Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Tuesday, September 03, 2002
So that’s how husbands do it…
They hate confrontations, so instead, they share vodka with the lover, talk about each other’s career, psyche each other out with double entendre conversations, and torture themselves with the love sheet. Before hitting the lover with a snow globe twice in the head hence killing him.
Very civilized, as oppose to a woman’s disgraceful way of dragging her best friend to a public place where they could insult the mistress, shame her, fling some cheap wine on her face, then leave the party triumphantly with smug smiles and head up high.
One thing is constant though, they always, and I mean always, or at least on the movies, say these lines:
“Do you know how long we were married?”
“We have a son/daughter/dog.”
If they think that these lines are supposed to invoke the conscience of the lover, maybe they should think again. That’s where the excitement lies. Having an affair is like stealing a toothbrush for the fun of it, it’s all about the rush of getting caught and of taking something valuable from another.
I loved Unfaithful. But C.S.I. in Vegas is better than NY.
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