Dear Enid, a work acquaintance with deep pockets implied I was old for shtupping my new mid-70s beau. What should I do? — Burned
Dear Burned, silently nod while she’s reminded you hold the power of the pen over her. Withhold offering the favor she needs of you. Then, when she begs to circle back to before she called you old, suggest you become PayPal.
Candidly,