Dear Lisi: Last night, I woke up when I heard a noise outside my window. My blinds were drawn, so I just peeked out, thinking it was an animal rummaging through the garbage bins. Instead, I saw two people kissing on the street, tumbling into cars and garbage bins.
Dear Lisi: I have a problem. I want to have sex with my boyfriend every time we’re together, but he doesn’t. We’ll go for a walk, and I’m so attracted to him, I want to stop and kiss him passionately on the street. He pulls away, embarrassed because we’re in public. When we go to a movie, I want to lean in on him, maybe even touch him, but he pushes my hand away. And as soon as we’re home, I want to rip his clothes off and have sex. But he’s not into it.
Dear Lisi: My husband and I just got married a few months ago. Everything is great in our life and relationship except one thing. Whenever we’re out with his buddies, married or otherwise, he has a new habit of commenting on my breasts. He’ll say something like, “Babe, your tits look great tonight.” And then he’ll wink at his friends.
Talk to him again, but if he still doesn’t get it, maybe talk to one of his friends who can speak to him on your behalf.Reader #1 — “This person may not be able to come up with brilliant messages on the spot but ought to be able, if this tragedy involves a death, to take some time to write a simple sympathy note, and perhaps make a small memorial donation. And whether it’s a death or something else, you don’t have to offer a perfect speech that immediately soothes and heals the griever’s wounds.