In my dating adventures things were unusually calm, and it was taking all I had to appreciate it and do my part to make sure things stayed that way. Kristen, too, was having a fairly good time as well, with some reservations. We were still concerned that Dick didn’t seem too anxious to have any physical connection with Kristen. Now, I know how this seems, we women are never happy- when physical is all a boy wants, we think he’s a pig; if he doesn’t we think something is wrong… Well it’s true, and Steve affirmed it. Kristen wasn’t looking for hours of cuddle time or endless make-out sessions (well she kind of was) just a gesture that he found her attractive and was constantly fighting his manly urge to attack her. There didn’t seem to be even the mildest form of this. He was very take it or leave it. Again, Steve felt there may be an explanation. Some guys (Steve included) have experiences of being falsely accused of assault and sexual aggression (i.e. “the girl who cried ____”) and if so they become extremely timid about making a first move. Therefore, it became Kristen’s responsibility to let him know it was okay… by making the move herself. And, in accordance with one of the many things I love about Kristen, she was willing to do this. They’d be getting it on by week’s end. Problem solved.
With my situation uneventful, I thought it necessary to still glean as much as possible from dinner time with Steve. There was another subject that I had yet to broach with a male, so I figured that was as good a time as any. I have a history of allowing myself to believe that it is always something I did or did not do that caused relations to go awry. It is with this mindset that I questioned Steve about cheating. My last boyfriend was a cheater, which is a big part of my lack of trust and constant suspicion that boys in general are up to no good. Jared and I never belonged together to begin with. Before we started dating officially I was already looking for the end date, knowing it was never going anywhere too long term. Still, I felt I tried my best to be a good girlfriend and enjoy it for what it was while it was. There was always something though. He was awful. I put up with it. That was my mistake.
But I suppose my confusion has always come because I genuinely do not see the purpose in cheating. My honest feeling is that if you want to cheat on me, you don’t like me enough. So break up with me first THEN go find your sketchy friend to hook you up with some random skank, go back to her place, sleep with her and catch her 13 STDs that are not even diagnosable and die a slow, painful, not-fit-for-TV death. But those are just some thoughts. I was just questioning what I did wrong to make him want to cheat. What could I have done that was so awful that he would betray me? I just don’t want to repeat it… Steve, as usual, was pretty profound (to me anyway). He said, “You didn’t do anything wrong. When someone cheats they are the ones with the problem and often even if you were blameless the whole time you were in a relationship a Cheater will cheat on you anyway. Women created the idea that they are responsible for everything bad that’s gone one. You all feed that to each other by asking why you didn’t see signs and ‘how could you not see the clues?’ There are no clues! He’s an ass. End of story! You would all do yourselves a favor if you would stop treating each other like you’re part of the problem. The guy is the problem. There no signs, no tricks, no therapeutic interventions. Nothing. If a guy wants to cheat, he will.” This conversation was so liberating for me; it was everything that I thought but needed confirmed. Because it is so true, that we think we are being good friends by helping each other think over "what you could have done differently." And the reality is that we are making it all worse! I think it was P!nk who said it best, “I’m a hazard to myself, don’t let me get me.” So I won’t anymore. I will own what I do wrong, but if a boy does something that’s all on him… Until it’s all about me again, of course.
