
Dear Sugar,
I was supposed to sing at a friend's wedding coming up this Fall. My travel for the wedding has already been booked, with the majority being nonrefundable. I just got an update from the bride-to-be that she's called off the wedding with no chance of reconciling with her mate.

Though you have quite a few thrifty friends who you’re always more than happy to oblige by grabbing deli sandwiches over a dinner out, or a long walk instead of a trip to the movie theater, one friend in particular is notoriously stingy with her dollars. She constantly complains about being broke. In fact, half the time you end up paying the way for both of you and don’t see a dime in return.
When using her computer, you get a brief glimpse of her bank statement open on her screen.

Dear Sugar,
I love beautiful things. Sometimes they are expensive (such as an Hermes Birkin) and other times they are cute outfits at H&M. I splurge and I save and then I splurge again.

Dear Sugar,
I am 26, have a great job, and live on my own. I have been dating a guy for seven months now who is 23, lives with his parents, goes to college, and works full time. It's not his emotional maturity that I'm concerned about, rather his place in life.
You know that big group dinners can be a pain, but it’s a good friend’s birthday so you decide to make the most of her party. You’re having an OK time, except you feel like the odd woman out when the other girl's start up a conversation with a group of guys one table over. Before you know it, you're practically the last one left at the table while the rest of them — with the guys — have wandered over to the bar.