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Originally Posted by levite
....I don't think it's a matter of how young and good-looking you are, or how much sex you could get. It's simply a matter of principle. That's why we have break-ups and divorces. So people don't have to lie and betray others.
Sorry if that seems strong, but I believe quite a lot in this kind of relationship ethics.
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Originally Posted by Manic_Skafe
.... There are in fact, people out there who are totally faithful as a matter of choice entirely. I think it simply a matter of knowing what you really want and avoiding the sorts of situations that could lead to cheating.
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I was quite the sextrovert as a teenager, and got in big trouble in high school because of a guy who wouldn't cheat.
One day after school I hit hard on the band teacher. He was in his mid twenties, gorgeous, hot, let all the kids call him by his first name, and I just wanted him. And when it comes to sex, what Lindy wants, Lindy gets. So I thought at seventeen. Besides, I'd noticed him trying to pretend that he wasn't checking out my tits. After school I went into one of the practice rooms, took off my bra under my tee shirt, and put it in my purse. Then I went into his office, where he was sitting slouched in his chair facing the computer screen, and I just kind of draped my boobs over his shoulders. He looked at me in the mirror on his desk and said "Lindy, what are you doing?" and I said something to the effect that he should lock the door and pull the shade, I had something I wanted to show him. He said "Lindy, wait, I have to go to the bathroom." and walked out the door. Then he went and CALLED MY DAD who walked in the door about ten minutes later. I was mortified! I adore my Dad and I could tell the he was so hurt and...disappointed in me. I was grounded for the rest of the year --about six weeks. Took my car away. Made me do volunteer work at a nursing home. We laugh about it now, fifteen years later, but God, was I in the doghouse.
Five years later he (band director) sent me a card for college graduation and wrote a nice note about how I was one of his favorite students, and thanking me for helping him in his personal growth. I cried and cried and cried. And writing this I'm sniffing, and my eyes are all misty, which happens every time I think of this incident in my young life.
I could talk about this in Sexuality, but there's no sex in it.
Lindy