DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: The former love of my life, who moved off to work in Ontario years ago, is suddenly back here with a job in her field. Whoop-di-doo! She’s a mathematical genius, but ditzy in real life. She phoned me up last week and asked to go for drinks and dinner.
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Read unlimited articles for free today: Already have an account? Opinion DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: The former love of my life, who moved off to work in Ontario years ago, is suddenly back here with a job in her field. Whoop-di-doo! She’s a mathematical genius, but ditzy in real life. She phoned me up last week and asked to go for drinks and dinner.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I said, “Why not?” and named a place. Over dinner she ordered quite a few “drinkies” and got tanked. Get this: She said, “I’ve had all summer to think about us.
We’re made for each other. Let’s get married, and have three little red-haired kids!” She’s auburn, I’m golden-red — it’d be quite the combination. Still, it’s just foolishness.
Let’s hope it was the booze talking, or else she’s really losing it. I must admit she’s actua.