So what’s the big deal about Tiger Woods and his sexual exploits? I mean, the guy is a MALE, isn’t he? I don’t understand why everyone is so surprised and upset about the fact that he is a married man with multiple mistresses and many lady lovers occupying his personal time off of the golf course. Why even bother to analyze the situation?

Now we have experts left and right diagnosing him as a cheat, a womanizer, and a sex addict. I say that’s ridiculous! He is a MAN, for crying out loud… Everybody already knows – both professionals and amateurs alike – that the male of the human species was not born to be monogamous. So why get bent out of shape about something that is so obvious?

Men love sex. Period. Men love women. Period. Exclamation point! That’s the way it is now, and it has always been that way, and forever will it be. It is totally normal – it’s the nature of the beast. Men fool around, they do it a lot and they will always be doing it – if not in the immediate moment, then certainly at some point on down the road in the not too distant future. So what?!?! I honestly don’t get what all the big dam deal is about.

Whenever the inevitable happens, it should have been anticipated, expected, and accepted with calm grace. In knowing what we all know to be true about men and sex, in general, I believe the real question about the entire Tiger Woods “scandal” ought to be: Why did he ever get married???

The next question in natural order would be: Why does anybody bother to get married?

I never got married and I never will get married. I was not raised nor did I grow up – as most women my age were — wishing and hoping that someday my Prince Charming would come along and whisk me off on his white horse into Paradise’ sunset somewhere, to spend eternity enjoying happily wedded bliss. Thankfully for me, my parents brought me up with much more realistic goals in mind.

In my eyes, the entire institution of marriage is a sham and a fraud. Happy married life forever and eternal wedded bliss simply do not exist in the real world we live in today. A beautiful marriage is only an imaginary land somewhere, where the happy husband and his Stepford-like wife, along with their 2.45 cute, little, brat-free children are running around on the perfectly manicured lawn in front of their three bedroom, two and a half bath, split-level home, with their puppy, Spot, and their tiger kitten – all well within that proverbial white picket fence – which they will remain within the boundaries of, and never, ever leave.

What bullshit! It simply is just not REAL. It’s the stuff of make-believe, let’s play pretend, and fairy tales that never come true – not for me, not for you, and not for any one of us – if only we are willing to take a long, hard, realistic look at what lies ahead of us in the future.

I think we could all learn a very valuable life’s lesson about love, sex, and getting married, by observing the habits of a pair of peach-faced lovebirds. They are one of the few rare creatures on this earth who mate with a member of the opposite sex of their species for life.

They know and practice unconditional love for one another by instinct. They live together, side-by-side, 24/7, 365 days a year in complete and total happiness – fully and happily accepting the other without question and without ever nagging, griping, or complaining. They have sex whenever they feel like it, they are always in agreement about their mood, and not one of them ever has a headache or is too tired to screw. They have babies once in a while if the timing is right – both of them equally nurturing and raising their chicks, without ever even having to offer a word about the kids’ bad behavior. They never worry about anything whatsoever – including things like who is going to pay this month’s mortgage payment, or where their next meal is going to come from – because they simply do not use money or have a care about material things. And they are totally, completely, and 110% satisfied and content with one another – neither one ever turns a flirting eye or gets a seven year itch or has a fleeting thought about cheating on the other one. When they have lived life to its fullest, and one of them dies, the other soon follows without fear to lovebird heaven – where they will truly be together FOREVER!

Do peach-faced lovebirds get married? Of course, they don’t! Do you ever see a pair of them walking downtown to City Hall to purchase a marriage license? Certainly, not! Do they ever feel the need to make things legal, by calling up their minister or a justice of the peace to get hitched? Hell, no!

I believe it’s high time we all stopped making such a silly fuss over the way men – and practically just as many women, for that matter – love to have sex with a variety of different members of the opposite sex throughout their adult lives. Let’s get with the program, people! Because things have always been this way since the beginning of time, and are not likely to change too much in the next couple of billion years! Men will be men, women will be women – and the sooner we see things for the way they really are, the better off and happier we are all going to be!

Realize that the fairy tales you heard when you were younger are a bunch of bunk! Forget about getting married and simply stay single!

Love and kisses,
Leslie