaying your wedding not malice. It’s pure economics. Your future in-laws can’t afford the wedding. They’ve hinted and even voiced it but you’re not paying attention. If you want to marry, it’s better to address their concerns, or they’ll keep postponing the wedding. This is the second postponement, and though I understand your unhappiness, the fact remains they have an economic challenge. Continue reading
Dear Jack, I hope you know this girl is playing you. Of course you know she has a boyfriend. At best you are an hypotenuse to an evolving triangular equation, an adjunct consanguineous addendum. I know you’ve made a heavy move on her. She’s pretty. But she’s also very self-aware and deliberate in approach. What worries me is the basis of your strategic pursuit of this inamorata, the means you’re employing Continue reading
You’re well aware of my belief in wholesome relationship. You have a girlfriend who treats you like an ATM machine. That cannot be wholesome. You’re dating an exploiter. You’re ATM, Jack. All your girlfriend does is demand and collect money from you. You have a demand and supply relationship.