Sunday, August 10, 2008

What is a slut ..

It's such an interesting word. And concept.

I have a friend that is not speaking to me right now. And it's because I called her a slut. Of course, I didn't CALL her a slut. But she was complaining about not being able to develop a real relationship with someone. That all men wanted from her was sex. And I told her .. that she needed to stop sleeping with so many of them and look a little harder for one that was interested in some other way than simply bed. Her frigid reply was that she had only been with six men in 2008 and that was only one per month. And then she said that was calling her a slut.

And I suppose, in a way, it was. But mostly because of the WAY she handles her relationships. It wasn't like those six men had been sequential - like having a relationship with one that lasted a few week, then moving on to another one that lasted a few weeks. Unfortunately while I'm sure she's accurate in saying six men in 2008, at least three of them are repeaters. That is, they thread in and out of her life. She will get mad at one of them and won't screw him for a month, then she calls her or he calls her and they are back in bed. One of them is so usual that he comes over to her house for "lunch" about once a week - and that has continued for over a year. All through the times she has had other "relationships". Now, I may not be the best one to talk about that, but I DO generally finish with one before I go to the next. Of course it doesn't help HER case much that she's generally dating married men - out of those six, I beleive four of them are married. And of course, two of them are ones that SHE has been married to before.

It begs the question - why do we do this to ourselves?

I noted the article on John Edwards this morning. I'd heard a little about it in the preceding week, but I "assumed" it was that they had uncovered something that was from ten years ago, and should have been left un-exhumed. Not the case. Less than two years ago. While he was "ascending" in politics.

Now .. how the hell do you account for that? He just can't manage to keep his pants zipped? This is a guy that is on the rise, he's run for vice-president. Even purely pragmatically, his wife is RICH. Why would he jeopordize all that for a few minutes of pleasure.

I know. When men start thinking with their "little head" it's hard for them to think at all, for all that the blood is all rushing TO that head. It seems to have no common sense. Except "feed me, feed me".

Relationships are so impossible.

I'm thankful that my love is my love always. After ten years, surely the cracks would be showing, right? The seven year itch is three years in the past. Am I safe?

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