Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Friday, July 25, 2008
 
Scene: A hallway at work, at the end of tim's work day.

tim: Have a good night everyone.

co-worker: Where are you off to?

tim: I'm going for a power walk in the Park.

co-worker: Really? Why don't you just run?

tim: Honey, I don't even run when I'm chased.

And scene.

While chatting with a friend of mine, we got to talking about some people in our lives. Specifically, females who are pining over someone who they are having an affair with. It's scary that we know females who are having affairs with married men. It's even scarier that these females believe it when the men say that they will leave their wives for them. And what is scarier still is that these females are depressed when it does not happen.

WTF? Why would you chase after something that is not available?

When I was single, I made it a point to not have sex with men who were closeted or men who had wives. I refused to justify their homophobia. I also felt that I would never be important to any one with a wife because they got exactly what they wanted: sex with a man and the appearance of what they considered normal. I believe I am worth more than that. Men who have affairs want the best of both worlds. They rarely leave their wives for the mistress. Why should they? They get the appearance of their fake normalcy with easy pussy on the side.

Which make me wonder why anyone would stay in an affair with a married man? I know that people don't feel worthwhile or worthy of better. I just don't understand why. Because if you are willing to give some sort of love, you are capable of accepting it. And somebody out there is willing to give it to you 100%. Not just for their pleasure but for yours as well. Later.
 
Comments:
Off the top of my head I can think of exactly one couple in which a man left his wife (who by the way was also married to somebody else) for a woman he was having an affair with: my parents.
 
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