It’s a pleasantly warm and bright Sunday afternoon. On one of the first real days of spring, the squirrels are playfully scampering around the path to your boyfriend Kevin’s apartment, and there’s more than a touch of excitement running through you, too. You’re about to pay your man a surprise visit to celebrate this gorgeous day.
As you thrust the key into the lock, the butterflies do that little dance in your tummy. Elated smile. Walking in, those same butterflies rapidly morph into 50 pound stones. Pained grimace. You find yourself open-mouthed, staring at Lucinda (the only female friend of his that you never worried about) in a bright red apron, four-inch heels, what looks to be MAC Lady Danger lipstick, and nothing else, bent over the stove with Kevin behind her. You do NOT like the smell of what they’re cooking.
In fact, it’s safe to say that you’ve probably lost your appetite for the entire week. But should you lose your boyfriend, too? Probably not, and there are two good reasons why.
First off, in all likelihood his cheating had nothing to do with you. Yes, he broke a promise and probably your heart, right along with it. For that, he’s as wrong as two left shoes. But there’s a really good chance that his feelings for you are still just as strong as ever…it’s just that Lucinda’s ass looks like it’s pregnant with twins. His embrace of her body is not a rejection of your love. Dude just got caught up in the bootyliciousness, and I’d bet good money that if you give him a choice, he’ll choose you. If he doesn’t, then that means that you didn’t have his heart in the first place.
The second, more important reason why you might wanna reconsider closing the door on Mr. Lova-Lova is the fact that you ain’t no angel yourself. Please, don’t look all shocked. Yeah, you may not have physically done anything with your colleague Jamal, but you damn near got carpal tunnel rub-a-dub-dubbing to mental images of him in the shower. Plus, on more than a couple of occasions you even used him as a tool to push you toward the “little death” on those nights when Kevin just wasn’t killing you hard or fast enough. Oh, and since y’all work together, you go to lunch with Jamal at least twice a week, and when he can’t make it…your day just isn’t the same.
In my book, that makes you just as guilty as Kevin, if not more.
Yes. Kevin was definitely burying his bone in somebody else’s backyard. But you were having a whole ‘nother relationship with another man, complete with full on muthaphuckin’ emotional attachment! Where I come from, any real relationship is built on emotional bonds, not physical ones, so I’d say you and Jamal were going steady…even if it was only in your mind. I mean, your mind is the most important sex organ after all, and we’ve known this for millennia. The Bible says that “whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.” I may not believe the theology, but I’ll be damned (hopefully not) if this ain’t one of the Good Book’s many nuggets of wisdom.
Where the scriptures get it wrong is on the moral implications of said burning yearning: lust is a perfectly natural, amoral emotion, not a sin. You couldn’t stop yourself from lusting any more than you could stop poor white folks in Texas from voting against their interests. But, what you can do is acknowledge that those desires abide within both you and your partner. Don’t try to live in the illusion that no one else exists, ‘cause that will only lead to an unhealthy relationship with dangerously repressed feelings bubbling just beneath the surface. Science has my back on this, people. Apparently, being forced to block out other options actually ends up weakening a person’s resolve to stay committed, and who wants that?
So breathe for a second, little one. Collect yourself. Slowly walk over to the kitchen…and disrobe. On top of being the only girl-friend that you never suspected, you always thought Lucinda was sexy as hell.
Hey, it’s a beautiful day. Time to put a little work into your relationship!