P,
So I should be flattered that hubby prefers twenty-one year old blond coeds, assuming men are only attracted to one type? Dearest P, you know I’m not one to interfere in others’ lives or especially their marriages (please do try to compose yourself), but for some time I’ve been aware of the oldballandchain’s Svengali- like grip over you in these matters. Sure, he pretends you’re the boss concerning children and home but who really cares about those issues? I think he’s figured out just how to make you believe that your thin blond self, with so many great assets, shall we say, isn’t what a nearly middle-aged (do I hear forty running toward someone awfully fast?) and dare I say it, slightly balding, fellow prefers. I do fear he hopes you won’t notice and wonder why you’re not living in Tuscany with a European aristocrat (or Dick Cheney–although I think he prefers a bit nastier woman). Of course I can’t act out against your oldballandchain for his Machiavellian plot. Suddenly do feel the need to yell at hubby, however. I’m sure he’s done something.
Faithfully,
C.


