DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: Over too many drinks, my best friend recently told me that when we were teenagers, she slept with two of my boyfriends. Not one, but two!

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I can’t believe how I let things go this far. For fun, I started online-dating a man from another country across the Atlantic, never thinking it’d progress to something big. My problem is I made myself out to be this exciting person I’m definitely not.

My sister recently went out with some old friends and colleagues for a reunion-type gathering that happens every couple of years. (Her and I used to work together at the same organization, though I wasn’t in her department.)

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I thought some of my friends were cruel when they’d say to their 18-year-olds: “Now’s the time for you to find a place of your own and start to be an adult!”

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I have been living with this wonderful man for several years. When I met him, I’d just gotten out of a rotten marriage, and I wanted nothing to do with rings and weddings. Well, surprise, surprise! My live-in has turned out to be the man of my dreams and, although I said I’d had enough of marriage after my first husband, I don’t feel that way now.

Reporters on the farm meeting circuit have been picking up on anecdotal reports of farmers questioning the value of their investments in agricultural research through commodity checkoffs.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I’m in my early 40s and single again. I just went through some old Valentine’s Day cards — nothing like torturing myself. I realized there’s something weird in my head. The names of my major boyfriends all started with an ‘R.’ They were Randy, Rick, Ronnie and Robert. Isn’t that crazy? When I put their pictures side-by-side, there are other similarities — sandy brown hair, green eyes, they wear a lot of jeans and boots, and they all seem to love the outdoors.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I got some news recently that really shook me up! I thought I could go into my dad’s business after high school, learn the ropes and end up running the operation. But today, he asked me where I want to go to school after graduation, and what I want to study! I’m in Grade 11 now.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I had some “work” done on my face pre-COVID, and a person who is not my close friend, found out somehow about my facelift. Having no real facts, she built a false story about my surgery, got things wrong and then made the mistake of telling people.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: My young wife used to lack self-confidence, but since she started working with this new woman at her sales job, she’s been acting weirdly confident. She’s bought a new wardrobe — a lot of bold red and black — and now she dresses up every day.