The Terminator had it so right with that one.
One of my loveliest friends, a bright shining star, a clever articulate wonder, a snappy dresser, likes to dance, loves music, is proper fully paid up gorgeous and immaculate of hair, remembers birthdays and is like a breath of fresh spring air to all comers, just got cheated on by his boyf.
Who professes to love him madly. With one of their mutual friends. Who also professes to love him dearly.
There is no amount of beer that lets you off the hook for that type of thing.
I've never been drunk enough to follow my metaphorical willy to the next thing. It's a choice thing.
you look at what you've got and you say hmm. What about this other thing.
Am I feeling the opportunity cost or am I just going for it?
Do you think more people would cheat if they could be sure of getting away with it?
Because it's the being found out/repercussion bit that is the downside, isn't it?
Fortunately for mi amigo, he knows that not being with him anymore will be punishment enough.
But as Joni Mitchell said,
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone?
They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot.
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