I find this amusing and funny from one of my fav writer... Philip Lustre. Am sure madaming makaka-relate!!! hahahahahahahahahaha. MANS PHILANDERING WAYS (When I posted this essay after the harrowing experience we had with typhoon Yolanda, several lady netizens chided me for giving insights to their male partners on how to cheat. I beg to disagree. Men will always be men. No need to give them tips if they wish to cheat. This is just intended to entertain my netizen-friends.) Even the most careless among men would cover tracks of his philandering ways. Why not? His partner would raise hell if he is meeting someone. No woman would want to lose a partner or face any competition. This is always the mindset of every philanderer. In what is basically a cat-and-mouse game, a philandering partner would have to find ways and means to hide his nefarious activity. This is a reality of every marriage or relationship. Ive been exposed to a mans ways to camouflage his cheating ways. After spending hours with their favorite GROs in some nightspots, gallivanting men Ive known (including me especially during my younger days), would use some concoction to dissipate the smell of perfume of those GROs. A friend would use a mixture of gasoline and kerosene to pretend as if he had fixed his car, which went awry while going home. Its smell would neutralize the perfumes odor. Another friend would require the woman to get rid of her perfume whenever she would sit beside her. No proof, no right to speak, so the old adage goes. For my part, I had a raw soap, which I used to wash my body of any lingering smell of a womans perfume. Afterwards, I let the soap to remain on my body for an hour or two. I would do the final wash-up only in the morning. I considered it my own technological breakthrough because my wife didnt suspect me of doing any nocturnal activity, which Vatican describes as most despicable. Other friends had followed my example and they reported that the raw soap technology was quite effective. But this does not happen often. I had a friend, whose marriage went rocky after his wife discovered his philandering ways. Although he did not violate the 11th commandment, which is thou shalt not get caught, hell broke loose after he violated the 12th commandment, which is when caught, thou shalt not admit. How did it happen? His wife, who was suspicious of his not-so-healthy ways, conducted a thorough probe without his knowledge of his car. His wife, like the fabled Sherlock Holmes, had found incriminating pieces of evidence that tended to prove that he had committed transgressions to their marriage. One night, his wife confronted him like the Grand Inquisitor of old, accusing him of all crimes against their marriage. Then she presented three strands of pubic hair, all attached by a scotch tape to a white paper, claiming she found them in his car. My friend could hardly argue. When he regained his senses, he lamely said that those pieces of hair came from his armpit, which his wife didnt believe though. Since those strands of hair appeared thicker and had deeper curls, they could have come from a womans most private part, she argued. Their argument resulted in a temporary separation. After my friend confessed his crime and promised to mend his ways, they rejoined to resume their marriage. A man is entitled to a second chance, he told his wife. So whats the point? Men are not saints, but they could be sensible enough to do what should be done. The road to a life of righteousness is damned narrow. At times, he could go astray. But it pays to tread that narrow path.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 05:48:02 +0000
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