I had a phone call from a good friend of mine the other day. She was crying, and this particular friend rarely lets her guard down. Apparently she suspects her husband of twelve years is having an affair. She claims to have proof, although I didn’t press her for that information, I just listened.
When I hung up I began to think of all the women (and a few men) I’ve know over the years who have been subjected to this sort of relationship upheaval, and have often wondered if perhaps we humans aren’t meant to be monogamous. Or else we just have to kiss (and hurt) a few frogs before finding the right mate (soulmate?).
However, not all of us are inclined to keep hunting once we’ve found love. Cheating, fooling around, affairs of the heart, whatever you want to call it, is a highly complex topic of human behavior that I find quite fascinating. I’d love your feedback, or better yet, send in your questions, comments or sad stories to our Tippy Claret at Talktotippy@gmail.com. I’d love to hear what she has to say.
Meanwhile, Mr. Gorgeous called. First date is Friday night.