Did you know that the gray wolf mates for life? No? Well, that is because you’re a dumb ass.
(Burst out laughing!) No, no. I’m just kidding. That isn’t even how I meant to start this post, but I just couldn’t resist.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about infidelity a lot these last couple of weeks. And when I say infidelity, I am talking about it as it relates to married couples who have pledged their lives to one another. It seems that just about every married person that I know does not know how to remain faithful to the person that they have professed to love until death.
I don’t see how all these hypocrites can act so indignant because of Elliott Spitzer’s fall from grace, when it seems like the whole world has a problem with it. Infidelity, I mean. Well, actually I can, since we live in a hypocritical society—that and the fact that the bastard paid a good four thousand dollars for a sniff of putnanny, but that’s beside the point.
Infidelity has always bothered me, even as a kid. Something about the betrayal never sat right with me. I hated shows that revolve around characters who are unfaithful to one another. Maybe that’s why Soap Operas never appealed to me. Even comedies that would sometime focus on infidelity would get to me. I remember the episode of Lavern and Shirley that focused on Lavern and Carmine’s kiss. That was the ultimate betrayal in my mind. I was so bothered by this that it took me a minute before I could watch the two characters–Lavern and Carmine-without an air of disgust (I was a sensitive soul, what can I say). I have since out grown being bothers by infidelity on television, but the very act still sets my teeth on edge.
I never had to come face to face with infidelity until I was twenty years old and working at Kip’s Big Boy. My manager, a waitress and myself were at the El Fenix restaurant, across from ours, and they had treated me to a couple of margarita’s. I was young and had never drunk before so I got a little tipsy. It was at this point that those two scumbags decided to start the beginning of an affair that would taint my yound, innocent soul. And both of their asses were married too!
Now I work in a profession that is known for infidelity (police are some of the biggest whores out there), and yet not a day goes by that someone doesn’t ask me why I am not married. What’s the point? When I mate I want it to be forever, not just so I can say I had the experience or just to be with someone. I’m good alone. Thank you.
Question. Why is it that women seem to always lay infidelity at the foot of the men? And then men buy into that shit. Women cheat too. They make conscious decisions to open their legs, mouths, or spread their ass cheeks for the male species. And a lot of them initiate the shit. And yet it always seems to fall on the man for being responsible for the act. If you watch shows such as Cheaters or any other reality show these days, you will see that women are just as horny as men, and seem to cheat just as often, but for some reason we are all in denial about this. Married women are just a subject to falling from grace, because of the yearning in their loins, as a men. I don't care what you say. Let’s face it. We all want women to be these virtuous little things that only want sex because it is a service that they provide to their spouses, but we all know better. And please do tell me that it is because we, as Homosapiens are just sexual beings. That is bullshit. You have a mate! Explore that sexual energy with them. I'm just saying...
Anyway, that is what was on my mind and I needed to get it off my chest. I tried to keep it short.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.
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