Free Duck remarked:
Quote:I have to ask myself, what is it that I feel like I can't get from my husband that I become attracted to others in order to obtain. I don't have that answer.
Pioneers built this country. Part of our national character is a distrust and fear of stultifying routine. We may grow older, but completely embracing the status quo would be abandoning the possibility of adventure. Everyone needs the prospect of adventure. You can skip the cold and the wet and privation and starvation, but you need the prospect of adventure.
At one time, only men (in their secret souls) felt themselves to be predatory animals who could pick and choose objects of love and lust. Now women also have "permission" for amorous speculation. Amorous speculation is part of liberation, after all.
Still, there is an enormous difference between armchair romantics and unfaithful spouses.
Mr. Noddy has a number of wonderful qualities, but after 30-odd years he's just a wee bit predictable and his glamour has a few frayed edges. He's also a congenital flirt--which doesn't bother me. I've been known to do a bit of flirting myself, but I go home with the guy what brung me.
FreeDuck, I think your momentary attractions (which you firmly choose to keep momentary) are just muscle flexing. You aren't necessarily critical of your husband--you're just briefly indulging yourself.
WhoAmI?, I can't speak from the male point of view, but every Good Woman identifies with Mehitabel, Don Marquis's alley cat, in some corner of her triumphant soul. I'm not an adventurous vamp--but I just might become one at any minute.
Quote:Mehitabel's Song:
i have had my ups and downs
but wotthehell wotthehell
yesterday sceptres and crowns
fried oysters and velvet gowns
and today i herd with bums
but wotthehell wotthehell
i wake the world from sleep
as i caper and sing and leap
when i sing my wild free tune
wotthehell wotthehell
under the blear eyed moon
i am pelted with cast off shoon
but wotthehell wotthehell
do you think that i would change
my present freedom to range
for a castle or moated grange
wotthehell wotthehell
cage me and i d go frantic
my life is so romantic
capricious and corybantic
and i m toujours gai toujours gai
i know that i am bound
for a journey down the sound
in the midst of a refuse mound
but wotthehell wotthehell
oh i should worry and fret
death and i will coquette
there s a dance in the old dame yet
toujours gai toujours gai
i once was an innocent kit
wotthehell wotthehell
with a ribbon my neck to fit
and bells tied onto it
o wotthehell wotthehell
but a maltese cat came by
with a come hither look in his eye
and a song that soared to the sky
and wotthehell wotthehell
and i followed adown the street
the pad of his rhythmical feet
o permit me again to repeat
wotthehell wotthehell
my youth i shall never forget
but there s nothing i really regret
wotthehell wotthehell
there s a dance in the old dame yet
toujours gai toujours gai
the things that i had not ought to
i do because i ve gotto
wotthehell wotthehell
and i end with my favorite motto
toujours gai toujours gai