I used to travel at times with one or more of a group of four males, all married, who unanimously would take off their wedding rings as soon as they got to the airport, and never put them on again until the plane landed upon their return. They were two people in sales and marketing, one electrical engineer, and one programmer. And while I would sit back at the hotel and do work, they would sneak out at night to strip clubs, and regale each other with their wild stories the next morning - trying not to say anything in front of me, but typically so full of themselves that they couldn’t help it. I was the only one not hung over when we would meet the client, so I would lead things off, and eventually took over those trips. Then I promptly “fired” them all from the project (not from their jobs, however. I just didn’t want to work with people like that any more).
I know for a fact that a few married people at my company, whilst on long assignments in “the East”, would hire “maids”, which were essentially live-in prostitutes that cost about $20 a day. And they cleaned the house and cooked as well. I know one person who actually divorced his wife and tried to marry his “maid”, but then found out that - surprise! - she actually found him repulsive and was, really, a hooker.
All of the rest of the males I’ve been with have been uniformly honorable and faithful to their spouses while on trips, AFAIK. Except for those in seriously troubled marriages, of which I do know of a few who have flirted up a storm or gone to hookers while away from home.
Although I travel a lot, I very rarely sit in airport or hotel bars, as I just don’t like the company and the noise (the loud, braying false laugh of salesmen, the loud tittering laugh of saleswomen, and the continuously blaring TV showing ESPN.) Sometimes I will if I really want a drink, however, and even one as ugly as I have been hit upon. Of course, I would not be interested in males at all, but once, and only once, I was propositioned by a visiting lady professor from Sweden who invited me back to her room to use her jacuzzi. :eek: I politely declined, as I simply don’t cheat (I was with my Ex SO then).
Una