May 27, 2005 Edition
Dear Max:
I think my boyfriend may be cheating on me. I found a thong on his bathroom floor, and it wasn’t mine. I want to confront him, but what if it’s something like his sister’s? Or what if it’s his? That could get awkward. However you slice it, I want to know. What should I do?
Thongless in Theattle
Sometimes I ask for things, about things, to do things, and nobody ever understands. I asked for a snack very recently, and nothing. Blank stares. ”What, Max? What is it?” Mother of Moses! It’s written right here on my face. So ask away, but if you don’t get the response you wanted, don’t be surprised.Dear Max:
I’m tired of living a lie. I’m thinking of coming out. What do you think?
Imprisoned in Indianapolis
Come on out. I love being outside. There’s so much to smell.
