Do Men Lower their Standards When Cheating?
Beggars can’t be choosers in Adultery Land
Do men lower their standards when cheating?
HELL, YES is my guess.
I’ve chatted with one of my adultery bestie guy friends (I’d be fucking him if he wasn’t 3000 miles away, believe me, folks).
“How’s it going?” I asked. “It’s not.”
“I thought things would change out here on the pAP (prospective affair partner — learn the adultery lingo, for fucks sake!) front once pandemic eased up,” he added.
“And?” I wrote. “They did. It’s gotten worse,” he said. “I reach out, and no one even looks at my profile. And I avoid the ones that even slightly look fake.”
“That’s good. Too many bots on AM.” (Ashley Madison for you newbies)
“A couple of days ago, I sat down and fired off intros to nine, yes 9, AM women. So far, two of them have looked at my profile, but no one has written a response.”
“Ooof, I am guilty of that! I would look at profiles of guys and never respond. Too many men — like drinking from a fire hose. And, if I did say thanks but no thanks, I’d get more needless drama.”
For example, they’d say:
Give me another chance, baby. I’m ______ (fill in the blank) than all the rest. You aren’t going to find better than me.
“I rarely engaged. But it sucks for you, I get it,” I wrote. “WTF? Even last year was better than this. And last year sucked.” “It did, lol.”
“Last week, out of the blue, an OkC (OK Cupid, peeps) chick poly chick reached out. I damn near fainted. We got a convo going, but once again, low interest. So why fucking initiate contact if you’re not interested?”
“Ah, women. Fickle. And so many options.”
“She was nice and all, and attractive but didn’t ask shit about me, plus I had to intitiate every convo after the first contact.”
“That is how it is, mister. You know how tough this playing field is for men. It’s you doing all the work until we’re on the hook.”
“So, I had to write her off as a waste of time,” he finished. “I’m starting to think random kidnapping might be the best alternative.”
I was chuckling.
“You’ll get plenty of sex in jail…with the random kidnapping thing,” I said. “Maybe not your sex of choice, though,” I added wryly.
“Yeah, my ass will have lots of action,” he laughed. “Dick not so much.”
“You’d probably have more BJ’s in prison than you’ve ever had in your marriage. Gotta laugh.”
“You’re right. I’ll just close my eyes.”
“That’s the spirit or it’s just you and your hand for the foreseeable future,” I joked.
The search is supposed to be easier for ladies, but it was anything but easy for me. I’ve been ghosted, breadcrumbed, and dumped. It’s not pretty. I was stung and rejected — I’ve had my heart broken. And, I’ll admit, I’ve done my fair share of that to others.
Finding the perfect person was next to impossible.
If he’s perfect, his schedule sucks. If he’s good in bed, he is a lousy communicator. If he’s smart, he’s an arrogant tool. Never ends. The line of my unmet needs winds out the door and around the block.
Can I ever find someone who ticks all my boxes?
NOT LIKELY.
I shoot high and settle on middle to low. It’s my best bet.
Yet guys don’t have the same high standards when it comes to a fling. “Is she alive?” is what they joke. “Has the necessary body parts.” “I’m happy with being remotely ‘fuckable,’” my friend adds.
Beggars can’t be choosers in Adultery Land.
Speaking of ticking all my boxes…
Links outside The Medium for those who like to live on the edge (like me):
- Follow me at [email protected] (It’s free and I’m interestingly evil…)
- ko-fi.com/monalisasmiled (Help a lady adulteress out, won’t you?)
- Buy me a chai tea at [email protected] (Spare me selling my body and soul on OnlyFans, since they are going out of business soon, lol.)