In the
Philadelphia Daily News every Friday, there is a column written by two people named Steve and Mia. On Friday,
this letter was sent in:
I got drunk at a party and got involved in a threesome. I was more of an observer than anything. But now I can't get the image of my boyfriend having sex with my friend out of my head. He says nothing has changed and that he still loves me. But I'm still feeling weird.
Mia's response was so awesome, my head almost exploded from it:
I don't feel sorry for you. You acted like a fool. You got plastered at some party, took your clothes off, had three-way sex and now you're having regrets. There's nothing you can do about it now. Next time, think first.
