Last night was date night and we wanted to do something different. I have a soft spot for Thistle bar, or maybe just a soft spot for their food. Either way I picked that out as the starting point for the night. Friday nights at Thistle bar are always vibrant, very electric. The lifeband easily outdoes even the most qualified DJs, everyone seems happy and lets their guards down. The athmosphere is serene and the people are usually laid back and down to earth.
While looking around at the happy people, one particular couple caught my eyes. They were just one among the unusually numerous married couples that came out last night. These ones got my attention because the man is obviously much older, somewhere between mid to late 40s. While his wife, that pretty young thing, should be about 25. She looked like the perfect trophy wife, tall but not too tall, slender yet curvy, pretty face and an authentic member of #teamlightskin. I just imagined what it must feel like to be an older man and wake up to such gloriousness every morning. I was busy imagining things when something, or someone caught my eyes.
I was sure I wasn't seeing right. Why was he smiling at me? I looked away and looked back and this time he winked. Hmmmm. A few minutes later I went to use the loo and when I came out he was standing right there at the door, hand outstretched offering me his phone to hurriedly punch in my number. I quickly scurried away.
It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Why the eyes of a man who's literally married to physical perfection would wander.
A while back I happened to hangout with my brother in law and his friends. It was quite a naughty conversation they were having but they all seem to think I'm "cool like that" so they didn't mind having it in my presence. One was telling them how everytime he's about to travel his wife would exhaust herself in the sack. He said she would suck him like she's trying to suck his soul out and scatter him in bed. He then laughed at her naïveté and said he wondered who taught her that one; that when your husband is travelling shag him very well so that when he leaves he will be way too satisfied to go awondering. Then he said "doesn't she know that even if she f*cks me from morning till night and I step outside to drink water, if I see one fine girl with big ass my d*ck will still stand?". They all burst out in laughter and continued to share tales. (I find this kind of talk very distasteful, especially when it involves one's wife).
Similarly a former colleague would often brag about how he could never pressure a girl for sex. He said he would shag only if she also wanted it. He said "Why will I beg a girl for sex when I can just go home and shag my wife? Any day, any time, anyhow I like it, she gives it to me!" Which begs the question; So why do you still have extra marital sex? I mean, you just said your wife is always willing, ready and able. So WHY?
I asked. He thought long and hard and eventually sighed; I don't know.
Which brings us once again to the conclusion that the reason most men cheat is simply because they can. Nothing else!
It's quite disconcerting to watch. You're an orobo trying to lose weight but he tells you "no honey, you're beautiful just the way you are. I like you like this", then you go out and he's ogling every slim girl that walks pass. You're thinking you're a sexy lekpa and the best thing since Grand Square sliced bread, but you catch him cheating on you with a full option Orobo! You study the karma sutra like its the holy grail and you shag him until his legs give way but next minute he's panting after some other girl like a dog in heat.
So I just dunno people! I guess a girl's just going to have to do her best and leave the rest to God. Apparently trying to satisfy a man is like trying to fill a basket with water.
Or am I wrong?