His luck of the Irish runs out after affair

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This article was published 17/03/2019 (2428 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: I met my wife at a St. Patrick’s Day party. I’m not Irish, but called myself Patrick and tried to charm her with my fake accent. It must have worked because we’re married now. Anyway, on St. Patrick’s Day, I always take her out to dinner and call myself Patrick and we have a great time with that.

Unfortunately, she lost her sense of humour when I had a brief affair (more like a weekend fling) last year. She forgave me and we’re still together but she won’t play the Patrick game again with me this year and I don’t know why. I’m afraid to ask. She just said it would never happen again. Can you figure out why and tell me?

— Missing the Old Joke, Sage Creek

Dear Missing It: Your first betrayal was the evening you called yourself Patrick all night and were lying through your teeth to charm her. She’s isn’t into betrayal anymore, even if it’s a big joke, and you’d be wise to stop bugging her about that, my friend.

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: I found a four-leaf clover and pressed it in a book and then put it in a masculine pendant with a heavy chain. I gave it to my guy on St. Patrick’s Day four years ago. When I asked him this week where it went, he said he didn’t know, and acted like he didn’t care either. I know it’s a small thing, but it really hurt me. Am I overreacting? He says I am!

— Not An Emotional Twit, Southdale

Dear Not A Twit: No, you’re just reacting. This is how you feel. No one should be able to tell you that your feelings aren’t appropriate, so don’t fall for that. You do have the right to ask him why he doesn’t care. It may be this wasn’t a sentimental trinket for him, compared to other things you have said or done, out of love.

Everybody has different languages of love and one of yours is gifting. No doubt you want him to give you things that you value. You need to find out what his languages of love are so your words and actions hit him in the heart.

P.S. If he’s disorganized and can’t hold onto small things, your special gift may be long gone.

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: My boyfriend is in his late 20s and is one-quarter Irish. Every St. Patrick’s Day he thinks he’s 17 again and rolls around, drinking with the cousins and singing and acting silly.

I want to spend it with him because I love the music at the Irish parties, and I don’t want him to think I’m a fuddy-duddy. But I don’t want to get blackout drunk with him and his friends. Help!

— His Non-Irish Girlfriend, Westwood

Dear Girlfriend: Be a sport and volunteer to be the designated driver (DD) and don’t drink a drop of liquor all evening. That way, you can even go home for a while after you’ve enjoyed some dancing and singing, and come back later to drive the lads home safely.

Please send your questions and comments to lovecoach@hotmail.com or Miss Lonelyhearts c/o the Winnipeg Free Press, 1355 Mountain Ave. Winnipeg, MB, R2X 3B6.

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