Single File: Cackles and relationships

DEAR SUSAN: Never too late to add to your list of relationship deal breakers. Tonight, I added cackling! And you don't want to know the details. Paying $80 for a Thai dinner kinda rocked this country boy back on his heels, but it was gourmet good and quieted her down for a while.

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DEAR BLOGGER: Let's see now. The newest addition to the dreaded deal breaker list is female cackling. Never having seen (or heard) her, I'll stay quietly in the shadows and tell only my eight BFFs about the incident (as well as, of course, publishing your letter). But come to think of it, I've done a bit of cackling myself -- in my college years, not recently. My friend Dede's father, convinced we were being fed next to nothing, would send her cartons of goodies for late-night food orgies with 10 very hungry and talkative undergrads. As bad as your lady's cackling was, it can't hold a cannoli to those hen parties.

On the serious side, though, ending a promising relationship because of a few cackles seems almost unfair. No, I don't know the details of that evening, but it must have been more than a few cackles to turn you off. Or, on second thought, it may have been the time and place they were uttered. Which gives rise to a few delectable details I won't go into. Better luck next time.

DEAR SUSAN: Amen to your words about men who seek meaningless sex. I'm not a player, but I've had sex with women I didn't love. At worst, it was mediocre, and at best, it was like enjoying playing one's favorite sport. I've also loved women I never slept with because of terror of intimacy. But I still hope to hit the sweet spot someday.

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DEAR BLOGGER: Send me a translator, please. You're seconding my thoughts about men seeking meaningless sex? What on earth did I say? I can't recall putting my imprimatur on loveless sex at any time, ever. Maybe you interpreted it to fit your thinking on the subject. As you asked, I didn't print the last part of your letter, but even reading it again (and again) didn't clear things up. I still don't know what it is you're trying to communicate.

As to finding the sweet spot, friend, I will venture a guess that it will elude you for a lifetime. Judging from your letter, you haven't yet located that elusive locale and probably won't -- until you walk the path of true love.