Whiskey Sour

"you're afraid of love"

That's what the scarlet-shirted man at the bar said to me. I shrugged and took a swig of my whiskey sour. Who was he to say that anyway?

When his drink was set before him, he grabbed it and moved to the other single woman at the bar slyly propositioning her. She threw her blonde highlighted hair back and laughed drawing her electric blue nails across the ice dew on her glass. She's captivatingly fearless.

I stared down into my drink. Given a couple more of these and I'm sure I could be that flirtatious. "Doubtful. You'd just be a messy drunk."

"Did you say something, Angel?" The big cowboy to my left asked. He'd already downed quite a few drafts, but he seemed no worse for the wear.

I began to shrug; then decided to confess. "See that man in the scarlet shirt, he asked me to sleep with him, and when I refused, he said, 'You're afraid of love.'"

The cowboy stopped mid-gulp and turned to fully look at me. My cheeks flushed warmth as I became spotlighted in his blue-eyed gaze. He looked at my empty glass. "Sweet Pea, can I buy you another drink? It'll take the edge off."

"One whiskey sour is my limit. A ginger ale would be fine, though." I scratched my nose and pushed my straight red hair behind a ear. Cowboy seemed nice, toned, and twice the man that scarlet-shirted man was. "Do you think he was right?"

Cowboy waved the bar tender over and ordered a ginger ale for me. He picked up his draft and took a gulp. "From my experience, love and sex do not equate. You can have great sex and no love for the other person."

It was my turn to take a gulp of my ginger ale. The liquid fizzed down my throat. "Okay, so you're saying that dude equates love and sex? So I shouldn't be feeling offended at his comment."

"Exactly." Cowboy raised his glass to mine, and we clinked glasses. I smiled.

Intimidated Men

someone explain to me why headstrong and confident women are so intimidating to men.

"good morning"

Why in the world do people wish each other "good morning"? It makes no sense. Honestly, it's not like we don't know it's morning--after all, morning came to us by either a nagging mother or a yelling alarm clock. Not pleasant. So don't you wish me a good morning! Anyway, I know it's morning so let's quit with the obvious.

sheesh.

If love is so great, why does it hurt so much?

If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true?

a letter & response

Dear Dr. Jeanne,

I have decided there must be something wrong with me. Not a single boy has ever liked me nor have I ever had a boyfriend. I must have a third ear or nostril that I've never noticed before.

I have never had a boyfriend. There must be something wrong with me. You'd think by age 20, I would have had one. Nope. I'm as single as ever.

An oddball,
Ivy Thorpe

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My Dear Ivy Thorpe,

Surely, there is nothing wrong with you. In this day and age, spinster-hood is rarely reached. People are both dating earlier and later. You happen to be one of those later-daters. Don't worry, hun. If you do have a third ear, I'm sure your someday-boyfriend will enjoy whispering secrets into it. And if you have a third nostril, you'll be able to enjoy this man's scent all the more.

Never fear. You aren't that strange. I didn't date till I was 25. And people might have considered me a spinster. Anyway, some boys are slower in the whole pursuit of women than others.

Go buy yourself a milkshake and smile.

With love,
Dr. Jeanne

Weddings and Elopements

One of my dear nieces eloped three days ago. She and her boyfriend had been going steady for a year or maybe it was two years. We all knew marriage bells were in the future. We just did not realize that it would be elopement.

Apparently, she stumbled upon this information. I suppose we'll have a family party for her once she and her husband return.

via

Blessings on your marriage, dear.