Even men who are faithful tend to have roving eyes.
Don't laugh at this stale topic. I know it is not a worthy of much debate at first glance. But look around and you will agree the ubiquity of the phenomenon deserves some 2-cents.
Let's discuss my impetus for this entry first. It's horse-sense, I know, but it's disgusting; such gazes as well as the significance behind them. And honestly, as much as it is absurd to men how women can be ruled entirely by emotions (sensations via a coordination of organs), it is equally baffling to us how your instincts and actions can be governed (everytime) by one single body part...
CNY makes for good opportunities to do sociology of this form since gatherings emphasize men and their "roving" nature when it lends opportunities for the old and young, the attractive and otherwise to mingle, as well as for Alpha simpletons to increase their sexual esteem.
Mutiple master or honor degrees, looks to kill, ceiling-high income cannot help them cross their lustful souls or roving eyes. And even with age and each passing year, men seldom learn enough to surprise.
Maintain a healthy bossom and bum and then dress a little provocatively, a lady can have any guy they fancy eating out of the palm of their hands. Laugh into their eyes and whatever nonsense she sprouts become instantly, golden theory. To get back at Lady B whom Lady A randomly desires or particularly dislikes, all it takes is for her to bend forth to reach for a dropped tart (courtesy of CNY) and accidentally let loose a little cleavage (even lack-of) facing Man B. Who cares if Ladies C, D call her a bitch? There're always still Man C and Man D to be "friends" with.
With losers (most men) and bitches (you-know-which-ladies) everywhere these days, it's little surprise ladies leave their men at home anytime. Imagine introducing your hubby to attractive Veronica and he suddenly develops gentlemanly ways you never suspected he had.
Where women are concerned, there is a chinese saying that wives are to men, forever incomparable to mistresses, and mistresses incomparable to prostitutes, prostitutes incomparable to secret paramours and sercret paramours incomparable to those they secretly-fantasize about. Perhaps men (who never grow from boys) are in reality, rooted in fantasy alone.
Ladies, take it from Madonna and just love cash.
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Naturally attuned to hunt, you see; the sensation receptors all over me, they're ultra sensitive... And I hear better than you, I just often feign not to. Real is for, when night decends. Don't be a rat cos I'll smell you out. I only like things rough, mmm... can't can't love you when you're sweet.