cheaters

Men who cheat. They are a dime a dozen. They walk down the street, they drink in bars, they sit next to you in abnormal psychology. They date you and try to convince you they're one of the "good guys." Hey, dude, I wasn't born yesterday. I know better.

Yet there's a certain allure. What is it about the "unavailable" man?! He has a certain, je ne sais quois, an untouchable quality. After my hours of study of human relationships, this is the one I haven't quite been able to figure out: Why we want the men we can't have. Why torture yourself? Why set yourself up for heartbreak?

Oh, right, "He's really hot," "He's the best sex I ever had," blah blah. Well, ladies, the truth is as old as the mountains. He's never going to LEAVE her. He's not going to divorce the wife, he's not going to give up custody of the children. He's not moving out of his townhouse. He's not even going to come to your 26th birthday bonaza if it's not convenient for him. You will always be The Other Woman. (Mind, that may be better than being the Idiot Girlfriend/Wife, if labels mean anything to you; personally, I'd always rather be the sizzling temptress who he cheats with than the sleeping lump he comes home to after having his brains f***ed out at 3am, but to each their own.)