Joy Crawford, Contributor
OLD TIME people have always had a nice proverb to describe aspects of interpersonal relationships. When the cats are away, the mice will play. Do they?
Most definitely, especially the men do and certainly quite a few women too. Some men don't even need their "kittens" to be away, as we all know. They romp as if the playground has a time limit and if they don't romp to their limit, they will lose it.
The truth is that the average man is very happy when his woman has to be away. Sure, he will miss her or say he does, but he really will be glad to get some new action without restriction. And with cellphones, he can always say that he was at home sleeping after a hard day's toil and turned off the ringer when, if the truth be known, he was firmly ensconced in the arms of his paramour.
Now these other women know how the game is played. When wifey calls or is around, you keep quiet or else no more money and nice things.
I heard about a well-to-do businessman, who, as soon as his wife left with the children to visit her sister in a foreign land, he moved in not one but two such damsels. It was orgy galore. They had a wonderful time together, and, yes, in the matrimonial bed! I hope he had the decency to change the sheets!
Women, not to be undone, do this type of romping too. They are only much better at it and the poor cuckold is literally the last to know and probably would only believe if presented with pictures or, God forbid, a DNA test!
RIVALRY
Cats and mice have always been in rivalry. The mice usually get the better of the cats, unless cornered. The older I get, the more amazed I am about this type of behaviour. Sure, I can understand it when the people are young, but, when they are in their 40s, 50s and 60s, it just seems a bit passé.
There is something decidedly absurd about a 50 or 60-year-old man or woman on the town with a woman/man in his/her 20s. At least, the women usually take it for what it is, sex with a virile man. The men, on the other hand, constantly delude themselves into thinking that their phalluses are the greatest things since sliced bread. Talk about a fool's paradise! These young women laugh all the way to the bank and the arms of their younger, fitter lovers. That is just how the runnings go and, the sooner men, especially, accept it, the less they will be inclined to pretend to be mice.
