My Third Law is a practical one, more of an instinct of self preservation than a law really. If you can avoid getting married, do it and live happily ever after. Why should you waste your time and sometimes the rest of your life looking for the 'right' woman when you can be just as happy being with a friend with benefits? Make that 'friends' with more benefits. 'Wives' implies bigamy which is a crime that for some reason gets really condemned by our laws, not to mention that bigamy is a expensive lifestyle, very expensive to maintain; whereas 'friends with benefits' is social savoir-faire praised and admired in our society. How many of your friends will look down at you if you showed up at each party, dinner, or social gathering with a different but oh so gorgeous and sexy woman hanging to your arm? Not a single one. They will all envy you. Just a word of warning, if any of those gorgeous friends mentions the word marriage, find another friend, fast.
My Fourth Law is about the consequences of getting married, in a very broad sense. There is a long and a short version to that Law. The short one says 'You will have a life but not as you want it'. Forget about the cheating, believe me this is the least of your problems, at least you can still use it as a reason for divorce. Do you really want to be with someone that will turn your life into an ulcer at best, hell at worst, and a permanent nightmare if you are really unlucky? These are the small things in life that eat at you, hour by hour, day by day. Think of a wife that will:
- Persist on watching TV with you, despite having three other TVs in the house, but insist on watching a different channel than the one you wanted to watch? The program is irrelevant as long as it's a different channel from the one you wanted to watch. I am sure you didn't want to watch the football or the news report in the first place anyway. Right? You so much preferred watching that episode of a lame TV production about despairing housewives. And so what if you missed the previous episodes and will probably miss the future ones, she keeps track of all of them and has an amazing talk-over talent.
- Pester you to come to bed with her, usually around 9pm, just after dinner. If you think you're getting lucky, forget it! She actually meant 'sleep' when she said 'bed'. Forget also pushing your luck; she has an amazing array of instruments, called headaches, periods, infections, and other conditions contributing to the significant drop in birth rate in our western civilization.
- Kill your cheerful mood five minutes after you get to a party by accusing you of having less than honorable intentions towards the first woman who greeted you, smiled and said hello, then she spends the rest of the time at the party flirting outrageously with all males, regardless of age, size, IQ, political affiliation, religion, or color. You can say she is definitely against discrimination. Then try to get her out of there and see what happens.
You think I am kidding? Let me tell you a story; one of thousands then I'll go back to my laws. I was due to attend a company function where spouses were not invited, basically a low budget function to greet new comers to my division. My wife decided to drop by my office five minutes before I was due to head for that function. She was dressed to kill, suggesting we go out to a romantic dinner, well aware of course that I had to attend that function. I am a decent man at heart and didn't want to send her away when she was demonstrating so much affection and interest in my well being. So I asked her to join me, it was my gig after all, and I wasn't planning on spending more than an hour anyway. She stayed by my side a full 60 seconds then wandered off 'mixing' with the crowd. One mid-level manager recently transferred to my division came over and stood by my side, his lower jaw scrubbing the floor, tongue indecently licking his lips, and his eyes shining like Coyote looking at a soon to be roasted Road Runner. He was hovering around my wife for a while, but she was busy flirting with others, as well.
"One of the new recruits?" He pointed toward my wife and asked.
"No, she's ..." I replied with an exasperated look towards heaven.
He couldn't even wait for me to finish my answer.
"She is so hot, wouldn't mind shagging her sometime soon." He blurted.
Believe me he wasn't talking baseball and she was no ball. I am not sure he ever found out why his career stalled so suddenly. Needless also to say that the wonderful dinner she promised me was very, very late, and not so wonderful. A quick ham and cheese sandwich at home when we eventually got there because my wife was so busy networking and boosting the morale of my troops.
My Fifth Law is that marriage is expensive, the cost outweigh the benefits. It's a simple economical analysis. As I said, it is overrated. It's expensive while you're married and it's even more expensive when you divorce. I took a piece of paper and drew two columns; one with pros and another with cons. By the end of an intense brain-storming session I ended up with three things in the pros column; cooking, laundry, and house cleaning. After another five minutes, I moved all three to the cons column. The food in any of the restaurants I frequent is at worst equivalent or in most instances much better. The local Laundromat takes better care of my shirts and even irons my underwear. We have a house cleaner anyway, all I have to do is expand her job description and working hours. All in all, I will get a better service at a fraction of the cost of maintaining a wife. Hell, even if I threw sex in the mix it will still come cheaper and have enough left over to cover the cost of my two wild pets, a Mustang and a Jaguar.
Damn! I forgot to put the word "love" in one of those columns.
My Sixth Law is somewhat cynical: When you find out that she's cheating, your ego will be bigger than your propensity to forgive and your ego will make you suffer like you never suffered before, unless you are a wimp, of course. Did you notice the 'When' not the 'If'?
I mean when you read the 'Loving Wives' stories you can't but notice that there are two types of guys, the 'Terminators' and the 'Wimps'. There are seldom middle grounds. Occasionally, thanks to SirThopas or StangStar06 for example, you may come across a decent human being, but it seems it's a dying breed. Between us guys, let's be honest for a few seconds, you didn't 'dump the bitch' because she broke her vows, you did it because she hurt your ego. Your hurt ego will make you believe that the other guy is better looking, richer, higher up socially and intellectually, and most certainly 'much bigger' down there, in the brains department. Otherwise why would she betray YOU? It's all about YOU, right?
I truly understand your choice of words when you explain what happened to your friends and family; 'broke her vows' sounds so much better than 'hurt my ego'. You'll look like a decent guy with high moral standards, maybe not very forgiving or understanding, but definitely righteous, and you can feel good about it. You can look at yourself in the mirror every morning and revel in that halo over your head. Right?
That's not me guys, my ego was bruised and hurt and trampled on. I didn't think much of vows at that time. OK, now that we dealt with that small matter we can continue.
My Seventh Law is never marry an experienced woman. You think it's great to marry an experienced woman, one that loves uninhibited sex, one that had her fair share of guys before meeting you. One like the woman Agena described in one of his recent stories 'She was a very sexual person and she just exuded that feeling anytime a male looked at her.' You are now thinking that she'd seen it all and can now focus on being faithful to her loving husband and sharing that wealth of experience she gained with you and only you. Right? Take a hand grenade, remove the pin, throw the pin as far as you can, and have a good life ... for a few seconds anyway. What makes you so confident she would not want to continue on broadening her knowledge once you became just another experience?
The problem with this Law, and yes there is one, is that the alternative is not much better. Here goes. You want to marry a virgin, a girl with no experience, a bride that you will take your time teaching her all the things you like? She would be made to your image. Right? Unfortunately not. In this age of communication and information on demand, you won't let her watch TV, read women magazines (yes, the ones with those quizzes about sexuality with your partner or statistics about cheating), forbid her from discussing sex with her girlfriends, and so on. You better do that otherwise the minute she hears about big cocks and multiple orgasms she will start wondering what she missed on in her life and whether she want to die stupid or ... have a peek. You surely don't want a virgin and a deeply religious person, or one with high moral standards, in any case, one that understands the meaning of the word "vows", and no, I am not referring to a nun. One that will dispense sex on Friday night for procreation purposes and adopt the only appropriate position suitable for that purpose, 'missionary'.
My Eighth Law is of a prophetic nature, you'll only know it's value after the event. It's about 'Vows'. Assuming that despite all the warnings and what you already know, you still want to get married, do you want the standard version delivered by the marriage celebrant or do you prefer to write your own vows? My friendly advice is that the only vows that will mean something later are the ones written on legal paper and notarized in a document titled "Prenuptial Agreement". It may not stop her from cheating but it will save you queuing at the Salvation Army for soup and shelter. You see, the judge that will handle your divorce understands words like 'prenuptial agreement', 'ante nuptial agreement', or 'premarital agreement' but the word 'vows' does not figure in his or her law books.
Well, if you are already married then my laws are somewhat irrelevant. If you are a hopeless case and still planning on getting married, then let's sit down for a minute and think of some ways that will help you ensure that your future wife won't cuckold you.
I would probably state this as my Ninth Law. If you really have to marry, marry a whore, a real whore, a hooker if you prefer. A woman whose line of business is dispensing sex for a price if you still didn't get it. At least you know what you're getting when you marry her and, let's face it, it can only get better!! You know that at best she's only after your money. Now that this is taken care of let's consider the nicer part. If good sex is what you want, you probably hit the jackpot. She won't be ashamed sticking her finger up your ass if that turns you on, sucking your cock and swallowing your cum, enjoying anal, probably more than you do, and the icing on the cake, she may show you a few new tricks she learned on the job which you will probably enjoy very much as well. In summary, she will have no inhibitions whatsoever satisfying your wildest sexual fantasies (it's only a matter of price after all) and won't use your lack of or excessive sexual demands as an excuse for having sex with others. It's her job and you knew it; it's as simple as that. Don't you ever consider asking her to stop work and become a stay-at-home wife. If you do then she becomes just another woman and all the previous laws apply.