I’ve been on an honesty binge lately.
The other day, for example, I went out to a dance with mostly older folk. I was holding a provocatively dressed Korean mature in my arms. We were making small talk when she suddenly asked if I was married.
“Never been married,” I say.
“Why not?” she wonders.
Normally I’ve a ready reply: “Haven’t found the right lady yet.”
This answer tends to produce a predictable dialogue—with the woman asking what I mean by “the right lady,” and me saying, “Someone like you, perhaps.”
But yesterday I thought, what the hell. Why be phony? So I told my dance partner, “Some men are just not cut out for marriage. It's too restrictive. I find other types of relationships more congenial.”
English isn’t this lady’s first language, so perhaps she didn’t understand all my words. In any case, she looked perplexed, as if trying to process my answer. Eventually she said, “What do you mean?”
I felt in a mood to elaborate.
“Well, I want a relationship that’s loving and passionate, but my partner and I allow each other to have sex with other people too."
The lady seemed vaguely agitated and stopped talking, leaving the conversational space to me. I couldn’t resist.
“Personally, I avoid marriage like the plague. I often pay women for sex. It’s really the only feasible way for most men to have a healthy, satisfying sex life, without undue complications.”
I felt good—even though I realized, I could kiss goodbye any potential hop in the sack with this particular lady. Not that this was something I had set my sights on: her boringly conventional expectations would ensnare me in precisely the kind of complications I’m trying to avoid.
Will men ever be able to be honest with women about their sexuality? Can women stand the truth about men’s fantasies? Or is the need for hypocrisy between the sexes going to be endless?
The other day, for example, I went out to a dance with mostly older folk. I was holding a provocatively dressed Korean mature in my arms. We were making small talk when she suddenly asked if I was married.
“Never been married,” I say.
“Why not?” she wonders.
Normally I’ve a ready reply: “Haven’t found the right lady yet.”
This answer tends to produce a predictable dialogue—with the woman asking what I mean by “the right lady,” and me saying, “Someone like you, perhaps.”
But yesterday I thought, what the hell. Why be phony? So I told my dance partner, “Some men are just not cut out for marriage. It's too restrictive. I find other types of relationships more congenial.”
English isn’t this lady’s first language, so perhaps she didn’t understand all my words. In any case, she looked perplexed, as if trying to process my answer. Eventually she said, “What do you mean?”
I felt in a mood to elaborate.
“Well, I want a relationship that’s loving and passionate, but my partner and I allow each other to have sex with other people too."
The lady seemed vaguely agitated and stopped talking, leaving the conversational space to me. I couldn’t resist.
“Personally, I avoid marriage like the plague. I often pay women for sex. It’s really the only feasible way for most men to have a healthy, satisfying sex life, without undue complications.”
I felt good—even though I realized, I could kiss goodbye any potential hop in the sack with this particular lady. Not that this was something I had set my sights on: her boringly conventional expectations would ensnare me in precisely the kind of complications I’m trying to avoid.
Will men ever be able to be honest with women about their sexuality? Can women stand the truth about men’s fantasies? Or is the need for hypocrisy between the sexes going to be endless?






