
Mary asks…
i like the girl i dated one time, she wont call me back, is this a good letter?
i think this letter is good to show my love. is this a good letter. YOU ONLY HAVE TO READ A LITTlE BIT, not the whole thing
Hi Lauren,
I’m disappointed in you. I’m disappointed that I haven’t gotten a response to my voicemail and text messages.
FYI, I suggest that you keep in mind that emails sound more impersonal, harsher, and are easier to misinterpret than in-person or phone communication. After all, people can’t see someone’s body language or tone of voice in an email. I’m not trying to be harsh, patronizing, or insulting in this email. I’m honest and direct by nature, and I’m going to be that way in this email. By the way, I did a google search, so that’s how I came across your email.
I assume that you no longer want to go out with me. (If you do want to go out with me, then you should let me know.) I suggest that you make a sincere apology to me for giving me mixed signals. I feel led on by you.
Things that happened during our date include, but are not limited to, the following:
-You played with your hair a lot. A woman playing with her hair is a common sign of flirtation. You can even do a google search on it. When a woman plays with her hair, she is preening. I’ve never had a date where a woman played with her hair as much as you did. In addition, it didn’t look like you were playing with your hair out of nervousness.
-We had lots of eye contact during our date. On a per-minute basis, I’ve never had as much eye contact during a date as I did with you.
-You said, “It was nice to meet you.” at the end of our date. A woman could say this statement as a way to show that she isn’t interested in seeing a man again or she could mean what she said–that it was nice to meet you. The statement, by itself, is inconclusive.
-We had a nice conversation over dinner. I don’t think I’m being delusional in saying this statement.
In my opinion, leading someone on (i.e., giving mixed signals) is impolite and immature. It’s bad to do that.
Normally, I would not be asking for information if a woman and I don’t go out again after a first date. However, in our case, I’m curious because I think our date went well and that there is a lot of potential for a serious relationship. Of course, it’s difficult to predict what would happen, but I think there is a lot of potential for a serious relationship developing between us one day (or least there was before your non-response to my voicemail and text messages).
I think we should go out on a second date. In my opinion, our first date was good enough to lead to a second date.
Why am I writing you? Well, hopefully, we will go out again. Even if we don’t, I gain utility from expressing my thoughts to you. In addition, even if you don’t want to go out again, I would like to get feedback as to why you wouldn’t want to go again. Normally, I wouldn’t ask a woman for this type of feedback after a first date, but this is an exception given I think we have a lot of potential.
Best,
Thomas
answers:
I read ”Hi Lauren” and got bored.
You sound like a stalker. One date and you’re writing a letter because you’re
mad she hasn’t called you back? She probably has a life. You’re being
Way to dramatic.

Ruth asks…
My boyfriend failed to get me the right gifts for christmas. How can I deal with my anger & frustration?
A little long, but please bare with me. I really need your help as I am still extremely angry with him.
My 21 year old boyfriend of 2 years is such an idiot and knows nothing about buying gifts for a woman. For the past 8 months, I’ve been living and working in Germany. When it came to purchasing a christmas present to send to me, he couldn’t have made bigger mistakes if he tried.
Firstly, he bought two packets, one of each flavour of my favourite lollies back home in Australia. He also bought me an extremely beautiful and expensive journal with an incredible artistic marble art piece incorporating a violet butterfly. He ordered this along with a “Love Letters From Italy Boxed Notecards and Envelopes Set” which is presented in a gorgeous plastic covered envelope, both ordered from Italy. Pity Butterflies aren’t my favourite, but the notecards and envelopes have a great artbox design.
He then purchased a DVD of the first movie we saw together on our first date and which I haven’t seen since but loved and another two additional DVDs. These being a movie which I really wanted to see before leaving for Germany (which I can’t pick up in stores here) and another which was a two disc documentary set on the history of ballet. Ballet is one of my many interests and passions.
Speaking of Ballet, he got me a complete guide to all the technical terms in the discipline and a beautiful calender containing pictures from The Royal Australian Ballet.
He purchased two German lottery tickets for me via a friend of his who lives near me here, bought a nice printed art work card and finished it all of by containing everything in a pink patterned box with a nice ribbon.
He then sent it all to me in the mail just in time for christmas.
Even though all of it is beautiful, good quality and somewhat related to my interests in life, I am disappointed because at the end of the day it is a collection of things which I wouldn’t purchase for myself if I was to go out to the shops. Because of this, I’m left with all these things which I’ve never really wanted and will just take up unwanted space. He had the chance to make sure that any presents he gave me were things which I would buy by myself or which I wanted. Instead he got me this collection of useless and definitely inappropriate items.
I’m extremely disappointed and spent a fair amount of time crying after I received them. I was completely beside myself.
It just proves that some men can’t present the right gift for their girlfriends. I feel like he doesn’t know me at all and am disapointed because I really thought he knew everything about me, including what I might like without me even having to tell him.
I’m so angry with him. What should I do next? How can I deal with this bitter disappointment and negative feelings for him at the moment?
Why would this be a joke?
answers:
WOW he’s quite possibly the worst boyfriend in the world! Poor you. Buying you all those stupid expensive presents that completey relate to your interest, how dare he?!
I don’t get what your complaining for. Tell him you just don’t like them, and have him save himself some money.

Lisa asks…
How is this story so far?
Prologue
June 6, 1966
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Devlyn,
We are pleased to inform you that your son has recovered and he is now fit enough to be discharged. Please continue to check up with the doctors should his symptoms return.
Congratulations on your new, healthy child,
General Hospital of Beckam
The mailman arrived to the vacant house of 66 Luc circle and creaked open the mailbox and placed the letter inside with a thud. He turned to leave, feeling a prickling on the back of his neck. He turned back towards the dark house, his eyes squinting for any sign of movement in the faraway windows. He took an uneasy step forward and dropped to the ground, cold and still as ice. Hundreds of miles away in a brightly-lit nursery, a newborn awoke with a start, opening his huge, jet-black eyes.
Chapter One: Enemies by fate
The bright fluorescent lights of a dingy orphanage room flicked on and a middle aged woman who resembled a vulture stalked towards the center of the room to a small bed that had a sleeping child on it. “Up!” she screeched, pulling the threadbare blanket to the floor. The boy startled awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I’m up, I’m up” he grumbled, sliding out of bed as the woman walked out, slamming the door shut. The boy was small, with messy dark hair that looked as though it had been sheared by someone who just wanted to get the job done. He had a pale face, his features nothing out of the ordinary. His eyes, however, were green with black pupils dilated to the point that you almost could not see the green. He stumbled forward towards the closet, squinting his eyes against the bright light. He pulled open the small door and took out the small gray uniform off the hanger-this was the only item of clothing in there. He dressed into the uniform that, despite being small, hung loosely on his miniature frame. He walked out the door, peering down the long gray hallway-everything here seemed to be gray with a sort of quiet suffering. He trotted down the hallway towards the winding stairs, looking over the balcony. “Ah! Here he is, the darling thing” said the same vulture-like woman in a sickenly sweet voice. “Why don’t you come down here and meet these nice people?” she gestured towards a couple standing a few feet from her. The boy looked at the couple closely, there was something odd about their overall stature; fluid, but stiff. Inflexible, but graceful. They were odd.
The boy walked down the staircase towards the three people, taking his time. “Come on dear, don’t keep them waiting” said the vulture woman in the same sweetly ill voice, this time holding a note of malice and warning. He picked up his pace, stopping a few feet short of the trio. The couple stared at him. He stared back. “Introduce yourself now” said the vulture. He gave her a glance before looking back at the other two, his eyes now engulfed by the black dilation of his pupils. “My name is Lance. Lance Detris.” Lance walked away, back to his cold dreadful room, back to his sanctuary.
The couple turned towards the vulture woman questiongly. She rushed to explain, “he’s a bit antisocial, but not to worry, he’d be perfect to adopt.” The couple made no acknowledgement that the woman said anything. At last, one of the two spoke up, a woman. The woman said, “he’s intriguing. He reminds me of someone I know.”
The vulture woman looked surprised at this revelation, her eyes widening comically. “Oh, does he?” she let out a shrill false giggle. “Well then, I guess he’ll be up for adoption? Yes, yes indeed. How lovely. What are your surnames?” she said very fast. The couple looked at each other. The strange woman turned back slowly, her face catatonic, and spoke. “Mr. and Mrs. Devlyn.”
answers:
Your writing is fluid, but you need to change up some of the words. This beginning is slightly vague, as no one knows who the baby is, but it is interesting nonetheless.
Please finish this!
~Best of luck!~

Daniel asks…
What should I do about these letters?
I lived in this house for over 65 years and I got a new computer as an early Christmas gift. My granddaughter who is 15 showed me how to use it. She showed me how to use Yahoo! and Yahoo! Answers. I keep getting a letter from a woman (mother) apologizing and wanting a relationship with her daughter. The 1st one said dear Samantha it has come to my attention that I … and I’m sorry I want a relationship with you. I sent it back. She kept sending me back more letters to come back to the family, this is your mother I want a relationship with you, etc. I’m not Samantha and no one named Samantha lives here. Whenever I keep sending the letter back, she sends another letter. I received over 50 letters. What should I do?
I don’t know her. I don’t want to meet someone I don’t know.
This is through postal, not through internet.
answers:
Well if i were you, i would just write her a letter back. I would tell her that there is nobody there named samantha, and she must have the wrong address.

Michael asks…
What do you think of this?
Anonymous: If you are reading this letter, i’m probably dead now. The place i’m in is horrible and the smell is just unsanitary. I’m writing with a piece of charcoal. They cut my arm off so please excuse my writing. I barely get any food, they torment me every other day, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I was born on June 1967. My parents abandoned me at birth and I was raised by two wonderful loving foster parents. They both died when I was 15 and had to live my young life in poverty. I had to eat out of the garbage and getting a job seemed just impossible. Every waking moment of my life seemed like someone was there pushing me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was barefoot in spite of weather conditions and no one took me in. It was like this for 3 years until I joined the military. There I met friends who could replace my parents and it seemed as life was getting better. I got fresh food, a place to sleep, and people that actually care for me. It was hard being in the military because of all the harsh training and the discipline I received. I made enough money to support myself and left the military to start my new life. When I was young I always wanted to make my parents proud; I was just like that i suppose. Every time i look at my family photo my heart just rips into pieces. It’s like someone is literally crushing it. I kept living my life and it just seemed like it was going in circles. I traveled across the world and ate every delicay that was known to man. I saw famous sites and did all that I could to be happy. In the end there was no purpose of life, but just a breathe that will disappear forever forgotten. I wanted to grasp something new, something different, something real. I tried every religion but it seemed like it wasn’t working out. There was one religion that I did not do which was Christianity. I went to church one day and sat in the back. I couldn’t really understand what the pastor was telling the congregation. I went as the years went by, but nothing has changed since. I questioned if God was real, and how he can change lives. I thought all that was baloney. One sunday morning as I was in the back this woman was telling the church about her life. She had exactly the same life I was living. I was cut to the heart and tears were running down my face; I knew I wasn’t alone. She was saying how much God has done for her and how he has changed her life. When the service was finished I quietly went up to her and asked what’s the meaning of all of this. She said Jesus Christ has given me life. She also said a church is just a building; it’s the people inside that makes it foundation. As we were concluding our conversation she said if i was saved. I was confused by her words and asked what it meant. She said going to church won’t get you to heaven. You have to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior and that he died for you on the cross for your sins. That he rose after 3 days. If you simply heed these words you will go to heaven. For a moment I thought she was insane. I went home grumpy because it sounded unreal. After that day I never went back. Years past and my life was getting worse. I lost my job and I didn’t have enough money to pay the rent. I asked God if he was real. I asked him ” God, if you are real, show me.” I didn’t get a reply, but something in my heart was burning; it felt like fire. One day while I was sleeping I was dreaming of going to heaven. I saw my foster parents there and asked where I was. They said you’re in paradise. Then this man clothed in white as bright as the sun came before me and asked me who I was. Then I told him I dont know how I came here. He smiled and said “Come friend.” He sat me down and we began to conversate. I felt like I was talking to God face to face. He said “Son, I have a plan for you. Something that will change you life.” I’m confused I said. Then he smiled and said just believe. I woke up, but it felt so real. That day I was wondering of what the man had said to me. Then i went back to church and found the lady that I had talked to a few years ago. I told her the story and she said that man you talked to was Jesus. I fell to the ground and gasped. I said it was impossible; but it was all too real. She said, “Brother the Lord has called you, now is the time to accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior.” I eventually accepted Jesus and became a Christian. I never had a second thought of why I became a Christian. God sent me all over the world preaching about the gospel. I knew my time on earth was going to come real soon. I went to China to preach but the communists captured me and tortured me. I still loved them, because if only their eyes were opened, then they may see the beauty of Jesus. Puss and infections spread throughtout my body. They cut my arm, and crush every ligament. I was still happy because of the joy God gave me. I knew where i was going to go after this little moment of pain. I would be with God in paradise. Friend…. I’
answers:
.. Nawww that sounds sad ..
.. At least in a conversation with you .. We’d only have to nod
..
.. You seem to like to ‘talk’ a lot ..
.. And I kinda don’t really ..
.. But I’m a great listener ..
.. And I would have listened to all of that O_O ..
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