Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t as promiscuous as people assumed. Yes, I had my fair share of fun follies, but my order to have a revolving door installed was declined for lack of traffic. That said, an associate recently asked me how it felt to ‘settle’ on one man and not have the fun that comes from a variety of pieces. Let’s keep it real here, most folks will rant-and-rave about how variety is the spice of life. It’s quite simple, if you own a Rolls Royce, why would you insist on giving it up for the opportunity to drive a different Chevy Malibu every day of the week? Variety doesn’t mean anything if the quality is lacking. Sometimes in our quest to prove our virility or maintain the lion-at-the-head-of-the-pride shit-show, we let true quality slip through our fingers. It’s a sad sight when the Animal Planet Channel features a National Geographic depicting the winded, crippled, mauled older lion chased out of his domain by the new, young leader on the block. Too bad lions don’t have the opportunity to settle down with one quality partner that can live out their years with happiness and dignity; turns out you do.
Do you believe folks opt to play the field for variety OR is the inability to find a quality partner leading folks to promiscuity in the search for companionship?
Keep passin the open windows…