A Quick Word On Cheating
Cheating. I dare one of you to say you have never done it. At least, you’ve made out with someone other than a partner at one point or another, I’m sure. And it probably wasn’t that big of a deal. We are hardwired to cheat, I don’t care what any of your moral purists say.
Let’s take a look at the statistics: according to most studies, 50 to 65 percent of husbands and 45 to 55 percent of wives have sex with someone other than their spouse by the age of 40. And yet, we continue to treat cheating as if it is the ultimate betrayal. If we are cheated on, we feel we have failed in some way, are inadequate or that our relationship is in trouble. If we cheat, we feel guilty, like we have tainted some weird mental bond we have with out partner. Or not. I, personally, am a rather big cheater, and I have never felt guilty for my extra-partner dalliances. Why? Mainly because I am always beyond aware that the physical experience with the other person had absolutely nothing to do with my loved one. It was skin on skin, tongue on tongue and that is all. How could one night of steamy sex with someone you met randomly via online personals compare to that ten year bond you have with your partner? The years of supporting each other through deaths, job losses, births, fires, hurricanes, baths, dinners, parties, trips to Russia, vodka-infused pillow-fighting championships and whatever else you two do or have done together. It really can’t compare.
Why then, are we still so stuck on the monogamous model. I must admit, one of the reasons I’m such a cheater is because none of my partners have ever been willing to explore any sort of polyamorous relationship. Epic fail on their parts, in my opinion. Agreeing to be with me and not trying polyamory at least, despite my expressing that this is the only thing that could make me happy, is utter stupidity on their parts. But I’ve always played along. And this, I believe, has been my biggest failure from now on, no more – I am going to be honest about my desires with my next partner. I swear. And guess what? I’m going to let you all know how it goes.