Too Handsome In Honolulu

Dear Blabby There is a matter I must get off my chest. I am due to marry in the fall, but now have cold feet. My fiancé is a lot brainier than I am. Intellectually, she’s head and shoulders above me. I have to hand it to her. But lately she’s been a pain in the neck. She jumps down my throat whenever we don’t see eye to eye. She makes me the butt of her jokes, venting her spleen. She even gives me a tongue lashing whenever we have disagreements. Blabby, I don’t have the guts or the heart to level with her face to face. You see, I don’t intend on marrying her, but haven’t the stomach to deal with my dilemma. We’ve spent an arm and a leg for the wedding. Just a short while ago we were head over heels in love. But recently we’ve just been thumbing our noses at each other. When I tell her I love her just to keep the peace, she elbows me in the ribs before giving me the finger. Blabby, here’s the bottom line. I am a very handsome young man. Women find me irresistible. My skin is flawless and bronzed. My eyes shine like Burmese sapphires. My hair is golden and wavy. And as for my torso, arms, and legs? I am a Greek god. My fiancé is kind, brilliant, and giving, but she’s no raving beauty. The mirror tells no lies. I deserve a gorgeous wife. Being modest and shy by nature, I ask your advice on how to break the news to her. Too Handsome In Honolulu Dear Too Handsome, Tell her you are backing out to marry your one and only love, yourself. Enjoy the honeymoon! Aloha! 8/4/22