DEAR ABBY: I’m 36, doing very well in business, single and deeply in love with a 58-year-old woman. She has been a neighbor since I was in grade school. She’s petite, pretty, intelligent, cheerful and looks my age. My parents moved to Florida when I turned 27, and I bought their home just so I could be near her. On my 33rd birthday, I begged her to cook for me. We had dinner and too much wine and ended up in bed. We don’t live together, and she often tells me to find a younger woman. I have tried to ...