Cheatin' Hearts

The Enchantress and I were disscussing infidelity this morning. She had just found out that a male friend of hers whom she otherwise greatly admired had recently stepped out on his wife (who is also a friend).  Because I am a musician and on the road away from home most of the year, our talk inevitably turned toward my own behavior in this, er, area. And so it was that the Enchantress joshingly tried to explain to me why it would be pointless for me to try to shag random hotties while out on the road.

"If girls who go to your shows really knew you (like I do), they'd be the first ones to run away."

"But honey," I countered, "if everyone really knew their potential mates, no one would ever hook up."

Which is true (tout comprendre, c'est tout mépriser), and, I figure, a good reason not to shag random hotties.

Dammit.