Friday, February 29, 2008

It's Wenchaliscious

Our next quandry comes from the splendiferous Heather, who writes:

Dear Bar Wench,
One of my best friends just found out her husband of less then a year has hoes in different area codes. She wants to forgive him but I say she dump him, what's your advice?

Oh and how much should I tip on three beers?

Ouch. This is a rough one. I need a drink first.

The trouble is, no matter what she should do, she's probably going to do whatever the hell she wants anyway. In matters like these, people ask for advice and then ignore it. If she were the one asking me for advice, I'd tell her to put a pickle under the liner of the trash can, that way it will slowly rot and he won't know why or where the smell is coming from. And then dump him.

I agree with you, I think you're right on about the dumping, if a guy in the "honeymoon" phase of his marriage still can't keep it in his pants, then clearly this will be an issue she will deal with for the rest of her life. So instead of approaching her with "dump him!" why not just point that out to her. Also ask her if she can really forgive him, or is she going to torture herself for the rest of her life wondering if he's out there doing it again (and he probably will)? Would she want to have children with him, and have one of them find out their dad is a cheat? Does she really want to sign up for the rest of her life with someone who betrayed her before the caterer has been paid?

So don't try to force your opinion on her. Try to show her the reality of what taking him back would really mean for her in the longterm. Then hopefully when she does whatever the hell she wants anyway, it will be the right thing. And if she doesn't leave him, be prepared to be there for her, she's going to need it.

Also, tell him to stop by the pub, I'd like to piss in his beer. But don't tell him that.

If you got the three beers all at once, I say 5 bucks for rush delivery. Paced throughout the evening, a dollar per drink is pretty standard.

Time to gird up my loins and get back in there. Kisses to you, my peach.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

dear inga,

i recentely went on a date with a lovely gal. she was sweet, and funny , even if she was a bit of a loud talker. we had a good time, ate, wandered, ended up at my place and after a while of holding back, i finally kissed her sweet lips. we smooched for a bit, and then she sorta freaked out. apparentely i was the first guy she had gone out with or kissed since a big break up. so now, we still chat and such, but much less flirty on her part.i can't tell whats up with her. does she like me? did i blow it? is she a weirdo? where are my jameson shots?