Fidelity

This is no foreign concept, I assure you.

Despite what my lovers (or their village) choose to think, I assure you that I have only the purest of intentions when it comes to the fairer sex.

About that...

Having determined that sex is rarely so diligently sequenced or mandated by schedule or judgement, I consider no sex to be fair. I am merely referring to the ladies I am fucking--not the primal act itself.

Oh, and as for the gentlemen, I assure you: I have no never slept with a gentleman.

I'm too busy to sleep with anyone. I am certain I almost never sleep. Pirates don't keep their anchors much anywhere for long.

Ah, yes, fidelity. I have been accused of it, without warrant. I assure you that outside my odd tryst in Paris two summers ago, I am strictly one-at-a-time about the whole thing. Never you think that is some mandering moral concept attached, or worse, faith-induced fear. I assure you yet again that it's true for only one purpose: exhaustian.

I may have the heart of a carefree lead and the libido of a congressman but I simply cannot handle more than one affair at an instant. The small talk. The things in common--heavens, the things not in common. Their prattling family. I am not a people person. Quite honestly the only reason I conduct myself so boldly and find a new strumpet the moment the other's back is turned is only because I search--not for one to save me from myself--but for me to save myself from the previous lover.

Hard to Get

And anyway, what does it matter? We pick up and move on. Nomads do it all the time. I read a book about a man who was deeply in love with a woman, but she left him. She explained to him that it was part of her culture; she HAD to go. He waved goodbye to her.

Of course I cried like anyone would, had they the necessary brain power... it was so very moving. But then, I thought, Why the fuck didn't he just go with her? He was a drifter, man! He had no family, no ties, and the town wasn't very happy with his relationship with her anyway! So he could have escaped persecution, found a purpose and fulfillment, been with the girl of his dreams. But he didn't. He watched her go and waved.

What he fuck is wrong with you, stupid manboy? She told you she HAD to, you spent three days lying naked on top of each other, and every third minute, she said how she did not want to leave you, and you STAYED! Was this playing hard to get concept so thoroughly ingrained within you that you wouldn't suck up your pride, leave the abandoned medical waste shelter you were squatting, and actually do something with your life?

I set the book on fire.