Advice: Ask Aunt Sally

Dear Aunt Sally,

I've done something really stupid! Me and my friends have been drinking in a certain pub near my house for a while and go there regularly most week days. After many a visit we started getting friendly with the bar staff, this led to a few lock-ins, plenty of free drinks and some harmless flirting. The usual.

Then one Thursday after a particularly messy after hours drinking session, the pub's manager came over to join us for a few drinks and seemed a really nice guy. He laid on the shots and really seemed to take a shine to me which was flattering considering my friends were eyeing him up also. Before to long my friends started to leave but I wanted to stay. Luckily enough the manager whispered something naughty in my ear and before I knew it I found myself in his room getting more than a half measure!

The next day I told my friends about my naughty session with the manger and they reacted angrily, telling me that because he has a girlfriend that we can't drink in there any more and how I've ruined it for them, not just myself. I now haven't heard from my friends in two weeks... What shall I do Aunt Sally?

Abi
London

Aunt Sally Says...

To be perfectly honest if I were you I wouldn’t be losing any sleep over these so-called friends.

They sound like a sad lonely bunch of old maids to me and it sounds like they're a little bit jealous - even if they say they're not. You’re not the one at fault here anyway. You didn’t know he had a girlfriend and it’s none of your business what he does in his private life - he should be the one with the guilty conscience here, not you. Your friends sound like a bunch of self-righteous patronising little prats who seem to be oblivious to any of their own wrongdoings.

As for them not being able to go back in, how do they work that one out? A magical forcefield doesn’t appear around a building that contains adulters. And I don’t see why you should have to hide when you aren’t in the wrong. Everyone has done something they regret when drunk, even pious ratbags like your “friends”.

So to summarise I think it’s pretty clear that these are not your real friends, mere drinking buddies who can be replaced at the drop of a hat. I suggest you move on, and make some new friends that aren’t so fat, plain and needy.

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