Stranger Than Most

By SUSAN LAUTZ

I hate it when a friend or client tells me she’s found the perfect man. I’ve been through the scenario so many times, I just shake my head. She’s in love and nothing I say will make any difference. It’s like watching a two trains barreling toward each other on the same track. The result is never in question. The only variables are how long it will take and how bad it will be. The hallmarks of a doomed relationship can be summed up in four words (coincidently the title of this column): Too Much, Too Soon.      

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