The fantastical never-ending story of my very first love was marred by broken agreement of monogamy on her part (thanks bitch). I definitely know what it means to be cheated on. In desperate retaliation, I learned to respond over time by banging all her friends.
...ahh the simple genius of the 18 year old mind. Become what you loath.
But having been through that wretched experience so many years ago, I to this day cannot help but find myself suddenly and incontrovertibly uninterested when the girl making a pass at me lets it slip that she's in a relationship.
I cannot shake the empathy. I cannot see beyond the "You just admitted you are a cheater and now -- giggle giggle -- you want some cock?"
So that kills my buzz, alone in a room with a willing and naked femme fatal or no.
And personally, for my own relationships: I agree with Johnny Rotten:
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It's not just a monogamous agreement. It's not a contract, either. It's a relationship founded on a reasonable expectation of monogamy. It's two people trying to stick together in the world. Once the foundation goes, what's left?
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