Okay, Letty gets a wee bit of venting time here: Why does anyone ask any other advice columnist anything about anything having to do with love and relationships? I just read the latest Advicemama column, and she is not only dull, she is not incisive. The question was about how long to wait before letting your ex have your kids around his new SO [significant other]. This woman has a man who is still with the last woman he cheated on her with, and he has their kids all up and around this woman. The mother said the kids are young. She didn’t tell their age. I think that the advice advicemama gave was weak, at best. She said to wait six months after the divorce of the parents to introduce the kids to the new lover.

Um, really? Even if the situation is like this one, where the man is going to leave his wife and stay with the woman he left his children’s mother for? These two aren’t even divorced yet! Yeah, I know! Right. They aren’t divorced, and he already has her kids around this woman. That’s wrong in so many ways. Six months is a long time to a high schooler, but to an adult, six months is no time at all to know if the new person is going to be able to meld cohesively into the family. It isn’t even enough time for a person without kids to know enough about someone new. I mean, come on. Advicemama, take some advice and don’t help people screw things up. Waiting for kids to heal and become okay takes longer than six months. I want all the people who commented on her AOL page to come to my advice column at www.fixmylove.com. My Let Letty Help column is the real deal!

Ah, I feel so much better. I am not going to pussyfoot; I have some serious business going on in this D File. Bea dropped a bomb in the last edition, and now there is a plan in the works to find a person who may—or may not—want to be found.

That’s it. Read on. And let us know what you’d do.

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Mother’s Day is almost a week away, and I’m already beginning to pamper myself. Waaaaay too many of this girl’s girlfriends wait for others to give them flowers and spa gift cards. Well, this girl don’t! I went to the spa this weekend and nearly got a happy ending from a (hottie) guy masseuse who was way too liberal with his thumb. I had to tell him that I was married to a cop*, and if he proceeded to touch me like that, I would have him brought up on ag-assault charges. He laughed, I didn’t. It creeped me out and I told my friend who owns the place, who is a guy, who has crushed on me for a while now, that his masseur was touching me in way that only one’s lover should. Really!

Then I told one of the girls that was getting a mani-pedi while I got rubbed-down, and she went and got a rub-down while I got my nails polished. She let the hottie do what he does best and tipped well accordingly. What a whacky morning that was. We told our friends that we met for lunch and we were split on the topic. Half of them wanted the guy’s card (and most of them were in some type of LTR), and the other half thought it creepy… skin crawling creepy, not Freddy from Nightmare on Elm St. creepy. (By the way, I saw Nightmare on Elm St. One-word review: S-C-A-R-Y!)

Anyway, I thought I’d ask you. What do you think? It was only sixty years ago when…

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