I looked into those blue eyes of hers and felt tempted to tell her. Telling her exactly what I thought of her seemed like a good idea for a moment. Instead, I smiled. If she had lived that long and remained a brazen bitch, nothing I could say would change anything about her. I suddenly felt dirty, and headed to the shower. I stood under the warm water, and cleaned myself up with soap. I scrubbed myself clean of any residue of Cecilia. I didn’t want to remember her. I wanted to make damn sure nothing of hers remained with me. When I emerged from the shower, she was gone. I silently put my clothes back on, and let myself out. She had left, and I never saw her again. I’m not sure I’d want to see her again. There are so many others like her out there. Women cheating on the men in their lives. I’ve known so many, in the biblical sense. I’ve got nothing against a man or woman who is sexually adventurous and has discreet encounters. That’s all cool in my book. However, when you’re in a relationship and somebody else trusts you with their love and their health, you should know better than to mess around. There are lots of female cheaters out there. They’re a bit craftier than the men, that’s why they don’t get caught as often. Dogs and bitches, that’s all people are, really. Slaves to our animalistic instincts and urges. I guess that’s why I’m disgusted with the institution of marriage. It doesn’t mean jack anymore.
People who know me, both male and female, often ask me when I am going to find a young lady and settle down. What can I say? The idea of marriage doesn’t appeal to me. In my youth, I worked as part of the cleaning crew of a boxing club. I watched the men boxing each other. They came from all walks of life. Lawyers, accountants, real estate agents, doctors, soldiers and everything in between. No matter where they came from, they were unruly warriors in the boxing ring. I’ve seen these men beating on each other. Smashing each other to bloody pulps. It was a hot thing to watch, especially to a boy like me just trying to make a few bucks in the summertime. What I noticed is the fact that no matter how badly these men got hurt, they didn’t cry. They shrugged it off and moved on. They were all friends at the end of the day.
That’s how men are. Basically good, not too likely to hold grudges or act petty for no reason. Most of them are okay and just doing their thing in this life. Don’t bother them and they’re not going to bother you. Well, add women and relationships to the mix and all hell breaks loose. At the boxing club, the men’s bodies suffer all kinds of trauma but they still hold their heads up at the end of the day, win or lose. Yet some of those very same men come out of divorce court crying. The women they married take them to the cleaners. Divorce laws are biased against men. The perception of equality of the sexes in courts of law is an illusion. Bias is everywhere. That’s one of the many reasons why the idea of marriage appeals to me as much as jumping into molten lava. I’ve never been married. I’ve never been engaged. I’ve never been in a long-term relationship. Just casual encounters, for as long as I can remember. Marriage is bad for you. Don’t do it, it’s bad for you. Just because other people are doing it doesn’t mean it’s right for you.