#3 Advice@ScriptoriumLudi

This is the third installment of our new advice column featuring the wisdom of his nibs, the even-handed calligrapher, Brother Ludi.
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Dear Brother Ludi,

I am writing to you because my Mom thinks you are the greatest.

I know this is nothing new for someone my age, but I am having a lot of boy problems. The last little creep to ask me out wore orange sneakers and ate his cheeseburger with a knife and fork like a British wanker.

Enough of boys, I think I am ready for some man problems. I just want a man, please and thank you!

My Dad suggested that I buy a Harley and hang out in biker bars. Mom said I should bring myself back from the dark side and change my major from media sciences to something more respectable such as mechanical engineering or quantum physics. As you well know, Mom is a famous mathematician.

What should I do, Brother Ludi? What should I do?

Boopy Betty Boop
Sighing in San Diego

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Dear Boopy Betty Boop,

Have patience, Boopy, your man problems will arrive soon enough since you look exactly like your Mom.

However, if you are in a big hurry, you might consider moving to Argentina for a few months to ride with the gauchos. Otherwise, jump on one of those sport-fishing boats out of San Diego. You will meet plenty of old geezers, excuse me, men, willing to bait your hook.

I guarantee that you will incite a boatload of man problems before you dock with your catch-of-the-day.


XXXxx*O*xxXXX
(like my angel?)

Brother Ludi