The thing about carrying on an affair with a married person is that not only will that married person never choose you over his/her marriage (this is common knowledge, I don't think anyone could be stupid enough to have any illusions about this), but in actual fact (and this may not be quite as clear), your whole affair is probably completely insignificant to the other person involved - a flash in the pan, easily forgotten like yesterday's news about someone being stoned to death in Iran. And really you can quite easily see why this would be - it's because the end of the affair changes nothing whatsoever in a married person's life. Whereas the end of a marriage... now that's a whole other story.
And this particularly holds true for men, because they're all homebodies at heart. It's a myth, in my opinion, that men are the ones more interested in sex. They're just less fussy about whom they do it with - but if you think about it, that's quite possibly because they're actually less interested in it. They value it less. Less than work and money and companionship and home-cooked meals and blah blah I can hardly stay awake long enough to finish the sentence.
And this particularly holds true for men, because they're all homebodies at heart. It's a myth, in my opinion, that men are the ones more interested in sex. They're just less fussy about whom they do it with - but if you think about it, that's quite possibly because they're actually less interested in it. They value it less. Less than work and money and companionship and home-cooked meals and blah blah I can hardly stay awake long enough to finish the sentence.
Of course, they'll tell you all sorts of lies for as long as they actually are still interested, but I personally don't believe this should be held against them. Everyone over the age of, let's say, 20, ought to know that these are lies. Or not even lies as much as, let's say, fleeting truths. But what a downer it would be if everyone felt the need to put words to the unspoken asterisk at the end of all that heartfelt hyperbole. Mood-killerrrrrrr, as Cybersex would say.
And on top of it all, not only is love by its very nature fleeting and a love affair totally meaningless, there's also the fact that the very things you love about a person are inevitably the first things to disappear once you actually enter into a relationship with that person. For instance, one of the things which attracted me to the Professor initially was that he was so forthcoming. He told me everything. Now, talking to him is like talking to a (fire)wall. I programmed a bot at university which was more communicative than he is. Man, I know deaf-mutes that talk more than he does. Not really. I just wanted to be politically-incorrect there for a second. Actually, not really that either - I just wanted to point it out afterwards in a self-referential and bloggishly whimsical manner.
Of course I could replace the Professor in the beat of a heart - an aching, overworked heart. It's just a pity that good looks and personality seem so rarely to co-exist in a person. I know of only a couple of instances where they do. I mean, literally a couple. Of course, one of those is Magic, and yet his is a personality which most people, if not everyone, would find horribly abrasive. But then that's the thing about a personality, it can be quite an unsettling thing to discover in a person. One is so accustomed to its absence. Sort of like a shot of rum in one's Coke. It's a little shocking at first, especially if all you were expecting was a refreshing and sugary drink. But then after a while you get used to it and even start to find it quite enjoyable. Only that's generally not long before the point where you throw up all over the place and vow never to touch the stuff again.
Kind of like love, don't you think?
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