When sharing is NOT caring

As I ventured out into the social wilds Saturday night, some very interesting things happened, not least of which was seeing a fully naked confused and embarrassed man hiding in the corner of a hotel lobby, flapping in the central air provided breeze. But, even with that, the craziest thing that happened to me is that I was hit on by a man, rocking an extremely visible wedding ring. I stared at this buffoon and his wanton behavior with a look of pure incredulity and wondered if this was maybe a joke. Finally, I just sputtered out obvious question, "Are you married?" When he answered in the affirmative I couldn't have been more shocked if he had slapped me. I asked what made him think I would be interested in a married man and he fired back, "Don't be like that girl. I'll take care of you. You can have whatever you like."

Cheesy T.I. Lyrics aside, is this clown serious? What in the world would have to come over me to make this seem like a good idea? Do I seem like an idiot or a woman that desperate for a man? I have always said that my reasons for not dating married men aren't really moral, they're selfish. I don't say that to sound callous, but it's the God's honest truth. Although I absolutely believe that you are daring karma to come and kick your ass in a situation like this, that's not why I don't do it. I abstain from the encumbered man for a very basic reason ... I don't want to share. I want my man to be about me. If I have car trouble, I want him to come and help me out, not have to go bring his wife lunch at work. If I get sexually needy at 2 am, I want to be able to call him, drop in his spot and get tightened up. I want to be able to go for dinner and drinks anywhere in this tiny microcosm that is New Orleans, without him worrying that his wife might find out. And if I can't have those things, why should I bother?

If you know me at all, you know that I can, and do, take care of myself fairly well. So, in order to be with me, you have to add value to my life. And no, just serving as my boyfriend is not valuable. It helps me in no way to just have some lunkhead near me, collecting points by pure proximity and the title boyfriend. Neither is having a piece of man available for sex. Hell, dick is easy to come by. If that's all I expected, I could have that everyday (and 3 times on Saturday).
What really kills me about these busters is that they don't preserve the sanctity of their unions and they want me to join them in that. But, no thank you I say, I'd like to try to be a decent person. I believe most people truly want to be good, but things can get in our way. So I make plans to sidestep the obstacles in my path, and I roll my eyes at those sorry people who find this behavior to be acceptable. Shame on you!