Love Lola: Hot or sweet and a sister problem

Dear Lola,
My boyfriend and I recently got an apartment together. To make it more affordable his sister moved in with us too. My guy and I are happier than ever, but his sister is making me nuts! She's a spoiled princess and it seems like he's been raised to give in to her every whim. How can I compete?
Sibling Saga


Dear Saga,
If I could build a time machine, not only would I return to my early 20s when I had the body of a Japanese gymnast, I would also track you down and stop you from ever agreeing to this living arrangement. I'd sit on you if necessary.

I understand a girl's need to budget and live within her means, but having to share a bathroom with Donny and Marie Osmond is not something you can put a price on. (Reader note: For those of you too young to remember the hideous Osmonds, picture Stephanie and Spencer Pratt in bell-bottoms.)

Sadly, if your boyfriend has been raised to see his baby sis as a helpless half-wit, you've got your work cut out for you in changing his POV. Try testing the waters some night to get a sense of how he feels about the arrangement. Brothers are naturally defensive and protective of their sisters, so tread lightly; you don't want to wake the sleeping bear!

If he seems to regret the set-up as much as you, start looking for a one bedroom ASAP. If, on the other hand, you find them snuggled on the couch watching Gossip Girl next Monday, pack your bags and hit the road.

A man should only have one princess in his life.

Good Luck.

Dear Lola,
I'm interested in two girls right now. One is super sweet and cute and I know she'd make a great girlfriend. The other one is super hot and kind of crazy; totally not the kind of girl you'd bring home to meet your parents. Part of me wants to be smart, but I also think I should just have fun while I'm young. Who do you think I should choose?
Indecisive


Dear Indecisive,
What's that? Oh sorry, I didn't hear your question over the roaring thunder of your MONSTEROUS EGO!

Dear lord, your letter should have just asked; “Can I have my cake and eat it too?” In your case though, the “cake” is the pretty, wholesome gal your parents would love and the one you want to “eat” is some crazy chick you met at a club. Honestly, I feel filthy from just reading your email.

Could you be anymore arrogant? Who says you get the choice? Dividing your options into two superficial categories of boobs and brains and then weighing their pros and cons is so chauvinistic. For shame my friend.

How about getting to know these women? Perhaps this Miss Perfect sweetie-pie has a scandalous, dirty past. Or perhaps your sex kitten is writing her thesis. Either way, I'm sure they're both better off losing out on your heads or tails approach to romance.

Here's to hoping the first girl sees through your act and the second one gives you herpes.

Lola

Dear Lola,
Are you a real person? Do you really go to Fanshawe? What makes you qualified to give out advice each week? Just curious.
Reader


Dear Reader,
They say curiosity killed the cat, but in this case you need not fear for your safety darling. I'll gladly answer your query as best I can. People actually ask me all the time why anyone should be concerned with my opinion on how to approach the hurdles that life throws them. Honestly, you don't have to care at all about what I think or agree with anything I say to still impart some wisdom from my words. I'm just an extremely opinionated woman, who's been through enough bullshit to spy a disaster a mile away. Hopefully, my 20/20 hindsight can be your warning signal.

To answer your other question, yes, in fact I do wander the halls of Fanshawe College. I will not divulge if I am a member of the strike-hungry faculty or the sex-hungry student body though, I'll leave that up to you to figure out. I can assure you that I have an extensive background in psychology, sociology, counseling and social work studies. More valuable than any degree I may have accumulated, however, is my self-appointment doctorate in “life lessons.” Simply put; I earned my stripes in street smarts long before some educational institution handed me a diploma tied with a shiny red ribbon.

So it's true, you may accidently bump into me in the Tim Horton's line-up some day. Watch out though, I'm always looking for a fresh topic to tear apart with my narrow-minded, ignorant point of view.

Thanks for the letter.

Love Lola

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