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Dear E. Jean: I’m thriving in NYC at a snazzy new job, and last night I returned from a week at our San Francisco office. Tired and jet-lagged, I ordered a bottle of bourbon from the local wine and spirits store. The delivery boy was hot—a wiry, tattooed bike messenger type with David Bowie cheekbones and green eyes. I reached for my handbag to tip him and discovered I had no cash. So I invited him in for some bourbon. I didn’t have sex with him, but we did a little of everything else, just like in high school. Which he no doubt remembers very well, since he is 24. I just turned 49. Advertisement – Continue Reading Below Dilemma 1: He just texted me and wants to see me again. Dilemma 2: I haven’t had sex in two years. Dilemma 3: I can’t possibly look that good. Is he just hustling me? — Witty in the City Witty, My Luv: Of course he’s hustling you— and Auntie Eeee adores him for it! Because of all the bourbon, brandy, rum, vodka, gin, and whiskey cocktails in the world, the ...

Dear E. Jean: Let me start off by explaining that I’m not a woman with outrageous expectations. But the thought that I’ll never find a man to be happy with is so frustrating, I’ve resorted to casual sexual encounters. And it’s not like I’m high-maintenance. Nor am I a neurotic clinger who expects to meet Mr. Right at a bar or club. So how do I make it happen? Advertisement – Continue Reading Below My last relationship ended two years ago and left me heartbroken. But I’m holding my head high and have not looked back. I don’t want to sound conceited, but I’m kind, generous, low-key, and I have a good heart. I excel at my job, and I’m pretty—so I just don’t get it. When I do manage to meet someone, we have dinner, then—nothing. Somehow they fall off the face of the planet. (I don’t sleep with them that night. I’m not the dumb girl wondering why they don’t call.) But now the dates are becoming fewer and fewer. I’ve had just one in the past seven months! —Where the Boys Aren’t Dear ...