Dear Abby: My middle-aged wife wants to go clubbing with people in their 20s.

Dear ABBY: I am married and in my mid 40’s. My wife and I have a strong social life, which we both feel very lucky and blessed to have.

We have amazing friends who are a great support system and we hang out with regularly.

Lately, our women have been wanting to go to dance clubs, where most people are half our age. I am the youngest man in our group of friends. We carry on despite feeling uncomfortable.

We get weird looks and the occasional comment, and it’s hard to be there.

We have talked about this between the boys and we agree that this is a difficult situation. We’ve had conversations with our wives about feeling uncomfortable, and we’ve all had similar responses, like “Well, then don’t come.”

Once or twice I’ve hung out, my wife was cold to me for days afterward.

She really likes going clubbing with her friends and I don’t want her to stop enjoying her life. I also find that she feels safer in those environments when I’m around.

It’s just hard for me and my friends to feel like losers or people who are “too old to be in the club” despite the fact that we are with our wives.

Is my perspective valid? Or should I just soak it in? — SUPPORTING MAN IN TEXAS

DEAR HUSBAND: No boy is “too old” to dance. If your problem is that you feel weird doing it, you and your friends should consider signing up for some dance lessons. (No, I’m not kidding.)

With someone who has experience and has the patience to teach you, you can have fun.

Those with two left feet or no sense of rhythm should consider another activity on the nights their wives go dancing.

PS Your wife shouldn’t judge you for feeling awkward going to those clubs. Instead, she should try to help you.

Dear ABBY: I had an unpleasant experience when I joined a friend and her friend at a restaurant for dinner recently.

I arrived at the agreed time, early in fact, and expected to find them waiting in the lobby for me. They were nowhere to be seen, so I texted my friend a few times to let her know I was there and ask where they were.

I finally walked through the crowded restaurant and found them sitting and eating salads and rolls. They had already ordered their dinners. I got angry.

I thought it was poor etiquette as I was just in time. At least they could wait to order and start eating. I repeat: I was not late.

I will never agree to dine with them again. What do you think about this? — FENDER IN THE EAST

DEAR FUND: I think your friends were rude. It certainly didn’t make you feel welcome.

If you could write to them, they might reply to let you know when and where they were sitting. I don’t blame you for being reluctant to have dinner with those two again.

If you do, there’s no guarantee you won’t be treated the same way.

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