One man’s unfiltered, unadulterated explanation. Well, maybe a little adulterated.
I’ll tell you why I cheat. I need to.. Infidelity makes me remember things. The details that expand to fill my life (my upcoming performance reviews, the aches and pains of training, , my smug self-satisfaction, my fake epiphanies about my progress in this life) —all of that drops away when I look down at the naked spine of an unfamiliar woman, twisting slightly in the late-afternoon sunlight. This is the most absolute choice I can make. I am there on my own. Against every code, rule, and set of mores I pretend to obey. Against better judgment, against every lesson of affair and every bit of wisdom that comes with ageI have no regrets in that moment, because I am naked, or without pants, and I have chosen to be there. I have voted by my presence, declared it, and I feel the blood moving in me again. So it’s the blood. That’s who I am. That’s why men cheat.