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    April 3rd, 2008 · No Comments

    What do ya think?

    Someone tipped me off to go read this.  (Here’s the link)

    Dear Prudie,
    I am a twentysomething female engaged to a wonderful man. We have been together for five years, and I couldn’t be happier. During the summer, he was gone for months on business, and I committed a very bad act. After a night of what I thought was harmless flirting with a guy at a bar, he invited me to crash at his place. I made the biggest mistake of my life and cheated on my husband-to-be. I’m not blaming the incident on too much alcohol (although that was a contributor) and fully accept the blame for what I have done. I am full of guilt and hate for myself. I’m afraid to tell my fiance because I know our relationship will end, but at the same time, I don’t want to start our lives together with a huge lie. My parents’ marriage ended due to my father’s infidelity, and I swore I wouldn’t be like that … but here I am. To make matters worse, my best friend is now dating this person. She knows what happened and was disgusted by it, but a month later they were exclusive. I know she is disappointed in me, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that her boyfriend had a part in this, too. He has been sending me sexual text messages lately, and I know if she knew, she would blame me, although I’ve ignored the messages and have not welcomed this behavior. So, what do I do? Tell my amazing fiance what I did and hope he can find a way to forgive me, or keep my lips sealed?

    —Once a Cheater, Not Always a Cheater

    Dear Once,
    Your best friend knows and disapproves of what you did, and is now dating the guy you cheated with; and the guy you cheated with is trying to betray your best friend so he can have another go round with you. This situation is about as stable as taking Semtex on a bumper-car ride. Chances are, your fiance eventually will hear about this—and imagine the stress you’ll be under hoping each day is not the day someone blabs. Yes, if you tell him, you run the risk of losing him, but at least you also have a chance to show you’ve come forward of your own accord, you are sickened by this single slip, and you pray he won’t give up on you. It would be helpful if you could say you are so distressed by your own behavior—especially since you grew up under the shadow of infidelity—that you have already gone into therapy to figure out why it happened and make sure it never does again.

    Weeeeeelll … let’s give Gonzo’s answer.

    Dear Slut;

    Let’s not mince words.  Wonderful guy, got a little lonely, drank, and fucked around on him.

    What would you do if the roles were reversed?

    Stop making exxcuses.  Accept fucking responsibility for what you did - you made a promise, and you broke it.  This does make you a slut.  If I were your boyfriend, I’d call you that.

    First:  Your friend is not your friend.  If she truly disapproved of what you did, she’d ditch the guy herself, apparently the dick is good enough to shift the blame to you.  The guy is texting you.  He’s scum - but, then again, you fucked around on your wonderful fiance of five years.

    Next- save the texts, show them to your friend.  Then dump her, unless she immediately dumps him.  And immediately means takes out her cell phone and calls him that very fucking second.

    Next - block his number.  Call your cell company and block him.  You know what he is.  He fucks around on his “exclusive” firlfriend, and fucks a brother man over.  You don’t need him.

    Next- Alcohol “Contributed?”  No - you have a problem.  Stop going to bars, going to bars alone, and picking up men.  It’s a choice.

    Last - if you want to keep him, the guilt is part of the price.  He’s not your priest.

    This is YOUR fucking fault.  Don’t lay this shit on him.

    Arrange so he doesn’t ever find out.  Or man up.

    And if you do man up, and he does forgive you, you owe the man sex whenever he wants for the rest of your damn life.

    And if he fucks up, you owe him a freebie.  Matter of fact, you owe him two - he’s ENTITLED to a grudge fuck on you. And this is whether or not he tells you.

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