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Why you should date a married woman

Ha ha ha ha ha! Gotcha!

Confession time- the obvious click-baity title was to increase page views. This post has nothing to do with dating married women. Well it does, but it's not what you think. You can leave now if you want to. I have no use for you anymore, peasant.

Marriage, like becoming a Chartered Accountant is hard. I don't know anything about either of them, but that is what people say, so i'm gonna assume it is so. An ideal marriage is one where both parties involved are absolutely compatible. They remember all the important dates, they give each other just enough space, he puts the toilet seat down and she makes the sandwich.

I just described the ideal marriage in a sentence. I can only imagine how fucking boring being in one would be. Aiming for ideality is good. Actually achieving it is both impossible and improbable.

What most people don't realize is that you need to wear different hats, ties, suits and skirts in a marriage. Your wedding is essentially a metaphoric a dress rehearsal for what is about to come for the next five or so decades, or until you get a divorce. Women always make a big deal out of it. Men don't make enough of a deal out of it. That is where the fundamental relationship problem lies in. It's not because you don't talk about your feelings enough, but because you don't hold up your end of the bargain enough.

Right. So married men have to play two/ three different roles-

* The husband
* The lover
* The father (if you have rugrats)

The husband is the responsible adult types. Where you sit down with the wifey and have serious conversations about paying the bills, fixing the plumbing, ensuring there's enough groceries, watching news channels- the boring but essential stuff that makes you a productive member of the society. Compared to the other two, this is the easy part. Which is why most men tend to ease into this role without exploring the other two. Inertia, you see.

Then there's the lover. The irresistible, unpredictable, reckless punk. To whom she looks at bashfully, calls him an asshole, yet longs to be with. Be that asshole. But like a good asshole, ok. No wife beating and shit. Surprise her with gifts (don't run off to buy diamonds every three days. How the fuck will you top that next time?), take her out to places she's never been to (obvious kitchen joke. But don't take her to the kitchen, that's the bad asshole type), do things she wouldn't normally expect from you. Be the kind of guy she would date. Give her those pre-wedding tingles, man. (In case you are too thick to notice, this is the "dating a married woman" part)

The father is basically being exactly like your own father or being nothing like him, depending on your personal experience. As long as you raise the kid right, she's happy. 

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