A married man- to many of us this word may represent our fathers, husbands or the title we hope to bestow on our fiancés one day, but it comes as no surprise for some of you to learn that for some women the word “married man”, represents their main attraction.
Yes, we all want what we can’t always have, perhaps the latest Louboutins or a custom-made McQueen gown, we hope and wish that someday we’ll be able to attain these luxury aspirations, but what happens what when a women starts actively focusing her energy on another woman’s husband?
It’s not a new trend; on the contrary, women have been after other women’s husbands for years, but I’m starting to feel that this trend is on the rise- in Lebanon, and the worst part: the taboo undertone is no longer as present.
With a ratio of 6 women to every man who blames those home wreckers, correct? Wrong! This is not the story where an innocent lady in her mid-to-late twenties is fooled into a love triangle by some deceitful man sans his wedding band, with a wife and kids at home, rather this is a story of the girls that go out on the hunt-for any man-and if he happens to be married, oh well, it’s fair game and she’ll just have to work harder at luring him into leaving his wife for her. At ANY cost.
A friend of a friend of mine is dating a married man. I wouldn’t describe her as a smart girl, but her brain is functional enough to have sustained her steady job for some years now. He’s a well established man in his forties, the best part: He wears his wedding band even while he’s out with her. She’s seen him out with his wife a couple of times before she became his side-dish, and became very envious of what they had. She knew that not in a million years would she ever be able to land such a man, so she decided she may as well have a taste, and that’s exactly what she did.
He’s a scumbag, the lowest of the low, but this story isn’t about him. It’s about the women who knowingly pursue married men, hoping that one day, he won’t be able to live without them, and that they will put everything on the line, for them. That seldom happens, really, and when the wife forgives him and takes him back, the only villain left in this story, will be the one who dated a married man.
Farah. Once upon a time Farah was pretty in a natural way. Her nose wasn’t as petite as it is now, but it was the right nose for her face. Her hair wasn’t platinum sleek, it was light-ish brown with a slight wave to it. Her breasts did not pop out of most of her shirts, they were proportional. Her skin wasn’t a burnt orange tint, she was fair. Farah chose to alter her look, to conform to some strange prototype we have managed to aspire to look like in Lebanon. For her it was a fruitful change. A considerable group of men are loving it, as they watch Farah get in her black Mercedes C 200 they whistle, blow kisses, and even yell out their phone numbers. Farah acts oblivious but inside, she is excited, overcome with a sense of achievement. She’ll only respond to the admirer with the Pimp-est car.
Tamer is a walking hazard, with all the gel and wax on his hair, he may catch on fire. He spends most of his time pumping iron at the gym, counting his muscles, and oiling his pectorals. The highlight of his day involves getting checked out by some random girl while lifting some weights. Today it happens to be Farah. He’ll walk right up to her point out her problem areas and tell her what moves/machines she needs to be working on instead. If she shows potential (and willingness) he’ll then take her out for some grilled chicken.
Tamer will then invite Farah out to a cheesy club, one-man-show style. She’ll dress like a stripper and he’ll put his chest hair on display. She’ll shoot death looks at all of Tamer’s lady friends and he’ll start a fist fight with Farah’s ex-boyfriend who just waived at her. She’ll love the way he fought for her honor and will reward him by losing it for the night.
When Tamer wakes up the next day and realizes how easy Farah was, he’ll loose interest and never call her back. Her friends will tell her it’s his loss, and somewhere else in Beirut, another Farah and another Tamer will be hooking up.
I’ve been invited to a BBQ-dinner at a friend’s back yard this evening. This is what I’ll be wearing. The best part: Each item listed here is under $100! All shipped in 3 days or less to Lebanon from Shopbop.com
For all we know, this guy may as well have killed his boss, threw him in a plastic bag and dragged him with his mobilette on the highway because no one seemed to look twice at this sight! Fine, he may just be picking up his boss’s suit from the dry cleaners but seriously, talk about being resourceful.
Dry Cleaning LL,15,000 LL
Gas for Mobilette LL20,000LL
Taking the time to crack a smile while dragging your boss’s clean suit on the highway: PRICELESS