Wise answers to perplexing questions.
Dear Answer Lady
On my best friend’s first date with her new boyfriend, he took her to dinner at the Merion Inn. On their second date, they hit a couple of art galleries followed by drinks at Carney’s. Third date, he took her to Henry’s and bought her a diamond ring! I think he’s rushing things, but she seems infatuated. How do I stop her from making a huge mistake? – Bummed Out or Bum’s Rush?
To use the vernacular of the day, (and one of the few expressions the Answer Lady is actually “down with”): uh, good luck with that. One of two things is going on here: your friend has been fortunate enough to meet the love of her life, they are on the same schedule, and this lightning-like courtship pace will have no effect whatsoever as to whether or not they live happily ever after, or…. not. Your job as the BFF is to absolutely express your concerns, either with a “Hey, what’s the big rush?” or a “Can we talk? I’m a little worried about how fast this is going,” depending upon your relationship. You should brace yourself for the likelihood, however, that no matter which approach you take, your words are going to go in one ear and out the other. You don’t mention that you have a beef with the man himself, by the way. If you ARE concerned about him specifically, say it. Otherwise, express your concerns and then step out of the way. You are either about to witness a train wreck, in which case you should be there to clean up the wreckage, or a fairy-tale ending, in which case you can be a supporting character. Literally.
Dear Answer Lady
Am I turning into a cranky old lady, or are the holidays arriving earlier and earlier each year? – Suzie Scrooge
Dear Sister Suzie
From one cranky old lady to another: yes and yes. One has barely begun recovering from the Labor Day hangover before being bombarded with Halloween candy, and whilst still knee-deep in Snickers wrappers, television programs and magazines are featuring turkey recipes. The Answer Lady expects that by the time she is in her 80s there will be Christmas music playing at 4th of July parties. But she digresses. This is one of those nothing-you-can-do-about-it scenarios, isn’t it? If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So strap on those reindeer antlers, shelve the diet, and pass the turkey. Extra gravy, please.