It's like, it's like...Nature abhors permanency.
There, 'zactly what it is!
He wanted to know, Should he tell her?
Give her the old bottom line? Would this help?
Suppose he gave her the old bottom line...Told her the truth, that, know what, he could never be permanently faithful. Nature abhors permanency, but, know what, don't worry...
Like right after their Honolulu trip he felt totally fucked out with her. And who wouldn't be, considering how much they'd done! But the cute Japanese air hostess in first class appealed to him, with her cute, round, tight ass as she bent over and stretched forward to pour coffee. Damn...!
Should he have told her? Told her, tell her, Be okay, don't worry. He'd never actually have taken off with the cute Jap hostess—or anybody else, see—only fucked this anybody else. Which is not the same thing. Come right back home to her and the kids. Kisses goodnight and pats on the head for everybody.
And flowers for her too because he'd fucked somebody else.
He and she, his wife, would still be together forever. But, also see, he needed to fuck other babes too. Had this need.
Jeez, the man in him can't help it. Can't be helped, how it is.
See, suits are like women are like suits. No matter how elegant, how in fashion, how beautiful, any one suit always ended up boring a man--especially a man who loved suits. Why he has thirty two.
Nature abhors permanency...
In three little words. Nature...
Blame nature, don't blame him. Not his fault. Not hers either.
In three words.
Interesting question is, should he have told her? Should he tell her? Will this help? End the fucking nagging?
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
