Sex & the Single Woman: At a Loss for Words . . . For Once

Anyone who knows me can vouch for the fact that I talk. A lot. So much, in fact, that people often tell me to stop. First dates are rarely awkward (well, have conversation lulls) because I will talk about anything.

Because of this it is very rare that I am actually rendered speechless. Yet in this moment, I am.

I just found out that one of my friends might have been cheated on. The girl (cheater) is a friend of a friend and I just happened to stumble across this piece of information. And as much as I want to march over to her house and give her a piece of my mind . . . I can’t.

I don’t know her. I’m 99.9% sure of the situation, and at the end of the day, it really is none of my business.

At the same time, I’m not going to lie. A little piece of my heart broke.

So what is a woman to do when the heartbreak she’s enduring isn’t even her own?

–Maggie